Endless Waltz One
Disclaimer: For those of you reading this and have read my other 7 chapter fic, I just want to tell you that I might not finish it any time soon cause it's going no where. In the mean time, submerge yourself in this fic and have fun! Yes I stole the title of my fic from Gundam Wing, but what are you guys going to do about it huh? You guys can flame me, but no stuff about which couple you like and then add some thing about how you think sorato sucks at the end. I only accept constructive criticism and good things you want to say about my story (heh heh heh). This is getting too long, okay… -_-;
Sora Takenouchi sat on the balcony of her fairly large house that was beautifully furnished with leather sofas and Persian rugs (I'm sorry I have no sense of interior design). She sipped a cup of hot tea and jerked it back as she burnt her tongue. She swore to herself and lowered the cup back to its saucer. Sora stretched and yawned, she breathed in the fresh spring air and sighed. Leaning back in her chair she recalled her life until now.
p.Ever since her tennis craze in high school, she had loved tennis, adored it, and wouldn't stop playing it, even now she had regular games of tennis with friends. High school was fun and when she finished she moved onto university. Finishing university specializing in literature composition, she took two more years to improve her author skills to write fiction. After that, she stayed at home a little while longer with her mom arranging flowers until, she decided to move out and pursue her own writing career.
'So many years so little words,' Sora thought as she picked up her cup and took another sip of tea. She licked her lips tasting the orange and tangerine taste that the tea gave off. Smiling, she thought about how successful her life in writing had been. In about two months after her first book was published, she had already made it on over a quarter top 20 best-selling author lists. Of course compared to other famous authors that was nothing, but to her it was one of her life's biggest accomplishments. Her smile faded as she thought of a worse side of life, her personal life.
During her years in university she had become an even closer friend with Mimi, Hikari and Miyako. The three girls spent most of their time together, except for classes, which Sora mostly had with Mimi because Miyako and Hikari were younger. University was the time of her life. The three along with the boy, (Yamato, Taichi, etc.) would go to get coffees at a local Java corner on Saturday nights, it was so much fun. She hadn't expect relationships to brew, but something did occur between her and brown hair, soccer playing doofus. Sora didn't want to remember the details of their relationship, but let's just say that he broke her heart and left her alone to pick up the pieces. After her break-up, she no longer felt comfortable in Odiba, so she mowed to Macao. She hadn't expected to see her friends again, but two years ago, almost all of her friends moved to Macao, moved to Hong Kong and others just stayed in Japan. She kept in good contact with Mimi and Miyako; they saw each other at least once every week. Hikari was in Hong Kong, so was Yamato and Takeru. Jyou and Koushiro stayed in Odiba. Ken however was in Macao. Sora never kept much in contact with the boys, but the girls were and unforgettable and unbreakable chain. She never heard about Taichi, but then again she wouldn't want to hear about Taichi.
About a month ago, the three girls had begun to answer personal ads and they had gone on a couple of dates with the same men. You see, the girls would answer the same ads and then discuss the men they dated. Hikari never approved of this much so she never did answer the ads. Besides she had Takeru. A telephone ring interrupted Sora's thoughts. "Hello?" Sora asked. "Ne? Sora? It's Mimi!" "Oh, hi Mims. What's up?" "Well," Mimi laughed, "I have a date tonight." Sora laughed to herself. Of course Mimi would get the date, she always had her pick of the litter. It was normal, Sora sighed before saying, "Have fun Mimi." That night, Mimi never got home…
That night Mimi never came home, and the only answer Sora got when she called, was Mimi's answering machine which sounded, "Yeah, hey, hi, it's me Mimi, I'm not home right now so you can leave a message for sweet old me… just kidding! Seriously though, leave a message…**beep**." Sora hung up with a sigh and sat on the couch and recalled the conversation she had had with Mimi before her date.
"A date Mimi?"
"Yeah."
"So, who is this special guy?"
Mimi laughed, "His name is Shinji 'Orpheus' Takanori, and surprisingly he's Japanese."
"Well Mims, we're Japanese and we live in Macau."
"I know," Mimi paused, "it's just so hard to find a good Japanese friend here."
"Ahem?"
"Oh Sora you're my friend, you know what I mean."
"Yeah… sure."
"Anyway, you won't know this guy cause I answered this one on my own. Hey what time is it?"
"Seven, why?"
"Shoot I'm late got to run!"
