Author's Notes: Hey everybody, Nicole here. My friends and I have had an
account on Fanfiction for nearly 3 months now and this is the first time
I've gotten up off my lazy rear end to put a story on it. (I know, it's
pathetic.) Anywho, I'm not gonna tell y'all what happens in this story,
since I'm always getting on my friend Paige's case for trying to. You'll
just have to read and see what happens. HE,HE,HE. Aren't I just evil?
ENJOY!
The Two Year Wait
Chapter 1:Don't Leave Me
"Do you have to go?" I asked, pleading ringing in my every word. "I already told you that I need to train in Maikai at least once a week to stay in top physical shape. If I'm not there tomorrow, I won't be able to get in for 2 years." he replied. "But you won't be able to get OUT for 2 years either." I pointed out. "I have to go Nicky. This is important to me!" he returned, his passion ringing in every syllable.
Tears began to stream down my cheeks. "I'll miss you so much." I whispered to my lap, shoulders trembling. "Hey," he said gently placing his hand under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. He lifted his other hand and softly wiped away my tears. "It'll be alright." he whispered, pulling me close, letting me cry into his shirt.
"Besides, just because I can't get out doesn't mean messages can't. I'll write at least every other day." "Promise?" I whispered voice thick with tears. "Promise." he whispered back, leaning in to kiss me. A moment later, we pulled apart. "We better get going. We don't want to be later to the station,' I said quietly, beginning to gain my composure as I walked towards the door of Hiei's apartment. "Hey," said Hiei, grabbing my wrist. "I love you." he stated simply. I smiled. "I love you to."
A/N: I know, I know, major fluff alert, but hey, can you blame me? I soak up the sickeningly sweet and sappy stuff like a cactus does water. Besides, my friend Lyn and I, who was over that night had just been talking about love and romance when we decide to write. Then we turned on the Delilah show. (Magic 94.9 Rocks!) They call her broadcast "Love Songs After Work." Anyways, we were bombarded by sap. And the rest of the story won't be much better, although there will definitely be touches of attempted humor. If you like this kinda' stuff, hang around. If not, Hasta la Vista, baby. Either way, let me know what you think, what you like and what you would like to see disappear. Love it, hate it. Flame or praise, I don't care, just review.
The Two Year Wait
Chapter 1:Don't Leave Me
"Do you have to go?" I asked, pleading ringing in my every word. "I already told you that I need to train in Maikai at least once a week to stay in top physical shape. If I'm not there tomorrow, I won't be able to get in for 2 years." he replied. "But you won't be able to get OUT for 2 years either." I pointed out. "I have to go Nicky. This is important to me!" he returned, his passion ringing in every syllable.
Tears began to stream down my cheeks. "I'll miss you so much." I whispered to my lap, shoulders trembling. "Hey," he said gently placing his hand under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. He lifted his other hand and softly wiped away my tears. "It'll be alright." he whispered, pulling me close, letting me cry into his shirt.
"Besides, just because I can't get out doesn't mean messages can't. I'll write at least every other day." "Promise?" I whispered voice thick with tears. "Promise." he whispered back, leaning in to kiss me. A moment later, we pulled apart. "We better get going. We don't want to be later to the station,' I said quietly, beginning to gain my composure as I walked towards the door of Hiei's apartment. "Hey," said Hiei, grabbing my wrist. "I love you." he stated simply. I smiled. "I love you to."
A/N: I know, I know, major fluff alert, but hey, can you blame me? I soak up the sickeningly sweet and sappy stuff like a cactus does water. Besides, my friend Lyn and I, who was over that night had just been talking about love and romance when we decide to write. Then we turned on the Delilah show. (Magic 94.9 Rocks!) They call her broadcast "Love Songs After Work." Anyways, we were bombarded by sap. And the rest of the story won't be much better, although there will definitely be touches of attempted humor. If you like this kinda' stuff, hang around. If not, Hasta la Vista, baby. Either way, let me know what you think, what you like and what you would like to see disappear. Love it, hate it. Flame or praise, I don't care, just review.