S(onic)A(sh): Well, here's the second chapter. Sorry it's going to be a
little short. I have some matters to attend to. I like writing, but it
isn't easy when you have to manage school, and an 8-hour job. Whew, well do
enjoy. I promise I'll make the next one longer for the lack of length on
this one. Thank you.
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Miyako quietly closed the door shut, and slipping her shoes off just as quietly she tiptoed toward the dining table. Seeing Daisuke's head laid down and the glass of orange juice completely gone she couldn't help but giggle. Then deciding to let him sleep for the time being she quietly made her way to her room, being courteous to shut the door quietly as well.
Daisuke, however, was not asleep. And had heard every close to inaudible sound that just occurred. Carefully getting up he slowly made his way to the window, having already called home to tell them he was alright and he'd be spending the night at a friend's. Outside the wind was ferocious, however he stood unblinking watching those who were not as fortunate to be indoors at the moment. His gaze was unfocused, and yet he could almost make out everything.
The woman clutching her raincoat tighter, the man next to her with a newspaper under his arm and suitcase in the other, the bus they seemed to be waiting for from two blocks away, an old woman dressed in a heavy raincoat and a plastic hairnet, everything.
"What am I doing? Why the hell am I here? I should be home with-" He stopped himself and clenched his eyes shut. 'Stop thinking Daisuke! Stop it!' He trembled with anger, and for a minute was tempted to punch the window, however remembering two things stopped his fist in mid-air. One this wasn't his house, and two breaking the window during a storm wouldn't be the wisest move in his lifetime. Taking a deep breath he settled his nerves and wandered toward the couch where he sat down, his head leaning back, eyes closed and tried to forget.
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In a different room of the Inoue's apartment, or better yet Miyako's room, the young lilac haired girl laid out on her bed scribbling excitedly into her diary. although there were some points where she would stop completely and if one where to watch her it seemed as if she would cry. Now it's very improper to read a girl's diary, however a tiny peek never hurt. right?
(a/n quick note: quotations is her writing)
"I found him today standing in the rain, he looked like a tragic hero on those manga's I've told you about. Oh, I just wanted to hold him in the rain, but then he said something that scared me. I mean he said he wondered what it was like to die!! I can't believe it! No, no one's going to take my Dai-chan away. ok, technically he's not mine, but that's beside the point!"
Staring at what she wrote she quietly giggled, and then began to blush very deeply as she began to scribble the next few lines.
"Well there is one more thing I neglected to mention, he's here!! He's here in my apartment, and on the weekend my folks go to visit Grandma and Grandpa. someone up in heaven likes me! Oh, I can finally admit how I feel to him! But I can't come on too strong, things like this must be dealt with delicacy and with finesse!"
(an: end quotations writing)
Unfortunately Miyako forgot she lacked the finesse. Staring at what she had written she decided to check up on Daisuke, and closed the book putting in her secret spot. Opening the door to her room she peered into her living room to find Daisuke on her couch now. She stared at him, gazing at how his chest would rise and fall with each breath. And for a moment she lost herself, wondering how she would feel if her head lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Something wrong Miyako?"
Startled she met Daisuke's eyes staring back at her, she hadn't even noticed him move. A small blush crept to her cheeks, and she prayed he was to far to see.
"No, I just didn't know if you were asleep or not. Umm, if you want we could. uh."
'Great he's here and I can't think of a thing to do with him, well. I could think of a few but. oh boy.'
"Actually, do you have that American movie Blade 2? A friend of mine from over there told me it was totally cool."
She scrunched her brow in thought, and shook her head.
"Really? Well how about Black Hawk Down? He told me that was a classic."
Another shake of her head, Miyako looked to see Daisuke think of another movie. "What kind of movies are you into anyway?"
Daisuke looked at her as if though she had just asked if he was a boy, and grinned with mischief glinting in his eye. "I thought it would be obvious, action! All about the action. Unless it's Comedy, but it has to be hilarious or I won't even like it."
She sighed, half-expecting that. 'Should have seen that one coming.'
"So. what movies do you have?"
Miyako suddenly opened her eyes and put a finger her cheek, while her other arm folded beneath that one. Had she been looking she might have noticed Daisuke staring at her, his throat felt wedged and he struggled to swallow it back down. In other words folks, he became very nervous.
'Wow, she looks. cute, she looks absolutely cute standing that way. Uhh. damn it! Why'd she have to braid her hair, she looks like Aeris(1) with it like that only with glasses.'
"Daisuke, did you hear me?"
Snapping out of his thoughts, he shook his head. Afraid his voice might betray him, and that was a definite no-no right now.
"I said the only comedy's I know we have are the one's my dad keeps."
"And those would be?" He asked, feeling that it wouldn't be any good ones.
"Umm. one of them is called 'The Odd Couple'."
Daisuke jaw dropped, had he heard right?
"And some black and white ones. called 'The Marx Bros.'."
Daisuke could see the light, and it was blinding.