"Well, go have fun Mimi, spill your guts out."
Frowning, Sora walked up to her own mini-bar and mixed herself a dry martini. Sitting down on her couch she sipped the drink as she tuned on her TV. She watched the news and listened to the top, world and sports news. Even though Sora didn't want Mimi to be on some murder case on TV, she wanted to be reassured if anything did happen to Mimi, or even better, if nothing happened to Mimi. Sora didn't mean 'spill your guts out' literally. The news ended and Sora had finished her martini. She stood up and walked up to her stereo. Turning it on, she let the sounds of classical composers, sounds of strings, and waves of flutes soothe her mind. A storm was brewing outside and the thunder rumbled through the night sky. Sora wanted to talk to someone, and she thought of someone she hadn't talked to in a long time. She picked up the phone and dialled a blonde's phone number.
He smiled as he rewound the tape that he had made of night. There was a disturbing glint to his eyes that showed his madness; however, this glint also hid his insanity to certain girls. The click from the VCR signalled that the tape was done rewinding. Snickering, he pressed the play button. The TV flipped visuals displaying the date he had had with that pink hair girl. He had fancied her and pampered her on their date, and he was disgusted by it. She thought she was a princess, but not all princesses had to live. So, he had brought her to The Rink. The skating rink was cornered in a little spot in the forest, but she didn't know that it was far away from the city, only he did. It was his private rink no one really knew where it was, and no one said he had to register it. He had brought her in and she gasped as she saw the beautiful rink furnished with lights and designs of paint that could amaze anyone. It was like a ballroom on ice. He had asked her if she wanted to skate.
"Come on Mimi, let's skate," he said.
"I really shouldn't Shinji, I'm not good and I don't have any skates," Mimi replied.
"Wait here," Shinji said as he went to fetch her a pair of skates. He had already had the skates ready and sharpened. 'Size 7' the box label read on the side, and he picked the box up and handed it to Mimi, who smiled when she opened the box. She picked up the skates beautifully embroidered with diamonds. He helped her put the skates on, and he tied them, tight. He saw her wince, but she was too hypnotized by the beauty of the ice rink to care. Soft music started playing as he led her onto the skating rink. The two danced, waltzed on the ice. "And you said you weren't good," he smiled.
"I'm not, I have a friend who's better," she returned the smile.
"Who?" he asked.
"A Sora Takenouchi, know her?"
"Nope."
They continued dancing, spinning and twirling for what seemed like ages, until Mimi said, "Can we stop now? I'm getting tired."
"NO!" he had raised his voice, "this is endless, an endless waltz." His eyes had begun to darken now revealing the madness "You can't stop," he added. This always happened to him when he was driven mad with murder. Mimi noticed the change, "I-I have to go," she stuttered, twirling around. He grabbed her gloved hand, "NO!" he yelled. Mimi started to try to run the glove slipped off her hand. She sped away, and she felt her hearting pumping like mad against her chest. Her brain was yelling at her to run, but her feet were burning and begging her to stop. She reached the end of the rink. She tried to take off her skates, but he had tied them on too tight, and in dead knots. He sped after her, yanking off his skates with ease. Mimi, tripping and sliding, ran away as fast as she could the once beautiful and elegant skates becoming her mortal enemy. Mimi reached the door of the rink and banged against the door hoping it would open. I was locked, and someone had ripped the lock handle off, she was trapped. She cried for help, but the trees in the forest surrounding the rink only trapped her voice. She ran the back the other way spraining her ankle. Shinji caught up jumped on her, picked up a skate blade and slashed her throat. All that was heard was a faint scream and a slash of red washed onto the walls of the rink.
He pressed stop on the VCR and ejected the tape out. He labelled the tape, 'Mimi' and put it on a shelf with a dozen other tapes all labelled with girl's name. 'Aio' one said, one also said 'Brenda' and another read 'Dana'. Now he had added Mimi to his collection. He sat back in his chair and said with an insane smile, "Sora, you're next."
Sora was finishing her conversation with Yamato. They had talked to hours, laughing at each other's jokes and discussing the times that they had in university. "Yeah it has been a long time," Yamato said.
"Yeah," said Sora.
There was a long pause, and then Yamato said, "I missed you."
Sora's chocked a bit, "Me too."
"Hey I got to go. Talk again?"
Again there was a pause. "Yeah, bye!" Sora finished and hung up the phone. Then she heard a knock on her door.
