I'm back!
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"Uncle Harry," repeats Gene in barely a murmur, now lowering his gun and not even noticing due to his shock. "That would mean that you are...Ron's kid?"
"Yes." Angelo nods, obviously not ashamed. In fact, he seems a little proud, as if he is expecting them all to fall to their knees and worship him. A funny little half-smirk curls his lips.
Mikazuki finally realizes that she has been gawking like a moron at the teal-haired man and backs away, eyes alight with something that resembles amazement. "Harry Mcdougal? You're too young... You look my age!"
"I really don't age too much," mumbles Harry, again looking down at his shoes. "When I died at the Leyline...and they got me into my new body...the thing is I just don't die unless my body is completely destroyed."
Melfina is about ready to faint from the looks of it, so Jim takes her by the arm and leads her to the couch, where she can sit down, eyes still very wide. She, herself, hasn't appeared to grown very old, although she is more human than the young man. Sometimes, she wonders if she will die like Gene will, or if her life span will be unnatural. It's hard to tell... Maybe the people who designed her did not intend for her to die at all. If she did, after all, the ship would be without a navigator, and that'd be too much of an inconvenience. It all makes her head spin.
Angelo hobbles over to the couch and takes a seat beside her, boldly asking, "So, judging from everything that is going on, I have encountered the infamous Gene Starwind. And Melfina." He looks meaningfully at his uncle, recalling the many dinnertime discussions the name filled when he was a child. The way his father would slam down dishes and bowls and yell bad things about the woman. How Harry would bow his head in shame. His mother only watched sadly, weakly trying to intervene every now and then. He shakes his head to clear away the unpleasant memories. "Ah. Well. How did you find me, Uncle Harry?"
"I hacked into the space pirates data base. The tracking device they slipped under the skin of your hand is fairly simple to follow."
"He's a space pirate? How ironic..." Gene scowls, preparing to usher them out of his house - or better yet, shoot them.
Something happened to prevent him from doing other though.
Angelo lost it.
"I can't believe you would do THAT!" he yells, wiping an angry hand before him, face twisted in hatred. "You have no say in what you do! I'm a grown man! If I want to be a space pirate, then I WILL be a space pirate! AUGH!" The last part of his little outburst is a strangled scream as his hands flew to his hair, yanking on it in irritation.
"Angelo, you're father -"
"My father is DEAD! And you have no say in what I do! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Standing firm, red-faced and trembling with wrath, he glared at his uncle. "Just leave..."
Harry sighs helplessly, not knowing what to do. The situation was pretty strange. They were, after all, in Melfina's house, and he could see her out of the corner of his eye, looking very pale and shocked.
"Both of you - out - now!" This comes from Gene, who has raised his castor once again. There is a dangerous glint in his eye. "I don't care if you resolve this family problem or not, but I swear, if you don't leave, I'll shoot you both on the spot! And Angelo...watch your back. You don't have a bounty on your head yet, but when you do..."
"I know. You'll be there. This is a dump anyway," sniffs Angelo, limping out past Harry with his nose in the air in a show of disdain. Mouth gaping but no words leaving, Harry spins on his heel and hurries after, still trying to reason with the hot-headed young man.
Melfina turns to speak to her daughter, but Mikazuki had promptly disappeared during the argument and is nowhere to be found.
~~~~~
Harry settles back against a tree in the field, his back curving comfortable to the trunk, and watches as Angelo disappears into the distance. His nephew was right, after all. He was a grown man. There was no way he could stop him.
The tall grasses to his left rustle softly and then that girl, Mikazuki, appears, looking slightly cautious and just a little shy. "So, you're the Harry Macdougal I've heard so much about," she says softly, giving her wild, auburn hair a shake to move it from her eyes. "I never pictured you like this."
"Yeah," is all he says, his voice even lower than hers, which had been little more than a whisper. He looks down, gripping handfuls of delicate, green shoots and tearing them from their rooted place in the dirt, tossing them aside. Just like he had been. Uprooted and thrown cruelly aside.
Still gazing at him intently, eyes burning into his existence like a flame of fire, she moves gracefully towards him and takes her seat, pulling her knees up to her chest. It's almost fun looking at him, she thinks. There must not be another person in the whole entire world that even comes close to matching his appearance. And he's handsome to boot.
