Author: Trixie a.k.a F5C
*Yup, me back for time being and no I'm not dead!*
Rating: So far PG-13… but may change in the future due to language and the characters intentions
Disclaimer: I own a loveable mutt of a dog called Trixie… but no the characters of SD aren't mine… but if ya want I'll ask me doggie… you never know mebbe she owns em?!
Pairing: RuHana/HanaRu and various others… contemplating a side dish of SenYou/YouSen
Dedication: I guess to MitsuiSelphie… I wanted to write you a easy going one but this popped into my mind and I kinda like the idea… hope it'll do fine and I'll still try the easy goin ruhana.
Comments: None Actually… oohh do tell if I've missed out anything in the standard layout: author, rating, pairing, disclaimer, dedication… anything else? Not done this in a while.
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She stepped of the train and tugged on the leather strap of the knapsack that was casually thrown over her left shoulder. It seemed to her like her luggage was getting heavier by the second… pain in the ass. She readjusted her hold on the roller bag hoping that maybe it'd help soothe the pain that was gnawing away at her shoulder. For a few seconds the pain subsided and she seized those pain free moments to skim surface of the crowd. Nope… nothing… nadda… zilch! A grin slowly found its way across her soft features… hmm... he didn't tell anyone. Purrfect, just the way I wanted it… guess things haven't changed as much as I thought they would.
She hailed a cab and ignored the appraising looks that were showered on her by the cab driver. She got comfortable for the somewhat long ride home. A few minutes passed in silence and boredom started the ebb its way into her system. Subtly, she checked out the driver… he was not bad looking, in fact if you went for the bad boy kick ass rugged look you'd be a pool of warm goo right now. Its not that she didn't go for his type… but at the moment… she wasn't in the mood for him. In fact, she wasn't in the mood for a relationship.
Being away had taught her two important things. Firstly, guys were like ice cream… your craving for them varied with the mood you're in just like with the various ice cream flavours; one day rocky road may light your fire but the next day a rich smooth vanilla may send you reeling off the edge… which leads us to lesson two: life's too unpredictable to be so picky about the small things in life, and this in turn led to her transformation.
She silently contemplated her change over the past year… the lil' seeds of doubt in her mind sprouting to life as she neared her destination.
I'm still the same person I was a year ago, but I have changed. Maybe 'changed' isn't the most suitable word to use in this case… how bout 'matured'? Okay… so I've matured in the past one year… in a good way that is… as I said I'm still the same but my opinions and actions are slightly altered. I'm a whole lot more outgoing, good thing right? Seeing as I was always lectured about being more confident by my family.
It wasn't easy to be away for a whole year and then come back and expect things to be the same… in an ideal world nothing would have changed, not even herself and she'd 'fit' right back just like a missing piece in a jigsaw puzzle. But did she really want to be the same person she was a year ago? She liked the way she now was… many more doors seemed to open her way… many more choices to make… the end results being a more complicated life but one that was more exhilarating… one more worth living.
The cab slowed to a stop and she paid the driver, giving him a tip when he finally put her roller bag down. He winked at her, a sly grin on his face but she ignored him and proceeded to walk into the garden.
She stopped at the front door… doubt and fear flooded her every nerve ending.
Well ideal is the last thing I'd use to describe this world, so I might as well just hope for the best and hope that I'd be able to accept the changes in the people I once were close to the same way they should accept mine.
Inserting her key into the lock, she heard a soft click as the door unlocked.
"OOONNNNIIIII CCCCCHHHAAAAANNN!!!!!!!!!!"
A mischievous smirk now graced her petite face
Guess who's back?!
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DA DA DA DUM!!!!!
Well… guess who's back?!
Nyahahaha
I'm BACK!
No but really enlighten me as to who you think's back… I think it'd be rather obvious…
But whateva…
I've been trying to write the mpreg ficcy but me muse just isn't here… and instead I got this idea after reading a harry potter fic… nope not the same plot… it just the way the other author wrote it gave me an idea and voila… you got no idea do you?
Think that this may be a rather long story… bout maybe 10 to 13 chappies if things go right and if ppl still want me to continue.
Hmm… as for the ice cream thing… I don't believe it… I on the other hand believe that the guy you want is just 'there'… mood has nothing to do with it but you gotta realize that he's the one you want… get what I mean?!
Nvm… lets not delve into the depths of my weird mind.
Anyhoo… review…
Sorry that this isn't whacky… but this is what I felt like writing
*grins*
so yeah… tell me what ya think… and if ya find the prologue tempting enuf to read the next part…
*smiles*
danka!