Disclaimer: For those of you reading this and have read my other 7 chapter fic, I just want to tell you that I might not finish it any time soon cause it's going no where. In the mean time, submerge yourself in this fic and have fun! Yes I stole the title of my fic from Gundam Wing, but what are you guys going to do about it huh? You guys can flame me, but no stuff about which couple you like and then add some thing about how you think sorato sucks at the end. I only accept constructive criticism and good things you want to say about my story (heh heh heh). This is getting too long, okay… -_-;
Sora Takenouchi sat on the balcony of her fairly large house that was beautifully furnished with leather sofas and Persian rugs (I'm sorry I have no sense of interior design). She sipped a cup of hot tea and jerked it back as she burnt her tongue. She swore to herself and lowered the cup back to its saucer. Sora stretched and yawned, she breathed in the fresh spring air and sighed. Leaning back in her chair she recalled her life until now.
p.Ever since her tennis craze in high school, she had loved tennis, adored it, and wouldn't stop playing it, even now she had regular games of tennis with friends. High school was fun and when she finished she moved onto university. Finishing university specializing in literature composition, she took two more years to improve her author skills to write fiction. After that, she stayed at home a little while longer with her mom arranging flowers until, she decided to move out and pursue her own writing career.
'So many years so little words,' Sora thought as she picked up her cup and took another sip of tea. She licked her lips tasting the orange and tangerine taste that the tea gave off. Smiling, she thought about how successful her life in writing had been. In about two months after her first book was published, she had already made it on over a quarter top 20 best-selling author lists. Of course compared to other famous authors that was nothing, but to her it was one of her life's biggest accomplishments. Her smile faded as she thought of a worse side of life, her personal life.
During her years in university she had become an even closer friend with Mimi, Hikari and Miyako. The three girls spent most of their time together, except for classes, which Sora mostly had with Mimi because Miyako and Hikari were younger. University was the time of her life. The three along with the boy, (Yamato, Taichi, etc.) would go to get coffees at a local Java corner on Saturday nights, it was so much fun. She hadn't expect relationships to brew, but something did occur between her and brown hair, soccer playing doofus. Sora didn't want to remember the details of their relationship, but let's just say that he broke her heart and left her alone to pick up the pieces. After her break-up, she no longer felt comfortable in Odiba, so she mowed to Macao. She hadn't expected to see her friends again, but two years ago, almost all of her friends moved to Macao, moved to Hong Kong and others just stayed in Japan. She kept in good contact with Mimi and Miyako; they saw each other at least once every week. Hikari was in Hong Kong, so was Yamato and Takeru. Jyou and Koushiro stayed in Odiba. Ken however was in Macao. Sora never kept much in contact with the boys, but the girls were and unforgettable and unbreakable chain. She never heard about Taichi, but then again she wouldn't want to hear about Taichi.
About a month ago, the three girls had begun to answer personal ads and they had gone on a couple of dates with the same men. You see, the girls would answer the same ads and then discuss the men they dated. Hikari never approved of this much so she never did answer the ads. Besides she had Takeru. A telephone ring interrupted Sora's thoughts. "Hello?" Sora asked. "Ne? Sora? It's Mimi!" "Oh, hi Mims. What's up?" "Well," Mimi laughed, "I have a date tonight." Sora laughed to herself. Of course Mimi would get the date, she always had her pick of the litter. It was normal, Sora sighed before saying, "Have fun Mimi." That night, Mimi never got home…
That night Mimi never came home, and the only answer Sora got when she called, was Mimi's answering machine which sounded, "Yeah, hey, hi, it's me Mimi, I'm not home right now so you can leave a message for sweet old me… just kidding! Seriously though, leave a message…**beep**." Sora hung up with a sigh and sat on the couch and recalled the conversation she had had with Mimi before her date.
"A date Mimi?"
"Yeah."
"So, who is this special guy?"
Mimi laughed, "His name is Shinji 'Orpheus' Takanori, and surprisingly he's Japanese."
"Well Mims, we're Japanese and we live in Macau."
"I know," Mimi paused, "it's just so hard to find a good Japanese friend here."
"Ahem?"
"Oh Sora you're my friend, you know what I mean."
"Yeah… sure."
"Anyway, you won't know this guy cause I answered this one on my own. Hey what time is it?"
"Seven, why?"
"Shoot I'm late got to run!"