"I bet they're all bad things," he finally says, still picking at the grass. One of his legs is stretched out before him and the other is bent slightly, one of his arms slung over it. His clothes consist of worn, blue jeans with an unintentional rip in the knee and a loose, black turtleneck, despite the warm weather. "The things they told you, I mean."
"It really differs. My mother speaks well of you, and my father does not."
"Oh." No matter what, he refuses to look Gene and Melfina's child in the eye. Too painful.
"You know...you really don't look older than me."
"I'm not really like you...or anyone...or even what I used to be. When I was killed in the Leyline, my brother was able to find a new body for what was left of me. Basically, the copy of myself I had downloaded into the ship's computer."
"Where's your brother now?"
"He...died. A long time ago."
"I'm sorry." She falls silent, and again looks at him. She's not usually like this. Not usually so interested in other people. "That's Angelo's father, right?"
"Yeah."
They sit in uncomfortable silence some more, feeling the soft, spring breeze, listening to the dry, scratchy sounds of the tall stalks of grass in the field nearby rubbing together in the wind. Harry's green hair conceals his face, until a soft breath of air lifts it and reveals the creamy, pale skin and violet eyes to Mikazuki's view.
"You'd better leave," he comments now, his delicately shaped lips barely moving. "You're father would be upset with you even talking to me."
Suddenly, Mikazuki's attitude does a one-eighty degree turn and she sniffs, venomously spitting out, "I don't care. I hate him anyway."
Despite himself, Harry smirks, eyes narrowing in humor at the irony. "Why?" he muses aloud, not even tearing his gaze away from the grasshopper he is avidly watching.
"Because he's not my real father. He's my uncle. And besides, he's rude and crude and obnoxious and lazy and he's always teasing Jim mercilessly and not considering my mom - I mean, Melfina's - feelings, and - " She was ticking off all the reasons on her fingers now. "And he bosses me around and never listens and he has these horrible temper tantrums and the first boy I ever liked, he made me bring him home and then got drunk and scared him half to death with his singing and stories of his life, and then I had to switch schools! Plus, he's always breaking things and moving our family all the time to take off on some ridiculous adventure!" She had run out of fingers now, her breath escaping her in a dramatic sigh. "I think that my mom really regrets marrying him sometimes..."
That gets Harry's attention. His head snaps up, but not towards her, and he gazes up at the sky with clear, curious eyes. "I think we all have regrets, but what Melfina's are...I suppose they are none of my concern."
The grasshopper he had been observing springs away.
Mikazuki edges slightly closer. "Have...have you ever loved anyone else?" she asks quietly, full well knowing about the obsession, the pleading, the near-stalking in the past. Gene had called it sick and perverted while Melfina simply blushed. Now that she saw him, Mikazuki thought she wouldn't mind being pursued in such a way by this young man.
"No. I haven't. I just really don't trust myself very much anymore. I'm not a good judge of character. And I just recently gained control over my emotions and my temper."
She is very close to him now, heart beating wildly, and she tries to keep herself subtle and calm. It is then that she catches herself thinking thoughts such as, "He looks like he'd be gentle...soft...encouraging... I wonder what it's like to wake up in the morning and see him sleeping peacefully beside you...?" As soon as she realizes the caliber of these daydreams, she blushes, which she quickly fights down. Her face has a tendency to redden so that it nearly matches her hair when she is embarrassed, not just prettily tinge pink at the cheeks like other girls. How she hates to blush.
Her thoughts, one must realize, are purely innocent. She is not a flirt, nor what one would call 'easy', and she has never been kissed in her life. The aforementioned boyfriend, which Gene promptly scared away, was a polite, kind fifteen-year-old who took her to homecoming and shook her hand at the end of it. Despite the thoughts coursing through her head, she dreams of a chaste relationship of hopeless perfection and honesty that ends in a simple wedding and two kids, preferably girls. Sharing all of the above is pretty far-fetched with Harry, but she just liked him, right off the bat. He was kind, and honest, and peaceful, and thoughtful, and sweet, and the list could go on and on forever...
"You're pretty."
Are her ears deceiving her, or did Harry really just say that? She looks over at him, and he is still gazing blankly into the distance, lips parted slightly as he heaves an almost nonexistent sigh. "Huh?"
"I said..." he prepares to repeat, slowly turning his head and angling it ever so slightly as he looks, heavily-lidded, at her, "that you're pretty."
Vaguely, she hears herself laughing nervously, sounding like some sort of idiot. "What makes you say that?"
