Another Gravitation story! ^_______^ Plz go easy on me. I'm new to the
story so I might get a little something wrong so if I do plz do tell me.
BUT NICELY. I've only read the first two volumes of it and I'm in love with
it. IT'S SOOOOOOOO CUTE!!!! I love the story, the characters, and all the
guys are unbelievably cute. Shuichi is my favorite guy. SOOO CUTE! But he
whines to much. And cries a lot. And complains a lot. Oh well. The best
thing about him is that he does, sort of, has a good personality, in my
opinion. =P I'm not sure what I'm blabbing about anymore. Onto the stuff
that I need to really type.
Title: Visitor
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/Drama (it's a whole mix of crap. So plz go along with it.)
Summary: A little girl ends up on Yuki's door step one day. Being the nice guy he is he lets the girl come in. Only trouble finds her. Being a child born in the infamous yazuka of that area of Tokyo, they'll do anything to get her back, and everyone knows not to mess with the yazuka(or otherwise known as a gang. Yazuka is Japanese for gang. Or so I was told and I have read.) of the area. But she doesn't want to be involved in a life of crime and hate. Besides that, her parents that are the head of the whole thing, insult her all the time. Emotionally abusing her. Physically by some other men. Shuichi, Hiroshi, Yuki, and Maiko want to help this little girl. But is it really worth their lives. And can they all make it through the heartache that it brings? Angst, fluffiness, and a yazuka that is pure evil. (Aren't they all?)I switch Points Of View a lot too so keep track. Arigato!
Feedback: PLZ REVIEW. Plz be gentle.
Disclaimer: NO I DON'T OWN GRAVITATION. I do own the little girl and everyone in the yazuka. Any resemblance or name to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental. Again, I don't own Gravitation.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yuki POV
Reading my morning paper, fresh out of the shower, I sat on my chair smoking a cigarette once again and turned on the TV. In my bath robe, I was comfortable, and ready for some relaxation after last night. A LONG last night because of that kid. Shuichi had left me up late last night crying to me again about some nonsense that he should have taken care of a long time ago. I liked the kid but he was always coming to me. Well, I guess I should feel pretty lucky. Not everyone looks up to me just because I'm me. It's usually because I'm a famous author. But this kid loved me because he liked me. Seemed like he only wanted me for my money at first but it grew into true love. I could tell by the look in his eyes when he always talks to me. Strange though. I never really thought about going with a man until I met Shuichi. I don't think that he did either. Lovers were lovers. Friends were friends. And we are what we are. Lovers. Friends. People that like eachother for not their fame but how they are on the inside. Though, I'm sure that doofus doesn't think of it that way, but to a writer that's how I would put it if I were to write about us. Complicated but really nice. Except when he gets on my nerves which happens quite a lot. That's just Shuichi Shindou, doofus, crybaby, and a cool guy.
After a couple of minutes sitting at my comfortable chair, I heard a ring at the door. I couldn't think of who it possibly could be! It was five in the morning and surely Shuichi wouldn't come here that early. Then again, I wouldn't put anything besides that boy. I got up and groaned. Who in their right mind would come to my house in the five in the frickin morning. Damn.
Hoping I was hearing things, I stood at the door. I wanted to see if someone was really there. I was hoping that I was hearing things but I wasn't. Seemed whoever it was had stopped knocking. I opened the door anyway. And there was a crying little girl.
Messy, long blonde hair. A red baseball cap on backwards. Jean jacket with a black top. Baggy brown pants with a bookbag on her back. The girl couldn't be more than eleven years old. She had her knees to her chest and was crying upon them. I didn't know there but I just couldn't let the kid sit there. I bent down to her and obviously she was sensitive to smoke and she started to cough. Even though I didn't want to I put out my cigarette.
She looked up at me with pleading brown eyes. Full of tears and a bruised face. It looked like she had been hurt or something close to it. I sighed. I couldn't leave her out here. I may be cold sometimes but I wasn't that cold.
"What's your name?" I asked straight out.
She said quietly "I-I'm Haru. Haru Shimagata. I'm sooooo sorry to interrupt you this morning sir! If you want I'll pay you for my intrusion. Just don't hit me. Please. I'm really, really, really, really, sorry sir."
I raised an eyebrow. "Why would I hit you for that? And why are you out here all alone?"
"Well...uhhhh....that's what happens. If a girl interrupts a man for something they get to hit them or something worse. I'm alone because I don't have any family. Well, I do, but I never saw them in my life. My foster parents are so mean to me that I didn't want to take it anymore and I just want to-"
"Okay, okay, okay already. You can come in. And no I ain't gonna' hit you. I guess your foster parents really screwed with your brain for you to think like that. Just don't cry anymore. Okay kid?"
I was sort of getting tired of taking in these kids but there was no way that I could turn her down. Later I could just give her to the police and they would find a home for her. Right now, I guess, I'll just have to put up with a little brat running around my house.
She came in and said "So? What do you want me to do first?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" I groaned.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I guess that you didn't want me to."
"To what?"
"At my house, whenever I meet someone that is new, that person expects me to do something. And whatever they ask I have to do. So? What would you like me to do?"
I sighed. This kid was weird.
"I don't want you to do anything. If something comes up I'll ask you. You want milk? Juice? Soda? Riceballs? Or do you want a shower or something. I have a washer and dryer if you want. You can borrow my clothes. I don't need you prancing around her naked. Anyway-" she started to cry "Didn't I say no more crying. God. What's the matter?"
"Noyone has ever been *sob* this nice to me..." Haru replied and hugged me. "I'm so happy! Thank you!"
