a/n: argh. i was trying to add on part six yesterday night when i accidentally deleted part two and had to reload. took me an hour to rearrange my chapters. stupid chaptering system. and i've been having problems with ff.net lately...part six still isn't up. oh well. (it'll be up in the next week or so.)
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disclaimer: i don't own anything except the plot. oh wait. ::checks pockets:: i also own thirty-five cents and a coupon for free pantyhose (er...heheh...how did that get in there?). so if you want to sue me, don't.
"twist of fate" is going to be a series. there are six parts...i think. i already have most of them done...just need to finish a little more on part six...
oh and review please? :) :) thanks :) :) :)
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26-year-old Sora closed her eyes. What a horrible day. Her mind slowly...and torturously...replayed it scene by scene. "Oh shut up," Sora told her brain. It didn't listen.
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A 26-year-old man stood waiting, a little lonely, for the subway train to pull up. A natural ladies' man, Tai had finally been able to tear himself away from the nightclub where Matt (his best friend) and his band had been playing...but only after about five bottles of beer and dancing with...Tai frowned.
"It was only twenty-six chicks this time," he realized, and swore under his breath. "Man, I'm losing my touch." The subway train gradually pulled up to the station with a tired squeak, and Tai put his hand in his pocket, reaching for his wallet and the subway pass inside. His hand came back out...empty. He blinked once or twice, then reached into his other one. And another one. And another one. (His pants had a lot of pockets, okay?) He cursed as his hand finally managed to salvage up a weak fistful of loose change. "$1.56, huh?" He cursed again as he stepped up to the train. "Hey, how far can $1.56 take me, sweetie?" The driver, a large, sweating, pigtailed blonde smiled, showing a mouthful of bleached teeth. "$1.56 can take you to Tokyo, darling...but only with a kiss." (Didn't I mention that Tai was a ladies' man?) Tai felt his nose wrinkling with distaste, but quickly flashed a brave grin and pecked the woman on the cheek. "The lips, hun, the lips," she demanded. 'Phew, hasn't she ever heard of deodorant?' he wondered sadly as he bent down to brush her lips with his. The woman finally let him go with a laugh, and left him sitting on worn plastic seat, dreaming of pine-scented air freshener.
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Tai looked around. There was no one on the train, except for a young, kind of sad-looking woman sitting on his right. Her eyes were closed, and her face wore a sort of strange twisted expression. But he couldn't help noticing that she was attractive. Forget attractive, she was beautiful. Her shapely legs, accentuated by a short striped skirt, stretched far beyond her seat. Her figure was somehow curvy and slender at the same time, and her skin was a light golden brown. The woman's gleaming auburn hair was pulled in a species of twist at the nape of her neck, and even with her eyes closed, she looked...well...fabulous. But Tai was too tired to make up one of the seductive remarks he had been grinding out all night. He fell asleep.
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Sora, deep in thought, had not hear nor seen Tai come in, sit next to her, then topple over with fatigue. She saw herself waving at a friend twenty hours earlier, smiling, and then walking straght into a wall. Her pantyhose had tore. She had rushed to the nearest restroom, hopped in a stall, and had just peeled off her stockings when she had become aware of a smell not dissimilar to the cows on her Uncle Ed's farm. She did a double take, gasped for air, and peered (for heaven knows what reason, she now shuddered) into the toilet. Somehow had forgot to flush all right. Sora mentally kicked herself for what happened next. She had tried in vain to flush those vile things down, and the toilet had overflowed. "Oh no!" she had yelped, and had ran to avoid suspicion. Too late. She had charged smack into a janitor and landed rear-end first on the wet linoleum floor. "Why, what's the matter, my dear," the janitor-lady (ironically wearing an all-too-perky nametag screaming, "Hi! My name is Janet!"...a/n: um..you know...janitor...janet...heheh..never mind) had asked. "Uhhhh...." Sora stammered. "And my, what in the world is that smell?" the lady continued. Sora had, at this point, madly sprinted in a futile mission to escape. "Come back here, lady!" she had heard the janitor scream a few seconds later. "Hit-and-run!!"
Sora had spent the next three hours of her day phoning her lawyer and filling release forms that restrained her from using any public restrooms for the next 36 months. The woman had, at this point, missed a whole day at work. Her boss had called her cell. "SORA!!!!" he had screamed. Sora had yelped, jumped, and dropped her cell phone down a nearby gutter. 'Thirty dollars a month down the drain...literally,' the woman thought sadly in despair. And this brings us to the present...
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"Aiyeee!!!!" The woman next to Tai had given a frustrated scream, and brought her fist down on the seat to her left, a seat she assumed to be empty. But apparently someone, a man, had snuck into the seat when she wasn't watching, and was lying there, peacefully asleep. Even more unfortunately, Sora had brought her fist down on a very inconvenient spot...err..*harumph*...you know...the very..er..delicate place between a guy's legs..*cough cough*
Sora had never, ever, in her whole entire life, seen a man jump so high. But jump Tai did, and let out a truly heartrenching howl of pain.
