Renamed:
Title: White Prayer
A/N: I just noticed my reviews for this story. I mean, I know they aren't much but there are some despite my really bad grammar and shit like that. I was tempted to delete it but hell, I couldn't. So I'm re-writing it –even if I haven't posted the other chapters. XD
Just, hopefully, it sounds better this time.
Other notes: It was renamed White Prayer, after Alice nine.'s song. I read the English translation of the lyrics and deemed it fitting.
Summary: -AU- Tenten owns a bar and if you'd ask anyone who's anyone, they'd say it'd be heading downhill. Her first concern, was to get the money to be able to pay rent until the lot was hers. She leaves, with much convincing from co-worker and friend, Ino, to enjoy a weak alone. Coming back, she's surprised to see numerous cars parked outside the pub. Will this new band, hired by Ino, be the answer to all her prayers? And more, perhaps. Or will it just continue to bring 'Blue Skies' crashing and burning?
By: Taylor
"And cry, with love we're sure to forget"
Prologue:
The morning started with a cry. Normally, a woman's face would have be plastered with a smile - seeing as it was her wedding day. The happiest day of her life.
Supposedly.
Her eyes fell on the silver and diamond wrapped around her finger. She stared at the ring multiple times but there was only one vision in her mind. Clouding her thoughts was a boy.
A jerk of a boy.
As much as a jerk the boy may have been, she was in love with the boy. But with the boy being a jerk, he left her. Because he was hurt.
Stupid selfish insensitive jerk boy.
You're thinking right now, 'Why is she marrying a jerk?'
Nope.
Don't think that.
'Because she isn't marrying him.
She was marrying his best friend whom she didn't love. Because this girl was a jerk too and she was spoon feeding her fiancé a lie all along –being in love with him and he bit from the spoon fully aware of the fact that it was all too good to be true, for him at least. She was marrying him because she was afraid of being alone.
Yes, that's right. Two insensitive jerks in love.
Now instead of kissing her fiancé's cheek as the first thing she'd do in the morning, she put her jeans on and slipped on a pair of shoes. The first thing she did was visit his grave.
The grave of her dead jerk lover.
Kneeling down, she embraced the oddly warm grave. She didn't even shiver with all that snow around her and no warmth whatsoever.
"It's yours." She mumbled. No other words were spoken.
The girl let go of the grave and placed her hand over her stomach.
Nine months of pregnancy on her mind.
The lie on her mind.
That wedding on her mind.
His death on her mind.
…and Him on her mind.
A/N: So how the short prologue? Chapter one coming along very soon. Maybe tonight ('tis 2:00 in the afternoon here) Read and Review! And I feel like stomaching some constructive criticism. So please feel free. So as long as you're sure it'll help. D: I don't want flamers.