Well…hopefully you're hooked by now. Sooo….please…R&R…and enjoy. Tell me
what you think…
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"Ahhh…" the sigh drifted from her lips into the air. The smile from the night was permanently pasted across her adorable face. Ami practically floated into the apartment, her head was in the clouds still…she loved Trunks so.
Makoto had draped herself on the couch in a most awkward position. Her head was dangling over the edge, with her beautiful hair hanging elegantly—wispy and attractive. One arm was stretched across onto the coffee table, and the other lay primly at her side. Then, her feet, dangled over the edge…slippers on both.
Ami chuckled at the sight of her dear friend.
Makoto twitched…then one eye slowly opened…(I must say…slowly). "Ami- chan…?" Her voice cracked, as she wearily sat up, rubbing her face.
"I'm home Mako-chan."
"Goooooooooooooooooooooood…" croaked the dreary friend.
"I see you got comfortable.." Ami grinned.
"Yep. I was waiting for you to get home. I wanted to talk." Makoto's expression was more serious than usual.
Ami sat down next to her friend…her blue eyes waiting patiently for Makoto to spill forth herself.
"Wellll…Ami-chan…you see," Makoto hesitated. Her eyes glanced down as her finger traced the embroidery on the couch over and over again. "I want someone…"
Ami frowned, "…want someone?" she repeated in a direct tone.
"Yeah…" Makoto's voice was quieter than normal. "I…see you and Trunks together. You are so happy with him. I have never ever ever had that Ami. I want someone to love me like Trunks loves you. You two make each other so happy…and I'm like an old HAG sitting at home…I only attract pompous morons who think they're 'all-that.'" Her head hung as she finished her statement.
"Ohh…Mako-chan…" Ami looked at her friend sympathetically. "You'll find that someday…but I wouldn't expect anything too soon. We're only in high school…" She smiled understandingly, then added, "I just happened to get lucky."
"Ohhhhhh! Ami-chan!" Makoto leapt forward to hug her friend. "You don't know how lucky you are!!! Even though I would NEVER date Trunks for I don't like him in the least...but he DOES treat you well…so I'm pleased.." She remarked candidly.
"Don't worry about it…let's just get some sleep…Tomorrow is the first day of school. A brand new year."
"Yeah…that will be nice…"
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Gokou rolled over in bed, knowing that it was time for his first day of school. He furrowed his face into the downy pillow—his purpose is unknown. Reluctantly, he dragged himself out of bed, his muscular body shifting with every movement. As he proceeded to put on his clothes, he glanced over at one lonely item. His katana…It sat there, soon to gather dust in this new year. What would it be like to walk around without my katana? Gokou thought. Standing there in his boxer shorts, Gokou suddenly shivered…better put some clothes on dimwit.
Gokou slid a simple white t-shirt over his lean, built body. Unlike his previous clothing, it clung tightly to the muscles in his abdomen and chest. He tried to stretch it, but he knew it was a worthless feat. Oh well…he mused. Gokou slipped into some dark denim jeans and looked up into the mirror as he buckled the belt. I suppose this will do.
Snatching his backpack as he advanced out, he slipped a gun underneath his pants into his socks.
...just incase…
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Yea…hope you liked it. Tell me how I'm doing so far. ^_^
******
"Ahhh…" the sigh drifted from her lips into the air. The smile from the night was permanently pasted across her adorable face. Ami practically floated into the apartment, her head was in the clouds still…she loved Trunks so.
Makoto had draped herself on the couch in a most awkward position. Her head was dangling over the edge, with her beautiful hair hanging elegantly—wispy and attractive. One arm was stretched across onto the coffee table, and the other lay primly at her side. Then, her feet, dangled over the edge…slippers on both.
Ami chuckled at the sight of her dear friend.
Makoto twitched…then one eye slowly opened…(I must say…slowly). "Ami- chan…?" Her voice cracked, as she wearily sat up, rubbing her face.
"I'm home Mako-chan."
"Goooooooooooooooooooooood…" croaked the dreary friend.
"I see you got comfortable.." Ami grinned.
"Yep. I was waiting for you to get home. I wanted to talk." Makoto's expression was more serious than usual.
Ami sat down next to her friend…her blue eyes waiting patiently for Makoto to spill forth herself.
"Wellll…Ami-chan…you see," Makoto hesitated. Her eyes glanced down as her finger traced the embroidery on the couch over and over again. "I want someone…"
Ami frowned, "…want someone?" she repeated in a direct tone.
"Yeah…" Makoto's voice was quieter than normal. "I…see you and Trunks together. You are so happy with him. I have never ever ever had that Ami. I want someone to love me like Trunks loves you. You two make each other so happy…and I'm like an old HAG sitting at home…I only attract pompous morons who think they're 'all-that.'" Her head hung as she finished her statement.
"Ohh…Mako-chan…" Ami looked at her friend sympathetically. "You'll find that someday…but I wouldn't expect anything too soon. We're only in high school…" She smiled understandingly, then added, "I just happened to get lucky."
"Ohhhhhh! Ami-chan!" Makoto leapt forward to hug her friend. "You don't know how lucky you are!!! Even though I would NEVER date Trunks for I don't like him in the least...but he DOES treat you well…so I'm pleased.." She remarked candidly.
"Don't worry about it…let's just get some sleep…Tomorrow is the first day of school. A brand new year."
"Yeah…that will be nice…"
******
Gokou rolled over in bed, knowing that it was time for his first day of school. He furrowed his face into the downy pillow—his purpose is unknown. Reluctantly, he dragged himself out of bed, his muscular body shifting with every movement. As he proceeded to put on his clothes, he glanced over at one lonely item. His katana…It sat there, soon to gather dust in this new year. What would it be like to walk around without my katana? Gokou thought. Standing there in his boxer shorts, Gokou suddenly shivered…better put some clothes on dimwit.
Gokou slid a simple white t-shirt over his lean, built body. Unlike his previous clothing, it clung tightly to the muscles in his abdomen and chest. He tried to stretch it, but he knew it was a worthless feat. Oh well…he mused. Gokou slipped into some dark denim jeans and looked up into the mirror as he buckled the belt. I suppose this will do.
Snatching his backpack as he advanced out, he slipped a gun underneath his pants into his socks.
...just incase…
******
Yea…hope you liked it. Tell me how I'm doing so far. ^_^