Harry shrugs, shoulders lifting and falling in a helpless gesture, and somehow, he looks very tired, very sleepy. If this was some sort of fairy tale, he'd reach over and take her hand, and then lean in to tenderly kiss her, and she would fall desperately in love, realize that he only returned her feelings because she reminded him of Melfina, and have to break things off. But it wasn't a fairy tale. And things just weren't going to work like that, as tragically romantic as it was.
Instead, he puts his hand on her knee, forcing her to gulp down a lump in her throat as her emotions, which are already pretty haywire, surge. She likes the feeling of him innocently touching her, but she doesn't like the words that leave his mouth. "You should probably go now. You're family will be missing you."
She doesn't want it to end like this. She doesn't want this to be the last time she ever sees him. And she says so. "I don't want to go. I'd like to talk to you some more."
"You do?" His voice, that lovely, soft instrument that it is, sounds almost...hopeful, surprised... "I - I thought I was probably boring you."
"Nope."
"Well, either way...it's not right for us to be talking like this. Gene would be upset, and he is your father. You must respect him. Besides, I have to catch up with Angelo and at least try to reconcile..." His tone falters. "I am...fairly sure we'll meet again."
The smile she flashes him is brilliant, radiant almost, and he smiles back. Mikazuki really is a sweet girl, and he finds her very charming. It almost makes him wonder why she'd even bother trying to befriend him.
She wants to kiss him. It's just something that would make her feel more like he's going to come back, that he will see her again. On impulse, she leans over, very slowly to make sure this is something he won't object to, and watches as his eyes dilate in something akin to shock, nervousness, and then disbelief. Nonetheless, he hesitantly tips his chin up, for she is on her knees and slightly taller than him in his reclined position, and lets his eyelids slide halfway shut.
A soft pressure on his shoulder and he registers it as her hand. The tips of their noses touch gently and his eyes flick over in the direction of the small palm curved over his upper arm in something that resembles panic now. The surreal moment is broken for him. He breaths out harshly, but cannot speak. His mouth is too dry. What is she doing? This is wrong...
By now, Mikazuki's courage has built itself up so it feels indomitable, and she tilts her head, using as little experience as she has to tenderly press her lips to his, which she immediately notices the feel of. Velvety and warm, almost, full and soft. However, for what seems eternity, they don't move. She feels like a statue, just sitting there on her knees, one hand on his shoulder, her neck angled as she remains frozen with her mouth just barely touching his. Her blue eyes, stare into his wide, violet ones, and she feels as if she is drowning in an amethyst sea. Then, her eyelashes droop down to her tan cheeks and the anxious moment is shattered as his bottom lip juts out ever so slightly and he pushes back.
Her body goes numb in surprise at the feeling, and she feels her knees quaking as she feels that she might not be able to remain in her kneeling position much more. The slightest shift he makes away from her, and she'll crumble helplessly to the ground.
Harry draws away slightly, as if he is going to break the kiss, but then changes his mind halfway and comes back, turning his head at a more comfortable angle. It's funny how he hasn't really changed positions, one long leg stretched out before him and the other drawn in slightly, an arm over it while the other hand rests on the ground. Because his shoulder moved, the one she had been grasping, knocking her off balance, she now places her hand flat against his chest, which keeps a bit more distance between them, but gives them a more familiar, comfortable feeling anyway.
A kiss is a strange thing, she realizes, and it can be more complicated than first conceived. A slight groan rumbles in his chest, and she feels the vibrations beneath her hand. It sort of....scares her. His mouth parts again, and he draws her lower lip between his own, sucking on it slightly and dragging it after him as he pulls away at a painstakingly slow pace. And then he looks at her, seemingly horrified.
Why does he look so scared? So regretful? It makes her feel sick to her stomach. He didn't like it... He doesn't like her... What was she thinking?! How could she have been so stupid?! Tears well up in her eyes. She just made a complete fool of herself.
If this was a fairy tale, Harry would reassure her and tell her that he loves her.
"Mikazuki...what have you...what have we done? This...this is wrong. I - I need to go."
This isn't a fairy tale.
~~~~~
Ok, I haven't worked on this story for a long time!!! I think my brain just kicked into the gear recently... Also, I was discouraged by the lack of creativity I was having. Anyhow, here I go - no longer neglecting this poor story. Review and tell me what you think.
