I LIKE My Head, Thank You!
By: Seigi no Shoujo
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Disclaimer: ^_^; I don't own poor innocent Kotori. I just like to prod fun at her. *LOL* I'm so mean. I've only see the movie and read a bit of the manga, so I'm going by what I know. However, this isn't exactly an intellegent fic. Ever wonder how Kotori felt when she found out how many times she'd be decapitated in the manga? ^_- Yes, this is supposed to be OOC, she's not actually participating in the manga right now. Get it? *LOL* Gooooood.
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The melodrama could be felt. OH YES! The melodrama could be felt. Sakura petals danced around the young woman she looked up into the universe above, her long hair twirling and swishing in the wind.
She frowned deeply, peering down at the small book in her tiny hands. And suddenly, there was a mood swing quicker than light,
"I DON'T BELIEEEEEVE THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!" she twirled around, adding to the melodrama as lightning struck in the background.
"Me! The pretty, charming, delicate, Kotori! DECAPITATED?!"
She turned the page, "AGAIN?!"
And so on, and so forth.
"I LIKE my head. It's a pretty head!"
Kotori looked around, grabbing an unsuspecting by-stander, large tears forming in her eyes,
"Y. . You like my head, don't you?"
Of course, the man only nodded. Frightened by the strange girl asking him about her head. It was a pretty head though. . You have to give it that.
"They're just JEALOUS! They just want my head all to themselves! WELL THEY CAN'T HAVE IT! NO! NO THEY CAN'T HAAAAVE IIIIIIIIT! My pretty little head must stay on pretty little me."
VOOMP.
"Um. . Ma'am?" A boy frowned, seeing a mass of blonde hair roll towards him.
"Ma'am? Are you alive?"
Kotori's headless body fell to the ground, and under the mass of hair, these words were uttered: "That's the third time this week, I hate my life."
By: Seigi no Shoujo
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Disclaimer: ^_^; I don't own poor innocent Kotori. I just like to prod fun at her. *LOL* I'm so mean. I've only see the movie and read a bit of the manga, so I'm going by what I know. However, this isn't exactly an intellegent fic. Ever wonder how Kotori felt when she found out how many times she'd be decapitated in the manga? ^_- Yes, this is supposed to be OOC, she's not actually participating in the manga right now. Get it? *LOL* Gooooood.
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The melodrama could be felt. OH YES! The melodrama could be felt. Sakura petals danced around the young woman she looked up into the universe above, her long hair twirling and swishing in the wind.
She frowned deeply, peering down at the small book in her tiny hands. And suddenly, there was a mood swing quicker than light,
"I DON'T BELIEEEEEVE THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!" she twirled around, adding to the melodrama as lightning struck in the background.
"Me! The pretty, charming, delicate, Kotori! DECAPITATED?!"
She turned the page, "AGAIN?!"
And so on, and so forth.
"I LIKE my head. It's a pretty head!"
Kotori looked around, grabbing an unsuspecting by-stander, large tears forming in her eyes,
"Y. . You like my head, don't you?"
Of course, the man only nodded. Frightened by the strange girl asking him about her head. It was a pretty head though. . You have to give it that.
"They're just JEALOUS! They just want my head all to themselves! WELL THEY CAN'T HAVE IT! NO! NO THEY CAN'T HAAAAVE IIIIIIIIT! My pretty little head must stay on pretty little me."
VOOMP.
"Um. . Ma'am?" A boy frowned, seeing a mass of blonde hair roll towards him.
"Ma'am? Are you alive?"
Kotori's headless body fell to the ground, and under the mass of hair, these words were uttered: "That's the third time this week, I hate my life."