#Forward: M: *chanting* Takari!! Takari!!! Yurika: *chanting* Akito! Akito! (heh heh. gotta love Nadesico) Well, here's another Takari by me. Well, it's sort of Takari anyway. To tell you the truth I don't know what I was on when I wrote this..... ^^;;. It's from Kari's POV and kind of short. Oh, and it is in no way related to the other Takari I've written. Since in those T.K. is dead....^^;;; And since like most people, I do like him alive, I wrote this. ^^ This is supposed to be a one shot but if enough people want me to, I'll write a sequel. R&R and enjoy!!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything in this story. Yes, I know it's shocking, but it's true. Those who do own it, don't sue me. Not that you'll get anything good. (All my Gundam models are put together, and as we all know, building them is 90% of the fun. The other 10% being playing with them and laughing at the little Trowa and Duo figures that come with them. Duo's braid and Trowa's bangs snap on! lol) So it's a waste of your time.
Wait and See
by M
They all say we're meant to be. But is he the one? Are we really? The others tell us it's destiny. Us, the two youngest, each protected by an angel guardian are the perfect couple. But that should not be a deciding factor in this
I have come to accept what destiny is, but I don't want to be controlled by it. I don't want to be with him just because I should be for many convincing, but entirely pointless reasons. I want to be with him because I love him. I do. But do I love him enough? And does he love my back?
I think he dose. But I'm not sure. I know he cares about me. I remember being sick. He was the one always by my side. I remember him protecting me from the last dark master, and telling me everything was alright when I was afraid. But it's nothing the others wouldn't have done. Still.....
In school I see his smiling face. We laugh and joke. But we're just friends. Aren't we? Am I just his friend? And is he just mine? Or are we something more to each other? I just don't know.
I walk down the street, my mind filled with thoughts of him. What are we to each other, really? A familiar figure is in front of me. It's him.
I call his name. We talk. He has the same things on his mind as I do. Do I love him? Does he love me?
We look at each other. He stares at me. I stare back at him. We draw ourselves closer and closer to each other. Closer.
Closer.
Closer. Until our faces meet, and we share a heart felt kiss.
So that answers that question. I love him and he returns that love. But are we truly meant to be? Are we destined? Do we love each other that much that we will spend out lives together? I don't know. I guess we'll have to wait and see.
The End
Disclaimer: Don't own anything in this story. Yes, I know it's shocking, but it's true. Those who do own it, don't sue me. Not that you'll get anything good. (All my Gundam models are put together, and as we all know, building them is 90% of the fun. The other 10% being playing with them and laughing at the little Trowa and Duo figures that come with them. Duo's braid and Trowa's bangs snap on! lol) So it's a waste of your time.
Wait and See
by M
They all say we're meant to be. But is he the one? Are we really? The others tell us it's destiny. Us, the two youngest, each protected by an angel guardian are the perfect couple. But that should not be a deciding factor in this
I have come to accept what destiny is, but I don't want to be controlled by it. I don't want to be with him just because I should be for many convincing, but entirely pointless reasons. I want to be with him because I love him. I do. But do I love him enough? And does he love my back?
I think he dose. But I'm not sure. I know he cares about me. I remember being sick. He was the one always by my side. I remember him protecting me from the last dark master, and telling me everything was alright when I was afraid. But it's nothing the others wouldn't have done. Still.....
In school I see his smiling face. We laugh and joke. But we're just friends. Aren't we? Am I just his friend? And is he just mine? Or are we something more to each other? I just don't know.
I walk down the street, my mind filled with thoughts of him. What are we to each other, really? A familiar figure is in front of me. It's him.
I call his name. We talk. He has the same things on his mind as I do. Do I love him? Does he love me?
We look at each other. He stares at me. I stare back at him. We draw ourselves closer and closer to each other. Closer.
Closer.
Closer. Until our faces meet, and we share a heart felt kiss.
So that answers that question. I love him and he returns that love. But are we truly meant to be? Are we destined? Do we love each other that much that we will spend out lives together? I don't know. I guess we'll have to wait and see.
The End