If you are reading this right now, that means you have given me a chance to intrigue you.
Please dont shoot it down because you dont like the first chapter.
If you give the second one a chance (once I type it) i promise you it will be a lot more interesting.
For all of you people out there who hate OC fanfics, i swear that this isnt one of those retarded, "oh im a god" or, "oh im so cute i can bat my eyelashes and sasu-kun will get a hardon"
no. I promise you its nothing like that.
I don't own Sorao.
Akatsuki Chef does. :3
Although Akataki ish mine.
Sorao walked along the path that leads to his secret place. The place where he could forget his sorrows, forget his anger, just forget everything. The mountain this certain place was near had been worn away by the river that seemed to wrap around the mountain like a mote. The caverns and passageways seemed endless on the side of the rock formations of the infamous mountain. Plenty of people die there every year, due to getting lost, animal attacks or sometimes the cause of death being unknown. This scares people the most that walk into the caves. They panic, and get lost. Sorao just found the lack of people quite peaceful.
Today wasn't going to be much different than any other for Sorao, walk to his cave that no one else can find, read more of his book, and go home.
As he was walking, for some reason Sorao couldn't take his eyes off one hole in the mountainside. It looked different than usual, due to the strange light tan against the red clay of the rock. It was a long hike up, if Sorao wanted to see what was wrong.
His curiosity burning like an eye in the back of his mind, Sorao picked up a decent sized stick and began the trudge up the forsaken mountain.
It was almost time…
Hibernation was almost over…
Only two more days…
He had been hibernating for eight months now…
Akataki breathed slowly, sucking in nutrients from the roots that protruded from his fingertips. He had waited long enough, and those two days would most certainly be terribly too slow to pass then he hoped for. He was unconscious all up until now. Now he was wide awake, completely aware of his surroundings and what was going on.
If only I had woken up tomorrow instead of today… this would be less unbearable…
"Ugh…" Sorao complained as he trudged further up the hill.
He was about halfway towards the strange shift in color, and the closer he got, the stranger and less recognizable it looked.
He was almost to the third-point mark when—who would've thought—Sorao stepped on a twig, slipped and fell.
"Why me?" He mumbled to himself, standing up and brushing off his legs. He luckily hadn't fallen that far, only about to the halfway mark. He started up the mountain again, being more careful to look where he stepped this time.
welp.
hope you liked it. :D
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