"Well, go have fun Mimi, spill your guts out."
Frowning, Sora walked up to her own mini-bar and mixed herself a dry martini. Sitting down on her couch she sipped the drink as she tuned on her TV. She watched the news and listened to the top, world and sports news. Even though Sora didn't want Mimi to be on some murder case on TV, she wanted to be reassured if anything did happen to Mimi, or even better, if nothing happened to Mimi. Sora didn't mean 'spill your guts out' literally. The news ended and Sora had finished her martini. She stood up and walked up to her stereo. Turning it on, she let the sounds of classical composers, sounds of strings, and waves of flutes soothe her mind. A storm was brewing outside and the thunder rumbled through the night sky. Sora wanted to talk to someone, and she thought of someone she hadn't talked to in a long time. She picked up the phone and dialled a blonde's phone number.
He smiled as he rewound the tape that he had made of night. There was a disturbing glint to his eyes that showed his madness; however, this glint also hid his insanity to certain girls. The click from the VCR signalled that the tape was done rewinding. Snickering, he pressed the play button. The TV flipped visuals displaying the date he had had with that pink hair girl. He had fancied her and pampered her on their date, and he was disgusted by it. She thought she was a princess, but not all princesses had to live. So, he had brought her to The Rink. The skating rink was cornered in a little spot in the forest, but she didn't know that it was far away from the city, only he did. It was his private rink no one really knew where it was, and no one said he had to register it. He had brought her in and she gasped as she saw the beautiful rink furnished with lights and designs of paint that could amaze anyone. It was like a ballroom on ice. He had asked her if she wanted to skate.
"Come on Mimi, let's skate," he said.
"I really shouldn't Shinji, I'm not good and I don't have any skates," Mimi replied.
"Wait here," Shinji said as he went to fetch her a pair of skates. He had already had the skates ready and sharpened. 'Size 7' the box label read on the side, and he picked the box up and handed it to Mimi, who smiled when she opened the box. She picked up the skates beautifully embroidered with diamonds. He helped her put the skates on, and he tied them, tight. He saw her wince, but she was too hypnotized by the beauty of the ice rink to care. Soft music started playing as he led her onto the skating rink. The two danced, waltzed on the ice. "And you said you weren't good," he smiled.
"I'm not, I have a friend who's better," she returned the smile.
"Who?" he asked.
"A Sora Takenouchi, know her?"
"Nope."
They continued dancing, spinning and twirling for what seemed like ages, until Mimi said, "Can we stop now? I'm getting tired."
"NO!" he had raised his voice, "this is endless, an endless waltz." His eyes had begun to darken now revealing the madness "You can't stop," he added. This always happened to him when he was driven mad with murder. Mimi noticed the change, "I-I have to go," she stuttered, twirling around. He grabbed her gloved hand, "NO!" he yelled. Mimi started to try to run the glove slipped off her hand. She sped away, and she felt her hearting pumping like mad against her chest. Her brain was yelling at her to run, but her feet were burning and begging her to stop. She reached the end of the rink. She tried to take off her skates, but he had tied them on too tight, and in dead knots. He sped after her, yanking off his skates with ease. Mimi, tripping and sliding, ran away as fast as she could the once beautiful and elegant skates becoming her mortal enemy. Mimi reached the door of the rink and banged against the door hoping it would open. I was locked, and someone had ripped the lock handle off, she was trapped. She cried for help, but the trees in the forest surrounding the rink only trapped her voice. She ran the back the other way spraining her ankle. Shinji caught up jumped on her, picked up a skate blade and slashed her throat. All that was heard was a faint scream and a slash of red washed onto the walls of the rink.
He pressed stop on the VCR and ejected the tape out. He labelled the tape, 'Mimi' and put it on a shelf with a dozen other tapes all labelled with girl's name. 'Aio' one said, one also said 'Brenda' and another read 'Dana'. Now he had added Mimi to his collection. He sat back in his chair and said with an insane smile, "Sora, you're next."
Sora was finishing her conversation with Yamato. They had talked to hours, laughing at each other's jokes and discussing the times that they had in university. "Yeah it has been a long time," Yamato said.
"Yeah," said Sora.
There was a long pause, and then Yamato said, "I missed you."
Sora's chocked a bit, "Me too."
"Hey I got to go. Talk again?"
Again there was a pause. "Yeah, bye!" Sora finished and hung up the phone. Then she heard a knock on her door.
