Heya. I'm new to writing… But I'll give it my best shot! Whoo! *Fist Pump*! Now… This is the prologue. It's a little vague and leaves things out… But it's a prologue. ^^; I hope you'll come to love my characters as I have. *Bows* Well I'll be updating regularly, or try to at least. ^^;
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Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
It would be long until she'd be able to use it again. The sleek obsidian weapon fit her hand perfectly. She took her goggles and mufflers off, heading out of the room. The pistol was placed neatly into a case, and slid into a platinum safe. It was time to start anew.
Though this isn't what she had thought 'starting anew' meant…
A few months ago, her younger, snowy-locked counterpart had announced that they'd be 'starting anew'. They'd be leaving to go to Japan. Japan. What was so good about Japan? What did Japan have that France didn't have? Sushi?
She didn't want sushi…
She wanted lustful nights in the dazzling city of Paris. She wanted the cute croissants with delicate black current jam. She wanted the smell, the sights, the feel of French fabric against her skin.
Japan. It sounded cold. It was distant, and peculiar. They'd wake up every day and have rice balls for breakfast. Who has rice balls for breakfast? People with funny accents and a strange language would be sharing the same air as her.
She was told that they'd be transferred to a Catholic school where they spoke French. She knew that it was done for her own benefit, but she didn't care. It still wouldn't be the same. Canadian French was different than French French, so logically, Japanese French would be different too.
A sleek limousine waited outside the stucco house, ready to drive two girls to the airport. Looking down at her sleek, jet suitcase, she felt a twinge of remorse for this 'Japan'. It was unreasonable, and she knew it. Then again, she wasn't a very reasonable person. Her hand gripped the silver handle of her case, and she trudged to the car. She… Was already in the car, waiting for her. Of course.
Sliding into the car, she looked over towards her, beetle black eyes twinkling. The door closed, and a hand moved forward to brush stray tears away. She felt ashamed. She wasn't supposed to cry.
"I'm sorry, Ace-chan… I know how you love France," said a small voice. The voice belonged to a girl who looked about fourteen, but was truly eighteen.
"It's fine, Yuki-sama. I'll follow you anywhere," whispered a deep, husky voice. Her calloused hands ran through her short, spiked hair. She didn't even care to buckle herself up. An awkward silence hung limply within the limousine. She watched the lights and buildings pass by in one long blur. Her lover… Who had broken up with her a few days ago, watched the car go by with tears in her eyes. The window pulled down and she stuck her head out, leaning forward and out of the window, shouting as the wind whipped her hair in her face…
"Don't worry about me… I hope you find who you're looking for, Antoinete! You know how I LOOOOVE them cherries!"
She ran her fingers through her choppy hair and grinned, looking over to her small partner mischievously. The snowy-locked girl sighed and giggled. "You certainly know how to change serious moments into the silliest ones, Ace-chan" the girl smirked.
Yeah…
It was okay.
It'd be just fine.
This new school… New country… It was gonna be all right.