Hana Yori Dango
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Borderline Case
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By: Blu Madison
**I don't own the characters, blah blah. If you've read fanfics before, then
note that this is a disclaimer, so please don't sue me! (Blu=broke -_-' although
she *wishes* she weren't) If you like the fic, send me a five dollar bill. If you
hate it, send your complaints on the back of a twenty, and I'll be sure to read it =^.^=
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Chapter 1: Shigeru
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I had always been a loner since before I can remember.
I had never had many friends outside of my family. Because
of this, I had never expected my arranged engagement to go so well.
Not only did I meet my future husband, who I happened to fall
in love with, but I also crossed paths with the girl who
would become my first and only true friend. I say 'true' rather
delicately now, however you will learn the 'true' story behind
that in due time.
The first man that I had ever come to love loved the girl who
promised to help me wed the former. The irony! He was tall and
strong, contrary to all of my expectations for the heir to such
a fortune. But what struck me as most unusual was the total
disregard he had for the expectations of one of his status. I
was dragged behind him barefooted, and he refused to give me money
or a ride back to my house. It was a quirk in his personality that
I found most refreshing after having hung out with people my parents
deemed "appropriate".
The girl, aptly named Tsukushi, was very common and would appear
dull to the untrained eye. However, as I had been raised as the
'observer', I noticed a resiliant side to her personality that made
her seem a modern feminist. Little did I know that day how much
fate would pull the three of us together; how tangled we would come
to be in it's intricate design.
Now I have learned the love the two of them share for each other.
She would tell me time and again that she held no feelings toward
the man destined to be my husband. I was mistaked when I believed
Tsukushi's transparent lies. I only came to understand this after
I had given my heart, soul, and almost body, to the man I cared for
more than life. I was at a crossroads and was forced to choose between
the love of a man, or of a friend. Why I chose to help this beautiful,
common, traitorous, kind-hearted wench, I'll never know. I can now
neither love or hate her. Woe am I.
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Borderline Case
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By: Blu Madison
**I don't own the characters, blah blah. If you've read fanfics before, then
note that this is a disclaimer, so please don't sue me! (Blu=broke -_-' although
she *wishes* she weren't) If you like the fic, send me a five dollar bill. If you
hate it, send your complaints on the back of a twenty, and I'll be sure to read it =^.^=
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Chapter 1: Shigeru
-----------------------
I had always been a loner since before I can remember.
I had never had many friends outside of my family. Because
of this, I had never expected my arranged engagement to go so well.
Not only did I meet my future husband, who I happened to fall
in love with, but I also crossed paths with the girl who
would become my first and only true friend. I say 'true' rather
delicately now, however you will learn the 'true' story behind
that in due time.
The first man that I had ever come to love loved the girl who
promised to help me wed the former. The irony! He was tall and
strong, contrary to all of my expectations for the heir to such
a fortune. But what struck me as most unusual was the total
disregard he had for the expectations of one of his status. I
was dragged behind him barefooted, and he refused to give me money
or a ride back to my house. It was a quirk in his personality that
I found most refreshing after having hung out with people my parents
deemed "appropriate".
The girl, aptly named Tsukushi, was very common and would appear
dull to the untrained eye. However, as I had been raised as the
'observer', I noticed a resiliant side to her personality that made
her seem a modern feminist. Little did I know that day how much
fate would pull the three of us together; how tangled we would come
to be in it's intricate design.
Now I have learned the love the two of them share for each other.
She would tell me time and again that she held no feelings toward
the man destined to be my husband. I was mistaked when I believed
Tsukushi's transparent lies. I only came to understand this after
I had given my heart, soul, and almost body, to the man I cared for
more than life. I was at a crossroads and was forced to choose between
the love of a man, or of a friend. Why I chose to help this beautiful,
common, traitorous, kind-hearted wench, I'll never know. I can now
neither love or hate her. Woe am I.
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