"Oh, and some videos he keeps. what were they again? Oh, 'I Love Lucy', um. 'Honey Mooners' and 'Sanford and Son'. But I've never watched them. uh, Daisuke?"
Daisuke could have sworn that he had just gone to heaven, so when did he die. He sure didn't feel in pain. "Miyako. do you realize your father has the classics of comedy?"
Miyako looked at him with doubt, and shook her head. "No, Daisuke I'm sure you're-"
"Do you know where they are?!"
Miyako stared at him, he seemed. anxious? Like a child ready to head to the toy-store, feeling a bit hesitant she nodded her head.
"Can we watch them, oh wait till I tell my friend in America!! He won't believe this, and he'll be so jealous! Haha!"
Miyako watched as he bounced happily on the couch, and she smiled staring at him. As she turned to retrieve the movies she heard Daisuke cry out after her.
"Miyako, should I make some pop-corn?"
"Go ahead, it's in the kitchen top 3rd drawer when you walk in."
Hearing him reply with a 'thanks' she went inside her parents' room to collect the videos. After she gathered all she could carry, she shuffled back to the living room and heard Daisuke rummaging through the cabinets. Making her way to the kitchen she stopped in the doorframe.
"I told you the top drawer, what are you doing Dai-kun?"
He stopped and looked at her for a few moments, then began to resume looking through the cabinets. "I'm trying to find a bowl, we're going to need one to put the pop-corn in y'know."
Walking briskly toward him she opened a drawer, and showed him the large bowels that they used. Coming from behind her he reached for it, though she didn't see him and reached for the same bowl. As their hands brushed against each other both members froze, and Miyako could suddenly feel the heat in her cheeks rise. Daisuke also felt his cheeks flush, and for a while neither of them moved. It seemed as if time had stopped and considered them worthy of this moment. But time can never stand still for too long.
"I better check the pop-corn."
Daisuke got up and left the bowel to Miyako, who merely went to the living room. She sat down, breathing in deeply to calm her nerves though a smile played across her features.
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SA: Umm. I know there might be a few things wrong in this picture. It's highly possible that most of those titles are nowhere in Japan (though I would count out 'I Love Lucy') but remember it's all fiction. So if anyone took this seriously, lighten up. It's not going to be all-accurate, hey I'm a kid. not some award winning professor. Anywayz, comments, complaints, criticism, and words of encouragement are all appreciated. Thank you!
(1): I changed Miyako's look a little, (I know you can't see it) I pretty much made her hair longer in this one. I like picturing Miyako with braided hair, it makes her look much cuter. And Aeris is of course from FF 7, and to those who have never played it. go see what you've been missing.
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Miyako quietly closed the door shut, and slipping her shoes off just as quietly she tiptoed toward the dining table. Seeing Daisuke's head laid down and the glass of orange juice completely gone she couldn't help but giggle. Then deciding to let him sleep for the time being she quietly made her way to her room, being courteous to shut the door quietly as well.
Daisuke, however, was not asleep. And had heard every close to inaudible sound that just occurred. Carefully getting up he slowly made his way to the window, having already called home to tell them he was alright and he'd be spending the night at a friend's. Outside the wind was ferocious, however he stood unblinking watching those who were not as fortunate to be indoors at the moment. His gaze was unfocused, and yet he could almost make out everything.
The woman clutching her raincoat tighter, the man next to her with a newspaper under his arm and suitcase in the other, the bus they seemed to be waiting for from two blocks away, an old woman dressed in a heavy raincoat and a plastic hairnet, everything.
"What am I doing? Why the hell am I here? I should be home with-" He stopped himself and clenched his eyes shut. 'Stop thinking Daisuke! Stop it!' He trembled with anger, and for a minute was tempted to punch the window, however remembering two things stopped his fist in mid-air. One this wasn't his house, and two breaking the window during a storm wouldn't be the wisest move in his lifetime. Taking a deep breath he settled his nerves and wandered toward the couch where he sat down, his head leaning back, eyes closed and tried to forget.
* * * * * * * *
In a different room of the Inoue's apartment, or better yet Miyako's room, the young lilac haired girl laid out on her bed scribbling excitedly into her diary. although there were some points where she would stop completely and if one where to watch her it seemed as if she would cry. Now it's very improper to read a girl's diary, however a tiny peek never hurt. right?
(a/n quick note: quotations is her writing)
"I found him today standing in the rain, he looked like a tragic hero on those manga's I've told you about. Oh, I just wanted to hold him in the rain, but then he said something that scared me. I mean he said he wondered what it was like to die!! I can't believe it! No, no one's going to take my Dai-chan away. ok, technically he's not mine, but that's beside the point!"
Staring at what she wrote she quietly giggled, and then began to blush very deeply as she began to scribble the next few lines.
"Well there is one more thing I neglected to mention, he's here!! He's here in my apartment, and on the weekend my folks go to visit Grandma and Grandpa. someone up in heaven likes me! Oh, I can finally admit how I feel to him! But I can't come on too strong, things like this must be dealt with delicacy and with finesse!"