Shangri-La
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"Uncle Harry," repeats Gene in barely a murmur, now lowering his gun and not even noticing due to his shock. "That would mean that you are...Ron's kid?"
"Yes." Angelo nods, obviously not ashamed. In fact, he seems a little proud, as if he is expecting them all to fall to their knees and worship him. A funny little half-smirk curls his lips.
Mikazuki finally realizes that she has been gawking like a moron at the teal-haired man and backs away, eyes alight with something that resembles amazement. "Harry Mcdougal? You're too young... You look my age!"
"I really don't age too much," mumbles Harry, again looking down at his shoes. "When I died at the Leyline...and they got me into my new body...the thing is I just don't die unless my body is completely destroyed."
Melfina is about ready to faint from the looks of it, so Jim takes her by the arm and leads her to the couch, where she can sit down, eyes still very wide. She, herself, hasn't appeared to grown very old, although she is more human than the young man. Sometimes, she wonders if she will die like Gene will, or if her life span will be unnatural. It's hard to tell... Maybe the people who designed her did not intend for her to die at all. If she did, after all, the ship would be without a navigator, and that'd be too much of an inconvenience. It all makes her head spin.
Angelo hobbles over to the couch and takes a seat beside her, boldly asking, "So, judging from everything that is going on, I have encountered the infamous Gene Starwind. And Melfina." He looks meaningfully at his uncle, recalling the many dinnertime discussions the name filled when he was a child. The way his father would slam down dishes and bowls and yell bad things about the woman. How Harry would bow his head in shame. His mother only watched sadly, weakly trying to intervene every now and then. He shakes his head to clear away the unpleasant memories. "Ah. Well. How did you find me, Uncle Harry?"
"I hacked into the space pirates data base. The tracking device they slipped under the skin of your hand is fairly simple to follow."
"He's a space pirate? How ironic..." Gene scowls, preparing to usher them out of his house - or better yet, shoot them.
Something happened to prevent him from doing other though.
Angelo lost it.
"I can't believe you would do THAT!" he yells, wiping an angry hand before him, face twisted in hatred. "You have no say in what you do! I'm a grown man! If I want to be a space pirate, then I WILL be a space pirate! AUGH!" The last part of his little outburst is a strangled scream as his hands flew to his hair, yanking on it in irritation.
"Angelo, you're father -"
"My father is DEAD! And you have no say in what I do! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Standing firm, red-faced and trembling with wrath, he glared at his uncle. "Just leave..."
Harry sighs helplessly, not knowing what to do. The situation was pretty strange. They were, after all, in Melfina's house, and he could see her out of the corner of his eye, looking very pale and shocked.
"Both of you - out - now!" This comes from Gene, who has raised his castor once again. There is a dangerous glint in his eye. "I don't care if you resolve this family problem or not, but I swear, if you don't leave, I'll shoot you both on the spot! And Angelo...watch your back. You don't have a bounty on your head yet, but when you do..."
"I know. You'll be there. This is a dump anyway," sniffs Angelo, limping out past Harry with his nose in the air in a show of disdain. Mouth gaping but no words leaving, Harry spins on his heel and hurries after, still trying to reason with the hot-headed young man.
Melfina turns to speak to her daughter, but Mikazuki had promptly disappeared during the argument and is nowhere to be found.
~~~~~
Harry settles back against a tree in the field, his back curving comfortable to the trunk, and watches as Angelo disappears into the distance. His nephew was right, after all. He was a grown man. There was no way he could stop him.
The tall grasses to his left rustle softly and then that girl, Mikazuki, appears, looking slightly cautious and just a little shy. "So, you're the Harry Macdougal I've heard so much about," she says softly, giving her wild, auburn hair a shake to move it from her eyes. "I never pictured you like this."
"Yeah," is all he says, his voice even lower than hers, which had been little more than a whisper. He looks down, gripping handfuls of delicate, green shoots and tearing them from their rooted place in the dirt, tossing them aside. Just like he had been. Uprooted and thrown cruelly aside.
Still gazing at him intently, eyes burning into his existence like a flame of fire, she moves gracefully towards him and takes her seat, pulling her knees up to her chest. It's almost fun looking at him, she thinks. There must not be another person in the whole entire world that even comes close to matching his appearance. And he's handsome to boot.