I smiled. I liked her, she was an abused kid that I needed to help out, and I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't help her. Atleast Haru wasn't annoying. Well, THAT annoying.
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I know that it might have not been that good but please take pity on me! I'M TRYING MY BEST!!! Please review.....
^^-SamanthaSagara-^^
Title: Visitor
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/Drama (it's a whole mix of crap. So plz go along with it.)
Summary: A little girl ends up on Yuki's door step one day. Being the nice guy he is he lets the girl come in. Only trouble finds her. Being a child born in the infamous yazuka of that area of Tokyo, they'll do anything to get her back, and everyone knows not to mess with the yazuka(or otherwise known as a gang. Yazuka is Japanese for gang. Or so I was told and I have read.) of the area. But she doesn't want to be involved in a life of crime and hate. Besides that, her parents that are the head of the whole thing, insult her all the time. Emotionally abusing her. Physically by some other men. Shuichi, Hiroshi, Yuki, and Maiko want to help this little girl. But is it really worth their lives. And can they all make it through the heartache that it brings? Angst, fluffiness, and a yazuka that is pure evil. (Aren't they all?)I switch Points Of View a lot too so keep track. Arigato!
Feedback: PLZ REVIEW. Plz be gentle.
Disclaimer: NO I DON'T OWN GRAVITATION. I do own the little girl and everyone in the yazuka. Any resemblance or name to anyone dead or alive is purely coincidental. Again, I don't own Gravitation.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yuki POV
Reading my morning paper, fresh out of the shower, I sat on my chair smoking a cigarette once again and turned on the TV. In my bath robe, I was comfortable, and ready for some relaxation after last night. A LONG last night because of that kid. Shuichi had left me up late last night crying to me again about some nonsense that he should have taken care of a long time ago. I liked the kid but he was always coming to me. Well, I guess I should feel pretty lucky. Not everyone looks up to me just because I'm me. It's usually because I'm a famous author. But this kid loved me because he liked me. Seemed like he only wanted me for my money at first but it grew into true love. I could tell by the look in his eyes when he always talks to me. Strange though. I never really thought about going with a man until I met Shuichi. I don't think that he did either. Lovers were lovers. Friends were friends. And we are what we are. Lovers. Friends. People that like eachother for not their fame but how they are on the inside. Though, I'm sure that doofus doesn't think of it that way, but to a writer that's how I would put it if I were to write about us. Complicated but really nice. Except when he gets on my nerves which happens quite a lot. That's just Shuichi Shindou, doofus, crybaby, and a cool guy.
After a couple of minutes sitting at my comfortable chair, I heard a ring at the door. I couldn't think of who it possibly could be! It was five in the morning and surely Shuichi wouldn't come here that early. Then again, I wouldn't put anything besides that boy. I got up and groaned. Who in their right mind would come to my house in the five in the frickin morning. Damn.
Hoping I was hearing things, I stood at the door. I wanted to see if someone was really there. I was hoping that I was hearing things but I wasn't. Seemed whoever it was had stopped knocking. I opened the door anyway. And there was a crying little girl.
Messy, long blonde hair. A red baseball cap on backwards. Jean jacket with a black top. Baggy brown pants with a bookbag on her back. The girl couldn't be more than eleven years old. She had her knees to her chest and was crying upon them. I didn't know there but I just couldn't let the kid sit there. I bent down to her and obviously she was sensitive to smoke and she started to cough. Even though I didn't want to I put out my cigarette.
She looked up at me with pleading brown eyes. Full of tears and a bruised face. It looked like she had been hurt or something close to it. I sighed. I couldn't leave her out here. I may be cold sometimes but I wasn't that cold.
"What's your name?" I asked straight out.
She said quietly "I-I'm Haru. Haru Shimagata. I'm sooooo sorry to interrupt you this morning sir! If you want I'll pay you for my intrusion. Just don't hit me. Please. I'm really, really, really, really, sorry sir."
I raised an eyebrow. "Why would I hit you for that? And why are you out here all alone?"
"Well...uhhhh....that's what happens. If a girl interrupts a man for something they get to hit them or something worse. I'm alone because I don't have any family. Well, I do, but I never saw them in my life. My foster parents are so mean to me that I didn't want to take it anymore and I just want to-"
"Okay, okay, okay already. You can come in. And no I ain't gonna' hit you. I guess your foster parents really screwed with your brain for you to think like that. Just don't cry anymore. Okay kid?"
I was sort of getting tired of taking in these kids but there was no way that I could turn her down. Later I could just give her to the police and they would find a home for her. Right now, I guess, I'll just have to put up with a little brat running around my house.
She came in and said "So? What do you want me to do first?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" I groaned.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I guess that you didn't want me to."
"To what?"
"At my house, whenever I meet someone that is new, that person expects me to do something. And whatever they ask I have to do. So? What would you like me to do?"
I sighed. This kid was weird.
"I don't want you to do anything. If something comes up I'll ask you. You want milk? Juice? Soda? Riceballs? Or do you want a shower or something. I have a washer and dryer if you want. You can borrow my clothes. I don't need you prancing around her naked. Anyway-" she started to cry "Didn't I say no more crying. God. What's the matter?"
"Noyone has ever been *sob* this nice to me..." Haru replied and hugged me. "I'm so happy! Thank you!"
I smiled. I liked her, she was an abused kid that I needed to help out, and I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't help her. Atleast Haru wasn't annoying. Well, THAT annoying.
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I know that it might have not been that good but please take pity on me! I'M TRYING MY BEST!!! Please review.....
^^-SamanthaSagara-^^