I hated it. I hated it with every fiber of my being. This thing that connected me to the rest. All those who were as unfortunate as me. It keeps making that sound – chink, chink, chink. That horrible constant sound. That sound that reminded me. Reminded me of that stupid mistake I had made. If only I hadn't made that careless move. If only I knew then what I know now. Maybe then I wouldn't be in these chains that signified my loss of freedom. After all, a slice of bread wasn't worth a life of slavery. But, the past doesn't matter now. All I need, is to find a way out.
this is the prologue! as i had originally written this for homework with the emperor slightly based on Atobe, the characters will be very OOC. also, unlike my other stories, my dad is forcing me, under pain of death, to finish this. i have no idea of what japanese currency is like so just use your imagination. OOOOH! i just remembered! i have no idea what to call this so please send suggestions.
please review! Arigatou Gozaimas Mina-san
oh! also, i have decided to do a little quiz, where everyone who has that particular characteristic gets a certain amount of points. every chapter has one question. please tell me if you have earnt points and i'll keep a tally for every one
20 points if you live in australia! i love australian authors becuase i feel i can relate to them more. no offence, but there are too many amreican authors here. i repeat, no offence meant