"I bet they're all bad things," he finally says, still picking at the grass. One of his legs is stretched out before him and the other is bent slightly, one of his arms slung over it. His clothes consist of worn, blue jeans with an unintentional rip in the knee and a loose, black turtleneck, despite the warm weather. "The things they told you, I mean."
"It really differs. My mother speaks well of you, and my father does not."
"Oh." No matter what, he refuses to look Gene and Melfina's child in the eye. Too painful.
"You know...you really don't look older than me."
"I'm not really like you...or anyone...or even what I used to be. When I was killed in the Leyline, my brother was able to find a new body for what was left of me. Basically, the copy of myself I had downloaded into the ship's computer."
"Where's your brother now?"
"He...died. A long time ago."
"I'm sorry." She falls silent, and again looks at him. She's not usually like this. Not usually so interested in other people. "That's Angelo's father, right?"
"Yeah."
They sit in uncomfortable silence some more, feeling the soft, spring breeze, listening to the dry, scratchy sounds of the tall stalks of grass in the field nearby rubbing together in the wind. Harry's green hair conceals his face, until a soft breath of air lifts it and reveals the creamy, pale skin and violet eyes to Mikazuki's view.
"You'd better leave," he comments now, his delicately shaped lips barely moving. "You're father would be upset with you even talking to me."
Suddenly, Mikazuki's attitude does a one-eighty degree turn and she sniffs, venomously spitting out, "I don't care. I hate him anyway."
Despite himself, Harry smirks, eyes narrowing in humor at the irony. "Why?" he muses aloud, not even tearing his gaze away from the grasshopper he is avidly watching.
"Because he's not my real father. He's my uncle. And besides, he's rude and crude and obnoxious and lazy and he's always teasing Jim mercilessly and not considering my mom - I mean, Melfina's - feelings, and - " She was ticking off all the reasons on her fingers now. "And he bosses me around and never listens and he has these horrible temper tantrums and the first boy I ever liked, he made me bring him home and then got drunk and scared him half to death with his singing and stories of his life, and then I had to switch schools! Plus, he's always breaking things and moving our family all the time to take off on some ridiculous adventure!" She had run out of fingers now, her breath escaping her in a dramatic sigh. "I think that my mom really regrets marrying him sometimes..."
That gets Harry's attention. His head snaps up, but not towards her, and he gazes up at the sky with clear, curious eyes. "I think we all have regrets, but what Melfina's are...I suppose they are none of my concern."
The grasshopper he had been observing springs away.
Mikazuki edges slightly closer. "Have...have you ever loved anyone else?" she asks quietly, full well knowing about the obsession, the pleading, the near-stalking in the past. Gene had called it sick and perverted while Melfina simply blushed. Now that she saw him, Mikazuki thought she wouldn't mind being pursued in such a way by this young man.
"No. I haven't. I just really don't trust myself very much anymore. I'm not a good judge of character. And I just recently gained control over my emotions and my temper."
She is very close to him now, heart beating wildly, and she tries to keep herself subtle and calm. It is then that she catches herself thinking thoughts such as, "He looks like he'd be gentle...soft...encouraging... I wonder what it's like to wake up in the morning and see him sleeping peacefully beside you...?" As soon as she realizes the caliber of these daydreams, she blushes, which she quickly fights down. Her face has a tendency to redden so that it nearly matches her hair when she is embarrassed, not just prettily tinge pink at the cheeks like other girls. How she hates to blush.
Her thoughts, one must realize, are purely innocent. She is not a flirt, nor what one would call 'easy', and she has never been kissed in her life. The aforementioned boyfriend, which Gene promptly scared away, was a polite, kind fifteen-year-old who took her to homecoming and shook her hand at the end of it. Despite the thoughts coursing through her head, she dreams of a chaste relationship of hopeless perfection and honesty that ends in a simple wedding and two kids, preferably girls. Sharing all of the above is pretty far-fetched with Harry, but she just liked him, right off the bat. He was kind, and honest, and peaceful, and thoughtful, and sweet, and the list could go on and on forever...
"You're pretty."
Are her ears deceiving her, or did Harry really just say that? She looks over at him, and he is still gazing blankly into the distance, lips parted slightly as he heaves an almost nonexistent sigh. "Huh?"
"I said..." he prepares to repeat, slowly turning his head and angling it ever so slightly as he looks, heavily-lidded, at her, "that you're pretty."
Vaguely, she hears herself laughing nervously, sounding like some sort of idiot. "What makes you say that?"