"Oh my lord! I didn't mean to..oh no...please...don't bang your head against the window..."
Apparently Tai wasn't listening, but after several frantic moments of screaming and head-banging he finally calmed down enough to give a small squeak of pain and then topple over...backwards.
"Oh please wake up! Look, I didn't know you were sitting there or else...please..." Sora stopped midsentence. Oh no! She had killed him! The poor man..."Um, look...heheh...I know this isn't a good time to mention this, but I've already got sort of a criminal record (courtesy of that volatile toilet, she thought bitterly) and if you're dead then I guess you could say that I would be..um.." Sora faltered as words began to fail her. Her eyes began to water for the first time that miserable day. "You idiot, just get up!" she shrieked in his ear. "I thought I'd been having the worst day of my life...but congrats...you've just MADE IT WORSE!!" The windows shook.
Suddenly...Tai raised an eyebrow. Sora gasped. "Oh thank you!" she cried rapturously. "You're alive...oh thank you so much...um...look...sorry about that..er..karate chop...I did back there. I would kinda like to, well you know, make it up to you and stuff. Um...hey! How about a late-night snack?"
But Tai wasn't listening. He was staring up at the most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever seen (a/n: I know it's corny...but I'm the author so you guys all shush). He remembered a stain ruby pendant that his mom used to wear...this girl's eyes were (gasp!) the exact same color, only brighter and warmer and swirling with human emotions. He choked a little. "S-sure, if that's what you want babe." He gave her a charmingly cocky grin. "Great!" Sora replied. And smiled.
But this romantic moment was spoiled by the blonde-haired pig sitting in the driver's seat. "LAST STOP! TOKYO!!" she roared. Sora gave a small jump, then turned back to Tai. "Come on!" "Okay, okay, I'm coming..."
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"You can actually afford this kind of place?"
"My job isn't too bad," Sora had vaguely replied. "So, uh, what's your name?"
"Tai. Tai Kamiya." Tai threw her another grin. Suddenly he became worried. The girl's eyebrows had drawn together, and a small frown was pulling at her pretty face. He was startled when she gave a sudden snap.
"Tai! I can't believe I didn't recognize you earlier...it's Sora!"
"Sora...?"
"Sora Takenouchi!!!"
"SORA!!!!"
"TAI!!!!!"
And now we interrupt this moment for the following message...hehehehe ::evil grin::
~to be continued~
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disclaimer: i don't own anything except the plot. oh wait. ::checks pockets:: i also own thirty-five cents and a coupon for free pantyhose (er...heheh...how did that get in there?). so if you want to sue me, don't.
"twist of fate" is going to be a series. there are six parts...i think. i already have most of them done...just need to finish a little more on part six...
oh and review please? :) :) thanks :) :) :)
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26-year-old Sora closed her eyes. What a horrible day. Her mind slowly...and torturously...replayed it scene by scene. "Oh shut up," Sora told her brain. It didn't listen.
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A 26-year-old man stood waiting, a little lonely, for the subway train to pull up. A natural ladies' man, Tai had finally been able to tear himself away from the nightclub where Matt (his best friend) and his band had been playing...but only after about five bottles of beer and dancing with...Tai frowned.
"It was only twenty-six chicks this time," he realized, and swore under his breath. "Man, I'm losing my touch." The subway train gradually pulled up to the station with a tired squeak, and Tai put his hand in his pocket, reaching for his wallet and the subway pass inside. His hand came back out...empty. He blinked once or twice, then reached into his other one. And another one. And another one. (His pants had a lot of pockets, okay?) He cursed as his hand finally managed to salvage up a weak fistful of loose change. "$1.56, huh?" He cursed again as he stepped up to the train. "Hey, how far can $1.56 take me, sweetie?" The driver, a large, sweating, pigtailed blonde smiled, showing a mouthful of bleached teeth. "$1.56 can take you to Tokyo, darling...but only with a kiss." (Didn't I mention that Tai was a ladies' man?) Tai felt his nose wrinkling with distaste, but quickly flashed a brave grin and pecked the woman on the cheek. "The lips, hun, the lips," she demanded. 'Phew, hasn't she ever heard of deodorant?' he wondered sadly as he bent down to brush her lips with his. The woman finally let him go with a laugh, and left him sitting on worn plastic seat, dreaming of pine-scented air freshener.
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Tai looked around. There was no one on the train, except for a young, kind of sad-looking woman sitting on his right. Her eyes were closed, and her face wore a sort of strange twisted expression. But he couldn't help noticing that she was attractive. Forget attractive, she was beautiful. Her shapely legs, accentuated by a short striped skirt, stretched far beyond her seat. Her figure was somehow curvy and slender at the same time, and her skin was a light golden brown. The woman's gleaming auburn hair was pulled in a species of twist at the nape of her neck, and even with her eyes closed, she looked...well...fabulous. But Tai was too tired to make up one of the seductive remarks he had been grinding out all night. He fell asleep.