(an: end quotations writing)
Unfortunately Miyako forgot she lacked the finesse. Staring at what she had written she decided to check up on Daisuke, and closed the book putting in her secret spot. Opening the door to her room she peered into her living room to find Daisuke on her couch now. She stared at him, gazing at how his chest would rise and fall with each breath. And for a moment she lost herself, wondering how she would feel if her head lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Something wrong Miyako?"
Startled she met Daisuke's eyes staring back at her, she hadn't even noticed him move. A small blush crept to her cheeks, and she prayed he was to far to see.
"No, I just didn't know if you were asleep or not. Umm, if you want we could. uh."
'Great he's here and I can't think of a thing to do with him, well. I could think of a few but. oh boy.'
"Actually, do you have that American movie Blade 2? A friend of mine from over there told me it was totally cool."
She scrunched her brow in thought, and shook her head.
"Really? Well how about Black Hawk Down? He told me that was a classic."
Another shake of her head, Miyako looked to see Daisuke think of another movie. "What kind of movies are you into anyway?"
Daisuke looked at her as if though she had just asked if he was a boy, and grinned with mischief glinting in his eye. "I thought it would be obvious, action! All about the action. Unless it's Comedy, but it has to be hilarious or I won't even like it."
She sighed, half-expecting that. 'Should have seen that one coming.'
"So. what movies do you have?"
Miyako suddenly opened her eyes and put a finger her cheek, while her other arm folded beneath that one. Had she been looking she might have noticed Daisuke staring at her, his throat felt wedged and he struggled to swallow it back down. In other words folks, he became very nervous.
'Wow, she looks. cute, she looks absolutely cute standing that way. Uhh. damn it! Why'd she have to braid her hair, she looks like Aeris(1) with it like that only with glasses.'
"Daisuke, did you hear me?"
Snapping out of his thoughts, he shook his head. Afraid his voice might betray him, and that was a definite no-no right now.
"I said the only comedy's I know we have are the one's my dad keeps."
"And those would be?" He asked, feeling that it wouldn't be any good ones.
"Umm. one of them is called 'The Odd Couple'."
Daisuke jaw dropped, had he heard right?
"And some black and white ones. called 'The Marx Bros.'."
Daisuke could see the light, and it was blinding.
"Oh, and some videos he keeps. what were they again? Oh, 'I Love Lucy', um. 'Honey Mooners' and 'Sanford and Son'. But I've never watched them. uh, Daisuke?"
Daisuke could have sworn that he had just gone to heaven, so when did he die. He sure didn't feel in pain. "Miyako. do you realize your father has the classics of comedy?"
Miyako looked at him with doubt, and shook her head. "No, Daisuke I'm sure you're-"
"Do you know where they are?!"
Miyako stared at him, he seemed. anxious? Like a child ready to head to the toy-store, feeling a bit hesitant she nodded her head.
"Can we watch them, oh wait till I tell my friend in America!! He won't believe this, and he'll be so jealous! Haha!"
Miyako watched as he bounced happily on the couch, and she smiled staring at him. As she turned to retrieve the movies she heard Daisuke cry out after her.
"Miyako, should I make some pop-corn?"
"Go ahead, it's in the kitchen top 3rd drawer when you walk in."
Hearing him reply with a 'thanks' she went inside her parents' room to collect the videos. After she gathered all she could carry, she shuffled back to the living room and heard Daisuke rummaging through the cabinets. Making her way to the kitchen she stopped in the doorframe.
"I told you the top drawer, what are you doing Dai-kun?"
He stopped and looked at her for a few moments, then began to resume looking through the cabinets. "I'm trying to find a bowl, we're going to need one to put the pop-corn in y'know."
Walking briskly toward him she opened a drawer, and showed him the large bowels that they used. Coming from behind her he reached for it, though she didn't see him and reached for the same bowl. As their hands brushed against each other both members froze, and Miyako could suddenly feel the heat in her cheeks rise. Daisuke also felt his cheeks flush, and for a while neither of them moved. It seemed as if time had stopped and considered them worthy of this moment. But time can never stand still for too long.
"I better check the pop-corn."
Daisuke got up and left the bowel to Miyako, who merely went to the living room. She sat down, breathing in deeply to calm her nerves though a smile played across her features.
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SA: Umm. I know there might be a few things wrong in this picture. It's highly possible that most of those titles are nowhere in Japan (though I would count out 'I Love Lucy') but remember it's all fiction. So if anyone took this seriously, lighten up. It's not going to be all-accurate, hey I'm a kid. not some award winning professor. Anywayz, comments, complaints, criticism, and words of encouragement are all appreciated. Thank you!
(1): I changed Miyako's look a little, (I know you can't see it) I pretty much made her hair longer in this one. I like picturing Miyako with braided hair, it makes her look much cuter. And Aeris is of course from FF 7, and to those who have never played it. go see what you've been missing.