Harry shrugs, shoulders lifting and falling in a helpless gesture, and somehow, he looks very tired, very sleepy. If this was some sort of fairy tale, he'd reach over and take her hand, and then lean in to tenderly kiss her, and she would fall desperately in love, realize that he only returned her feelings because she reminded him of Melfina, and have to break things off. But it wasn't a fairy tale. And things just weren't going to work like that, as tragically romantic as it was.
Instead, he puts his hand on her knee, forcing her to gulp down a lump in her throat as her emotions, which are already pretty haywire, surge. She likes the feeling of him innocently touching her, but she doesn't like the words that leave his mouth. "You should probably go now. You're family will be missing you."
She doesn't want it to end like this. She doesn't want this to be the last time she ever sees him. And she says so. "I don't want to go. I'd like to talk to you some more."
"You do?" His voice, that lovely, soft instrument that it is, sounds almost...hopeful, surprised... "I - I thought I was probably boring you."
"Nope."
"Well, either way...it's not right for us to be talking like this. Gene would be upset, and he is your father. You must respect him. Besides, I have to catch up with Angelo and at least try to reconcile..." His tone falters. "I am...fairly sure we'll meet again."
The smile she flashes him is brilliant, radiant almost, and he smiles back. Mikazuki really is a sweet girl, and he finds her very charming. It almost makes him wonder why she'd even bother trying to befriend him.
She wants to kiss him. It's just something that would make her feel more like he's going to come back, that he will see her again. On impulse, she leans over, very slowly to make sure this is something he won't object to, and watches as his eyes dilate in something akin to shock, nervousness, and then disbelief. Nonetheless, he hesitantly tips his chin up, for she is on her knees and slightly taller than him in his reclined position, and lets his eyelids slide halfway shut.
A soft pressure on his shoulder and he registers it as her hand. The tips of their noses touch gently and his eyes flick over in the direction of the small palm curved over his upper arm in something that resembles panic now. The surreal moment is broken for him. He breaths out harshly, but cannot speak. His mouth is too dry. What is she doing? This is wrong...
By now, Mikazuki's courage has built itself up so it feels indomitable, and she tilts her head, using as little experience as she has to tenderly press her lips to his, which she immediately notices the feel of. Velvety and warm, almost, full and soft. However, for what seems eternity, they don't move. She feels like a statue, just sitting there on her knees, one hand on his shoulder, her neck angled as she remains frozen with her mouth just barely touching his. Her blue eyes, stare into his wide, violet ones, and she feels as if she is drowning in an amethyst sea. Then, her eyelashes droop down to her tan cheeks and the anxious moment is shattered as his bottom lip juts out ever so slightly and he pushes back.
Her body goes numb in surprise at the feeling, and she feels her knees quaking as she feels that she might not be able to remain in her kneeling position much more. The slightest shift he makes away from her, and she'll crumble helplessly to the ground.
Harry draws away slightly, as if he is going to break the kiss, but then changes his mind halfway and comes back, turning his head at a more comfortable angle. It's funny how he hasn't really changed positions, one long leg stretched out before him and the other drawn in slightly, an arm over it while the other hand rests on the ground. Because his shoulder moved, the one she had been grasping, knocking her off balance, she now places her hand flat against his chest, which keeps a bit more distance between them, but gives them a more familiar, comfortable feeling anyway.
A kiss is a strange thing, she realizes, and it can be more complicated than first conceived. A slight groan rumbles in his chest, and she feels the vibrations beneath her hand. It sort of....scares her. His mouth parts again, and he draws her lower lip between his own, sucking on it slightly and dragging it after him as he pulls away at a painstakingly slow pace. And then he looks at her, seemingly horrified.
Why does he look so scared? So regretful? It makes her feel sick to her stomach. He didn't like it... He doesn't like her... What was she thinking?! How could she have been so stupid?! Tears well up in her eyes. She just made a complete fool of herself.
If this was a fairy tale, Harry would reassure her and tell her that he loves her.
"Mikazuki...what have you...what have we done? This...this is wrong. I - I need to go."
This isn't a fairy tale.
~~~~~
Ok, I haven't worked on this story for a long time!!! I think my brain just kicked into the gear recently... Also, I was discouraged by the lack of creativity I was having. Anyhow, here I go - no longer neglecting this poor story. Review and tell me what you think.
Shangri-La
