I totally understand... my french... is not ... the best, I tried though, if you actually are offended I apologize. But if you actually want to help, please just tell me "how" to correct it... p&ty
I haven't updated in like... forever, I know. School is the death of me.
And yes, I do think the plot is quick too, but I don't want it to end up like my other stories that were like... 30 chapters long. I dunno, my mind just jumps from one plot to another.
I hope you guys'll forgive me :D
Here we go!
TAMA POV
Did you know? Honestly I didn't know. 'Secluded' islands have tour guides! True, there was only one cabin for guests on it, it was on the right. There was a huge building to the left which was called, "EVERYTHING YOU NEED"
For some reason the sign scared me.
I sighed and followed the tour guide, who, apparently spoke no word of English. All he did was motion to the cabin.
"To the cabin? Is that where we're are staying?" I asked him politely.
The tanned man nodded and grunted to two other hosts. They nodded and grabbed our luggage.
I nudged Kyouya, "Hey, is guess we're going in! See, not everything goes your way!"
I could see that this was tormenting him, but I wanted some revenge. I was actually still kind of hurting from sleeping on the ground.
"You could say that again..." my best friend growled, "Honestly I think I should just turn back, I don't care if we have to marry straight away once we get there..."
I shook my head, "Kyo, we can still plan, okay? Be patient."
The tour guide tugged at my sleeve, "Up!"
I nodded and pushed Kyouya ahead of me, "I think we should get to the cabin before we do anything."
"Man, I wish I just stayed home..." My 'fiance' groaned. Although he seemed ticked, he followed the tour guide.
Step by step, we were getting lured in.
Deeper and deeper.
Until we cannot turn back...
KYO POV
If I didn't have a raging headache right now, I'd probably tear down this cabin and commit suicide. The guides had left us alone to mind our own 'things'. It had been over and hour since we arrive and this person...
"Kyouya! LOOK! Teddy bears! Kuma-chan can play with them!" The blond screamed at me, while he put his ridiculous stuffed bear in between the low quality child toys. His luggage was laying all over the ground, which was oddly a soft red-ish carpet.
I groaned and pulled a pillow from the other side of the bed and sandwiched my head between two, "Tamaki, GO DIE!"
The smell of the house made me want to puke, it was some sort of... perfume. Even though it looked like it was a simple wood cabin from the beach, the inside was quite... luxerious. A full sized bath and soft couches. The kitchen was packed with food. It was a bit cramped though.
Oh... did I mention that I was laying on the only bed in this whole undersized suite? And it just happened to be covered with a PINK bedspread. With that white fluffy stuff on the sides...
"Aww Kyouya! Don't be like that! Your such a pessimist! Look outside! The beautiful beach!" I watched as the immature grown man twirled around over dramatically, " Let's go outside once we finish packing!"
"How about I murder you and I tell everyone you fell off a boat and drowned?" I laughed hollowly, I think I had just lost my mind, "No, better yet, I can pierce a knife through your heart and say you couldn't take to pressure of being the Suoh..." I let my words fade and watched Tamaki's face pale. Sometimes wild imaginations go too far.
"Ugh... okay okay," He started turning green, "I'll be outside if you need me and I'll leave the door open so this smell can fade, DON'T KILL ME!"
Silently, I thanked him, "Go on!"
He scrambled to put on his shoes and ran out the door, "I'll be back soon!" He called, "Start unpacking your own stuff okay?
Ugh... What am I to him? A wife? I rolled over so that I could actually breath. The wind coming through the door blew away my horrid thoughts, it was kind of relaxing. Well, if you minus the shreiking person outside and...
Wait... why was Tamaki screaming his head off? I tored out the cabin and ran down the short path, which connects the cabin and the beach.
"TAMAKI! What's wr-"
A hand stopped me from continuing and the owner of the hand stroked my chin, "Dear Kyouya, hello!"
A identical person was standing over a pained Tamaki.
Again, I applogize if I have offended any french speaking person... french is my 4th language and a language of which I am still learning...
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