I own nothing, notta zip (not even the Crisco), just the story idea. Don't
EVEN ask me how I came up with it, cuz i don't even know ;) Enjoy
IMPORTANT ~*~*~ I have an itsy bitsy little question. I kinda figured out that when I type up stuff and put it on FF.Net, it has a different layout on there then it does on Microsoft Word AKA no italics, no bold, different spacing, etc. Would anyone have an answer to this?
Lemony Fresh: Prologue
Dear Journal,
I'm so confused. I don't if last night was the worst or best time of my life. Just the usual. With all the bright lights, it seemed as if I was at a disco rather than a club corner... under the table at a gang's meeting. Yes, a gang. Yakuza would be a more appropriate term. They were the Yakuza Demons. THE Yakuza Demons. And, unbelievingly enough, I think I fell in love with a member... and I was under the table. His voice was so, so... alluring. Unfotrunately, he sounds like their womanizer to me. He was the only one in the group that knew I was there. And the scum mocked me for it! He had his hands on my breasts and ass the whole time, under the table. Somehow, he knew I didn't wanna move. Then, when they all left, he told me to meet him back there tonight! What's a girl to do? But, then again, he's a member of the deadly yakuza Demons. He said bring a feisty friend. And to think, amazingly enough, Kagome and I had already planned on going tonight. If he lays a hand on her, his 'hand' will be missing, if you catch my drift. *sigh* He smelled so nice. So... lemony fresh... with a hint of cinnamon. Wow. But... he could use Crisco in exorcisms for all I know. Well, I will have to turn in now. Night, mystery man. Night, Journal.
Sango
I shut my journal. All of a sudden there was a loud crash downstairs. I was about to run to the source when I heard yelling. Figures. My parents are fighting again. Better get Kohaku in here so they don't mistakenly kill him as well.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ So... how was it? You like? All feedback appreciated.
IMPORTANT ~*~*~ I have an itsy bitsy little question. I kinda figured out that when I type up stuff and put it on FF.Net, it has a different layout on there then it does on Microsoft Word AKA no italics, no bold, different spacing, etc. Would anyone have an answer to this?
Lemony Fresh: Prologue
Dear Journal,
I'm so confused. I don't if last night was the worst or best time of my life. Just the usual. With all the bright lights, it seemed as if I was at a disco rather than a club corner... under the table at a gang's meeting. Yes, a gang. Yakuza would be a more appropriate term. They were the Yakuza Demons. THE Yakuza Demons. And, unbelievingly enough, I think I fell in love with a member... and I was under the table. His voice was so, so... alluring. Unfotrunately, he sounds like their womanizer to me. He was the only one in the group that knew I was there. And the scum mocked me for it! He had his hands on my breasts and ass the whole time, under the table. Somehow, he knew I didn't wanna move. Then, when they all left, he told me to meet him back there tonight! What's a girl to do? But, then again, he's a member of the deadly yakuza Demons. He said bring a feisty friend. And to think, amazingly enough, Kagome and I had already planned on going tonight. If he lays a hand on her, his 'hand' will be missing, if you catch my drift. *sigh* He smelled so nice. So... lemony fresh... with a hint of cinnamon. Wow. But... he could use Crisco in exorcisms for all I know. Well, I will have to turn in now. Night, mystery man. Night, Journal.
Sango
I shut my journal. All of a sudden there was a loud crash downstairs. I was about to run to the source when I heard yelling. Figures. My parents are fighting again. Better get Kohaku in here so they don't mistakenly kill him as well.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ So... how was it? You like? All feedback appreciated.