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Sora, deep in thought, had not hear nor seen Tai come in, sit next to her, then topple over with fatigue. She saw herself waving at a friend twenty hours earlier, smiling, and then walking straght into a wall. Her pantyhose had tore. She had rushed to the nearest restroom, hopped in a stall, and had just peeled off her stockings when she had become aware of a smell not dissimilar to the cows on her Uncle Ed's farm. She did a double take, gasped for air, and peered (for heaven knows what reason, she now shuddered) into the toilet. Somehow had forgot to flush all right. Sora mentally kicked herself for what happened next. She had tried in vain to flush those vile things down, and the toilet had overflowed. "Oh no!" she had yelped, and had ran to avoid suspicion. Too late. She had charged smack into a janitor and landed rear-end first on the wet linoleum floor. "Why, what's the matter, my dear," the janitor-lady (ironically wearing an all-too-perky nametag screaming, "Hi! My name is Janet!"...a/n: um..you know...janitor...janet...heheh..never mind) had asked. "Uhhhh...." Sora stammered. "And my, what in the world is that smell?" the lady continued. Sora had, at this point, madly sprinted in a futile mission to escape. "Come back here, lady!" she had heard the janitor scream a few seconds later. "Hit-and-run!!"
Sora had spent the next three hours of her day phoning her lawyer and filling release forms that restrained her from using any public restrooms for the next 36 months. The woman had, at this point, missed a whole day at work. Her boss had called her cell. "SORA!!!!" he had screamed. Sora had yelped, jumped, and dropped her cell phone down a nearby gutter. 'Thirty dollars a month down the drain...literally,' the woman thought sadly in despair. And this brings us to the present...
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"Aiyeee!!!!" The woman next to Tai had given a frustrated scream, and brought her fist down on the seat to her left, a seat she assumed to be empty. But apparently someone, a man, had snuck into the seat when she wasn't watching, and was lying there, peacefully asleep. Even more unfortunately, Sora had brought her fist down on a very inconvenient spot...err..*harumph*...you know...the very..er..delicate place between a guy's legs..*cough cough*
Sora had never, ever, in her whole entire life, seen a man jump so high. But jump Tai did, and let out a truly heartrenching howl of pain.
"Oh my lord! I didn't mean to..oh no...please...don't bang your head against the window..."
Apparently Tai wasn't listening, but after several frantic moments of screaming and head-banging he finally calmed down enough to give a small squeak of pain and then topple over...backwards.
"Oh please wake up! Look, I didn't know you were sitting there or else...please..." Sora stopped midsentence. Oh no! She had killed him! The poor man..."Um, look...heheh...I know this isn't a good time to mention this, but I've already got sort of a criminal record (courtesy of that volatile toilet, she thought bitterly) and if you're dead then I guess you could say that I would be..um.." Sora faltered as words began to fail her. Her eyes began to water for the first time that miserable day. "You idiot, just get up!" she shrieked in his ear. "I thought I'd been having the worst day of my life...but congrats...you've just MADE IT WORSE!!" The windows shook.
Suddenly...Tai raised an eyebrow. Sora gasped. "Oh thank you!" she cried rapturously. "You're alive...oh thank you so much...um...look...sorry about that..er..karate chop...I did back there. I would kinda like to, well you know, make it up to you and stuff. Um...hey! How about a late-night snack?"
But Tai wasn't listening. He was staring up at the most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever seen (a/n: I know it's corny...but I'm the author so you guys all shush). He remembered a stain ruby pendant that his mom used to wear...this girl's eyes were (gasp!) the exact same color, only brighter and warmer and swirling with human emotions. He choked a little. "S-sure, if that's what you want babe." He gave her a charmingly cocky grin. "Great!" Sora replied. And smiled.
But this romantic moment was spoiled by the blonde-haired pig sitting in the driver's seat. "LAST STOP! TOKYO!!" she roared. Sora gave a small jump, then turned back to Tai. "Come on!" "Okay, okay, I'm coming..."
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"You can actually afford this kind of place?"
"My job isn't too bad," Sora had vaguely replied. "So, uh, what's your name?"
"Tai. Tai Kamiya." Tai threw her another grin. Suddenly he became worried. The girl's eyebrows had drawn together, and a small frown was pulling at her pretty face. He was startled when she gave a sudden snap.
"Tai! I can't believe I didn't recognize you earlier...it's Sora!"
"Sora...?"
"Sora Takenouchi!!!"
"SORA!!!!"
"TAI!!!!!"
And now we interrupt this moment for the following message...hehehehe ::evil grin::
~to be continued~