Now and Forever
Author's Note: This is a Sister Princess fanfic... ^^ my first Sister Princess fanfic and for those who know me, my writing tends to have a lot of angst in it ^^. The pairing is Wataru and Karen ^^.
Prologue
My fragile fingers press against you rosy cheeks. The wind blows and my braided hair swings in its direction. I try to smile, but I find that you don't seem to care. You pull away. I was hurt, but I intended not to show you. I didn't want to think that I had fallen for you. But how could I not. How could I not tell you that I was not your sister, but rather a girl who had fallen desperately in love with you? How could I tell you that I claimed to be your sister only to become closer to you, and that if you rejected me I would be forever close to you. I couldn't say anything of such. I find that every day as the wind blows, as I try to touch you in my dreams, you pull further and further away from me. I find I couldn't live a lie anymore. I find that I can no longer live without seeing you. As you have moved away, every parting moment with you is a thousand stabs to my heart.
Chapter 1 My Rain of Tears
The gentle songs of the birds sang nearby. The ocean wave beautiful and gracefully dancing along my view. The world spun around me. The wind blew. The sun radiance bounced off of Karen's face. There was depressing stare at the ground. The beauty of the morning sun and the wondrous view didn't effect her. She thought of her brother and how much she long to see him again. Her chest seemed heavy. She held two hands in support. She looked out to the sea hoping to find the image of her love. It didn't come.
"Tomorrow, I leave..." Karen said to the sea, "I don't know how long it will take to find you, but... I will no matter what..." She could to inland stretching her vast horizon. The beach breeze was wondrous, but with an ominous haze.
The rain trickled down the side of her face. Her legs tire of walking. There wasn't even a clue of her brother, yet she looked tirelessly around. The city wasn't all that big... or at least she thought. The rain made the streets of Tokyo give a odor she had never really smelled before. The wind blew as the train stop in front of her. She could here the rain drops hit the floor of the building. The steel plates only made the sound worse. Karen didn't know what felt worse, the pain in her legs or the riveting breeze that brought her chills. She wore very little and didn't expect the beginning of winter in Tokyo to be this cold. Any colder... she thought... and it will be snowing. Karen shivered and quickly walked into the train. There she found warmth.
A little boy looked up and saw a beauty. Her silver-gray hair. Her delicate face. Her slender legs lavishly out of a short skirt. She was wet, but her beauty made his surroundings light up.
"Ane-chan..." The child called. Karen smiled sitting there at the little boy.
"Hi."
"Ane-chan? Are you an angel?" Karen almost blushed at the thought but she was still shivering from the bitter freeze.
"No," Karen smiled back.
"You look like an angel to me." The little boy said with a childish innocence.
"Thank you," Karen smiled sweetly back.
"Why is ane-chan all wet?"
"She was looking for someone," Karen spoke in a motherly manner. "What is little ototo doing all by himself?"
"Hehe. I'm going to meet some friends, my mother said I could all by myself!" The little boy seemed proud of this. "Who was ane-chan looking for?"
"Her onii-san," Karen took a moment to realize that she had gotten used to calling Wataru onii-san.
"I'm would be happy to have a sister like you," There was a bright smile on the boy's face.
"Thank you." Karen smiled sweetly, hoping the Wataru thought the same.
Wataru's front door was left open. He and his girlfriend had just came back from the groceries. They were getting ready to make dinner. Yumiko was about to teach him how to make her famous soup dish. The weather outside was cold. The rain was pouring, yet the couple blossomed in bliss. Wataru smiled sweetly at Yumiko. It was apparent that they had enjoyed each other's company and forgot the close the door.
Karen stepped up to the door. She looked at the wet paper in her hands. Her hair was drenched with the rain. The droplets of water were dripping down her cheeks and her short skirt seemed like it just came out of the washing machine. This was the last address with Wataru's name on it. She had ran all around Tokyo today and was excessively hungry. Her legs were sore, she had a slight headache, and she didn't notice how cold and numb she was until she left for the last train for Shinjuku. The house itself was pretty impressive, especially for a student attending Tokyo University. But it seemed as though Wataru's parents weren't all that bad; probably sorry for sending him to an island to study high school.
Karen remembered the first time she laid on him. Although her sisters and her had planned a meeting with him, Karen had fallen for him. She remembered wiping his wet face with her handkerchief. She hoped he still kept it. Her brittle hands were numb as they touched the door to slid a bit more.
"Hello?" She said softly. She was beginning to lose her voice and catching a cold.
I hope this is the house... Karen thought to herself. She didn't know what she would do if it weren't. There was a slight jab of pain in her chest as she thought of never seeing Wataru again. It wasn't that she merely they were supposedly brothers and sisters, but within the past 2 years, Karen had written dozens of e-mails and letter with no reply. She was worried about Wataru, and wondered if he still remembered that her little sister still existed.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" Karen asked again, her voice is still soft.
Karen heard voices in the background. One sounded familiar... Karen quickly ran to the voice. She missed Wataru so much; the voice was so close.
"So, honey... what are we going to do after dinner?" Yumiko said with a tease. Wataru blushed but remained with his composure.
"Supposing I don't cut my fingers off doing the vegetables, I rented a movie for us," Wataru smiled sweetly back at his girlfriend. He looked upon her beautiful blue eyes. The warm red sweater that she had just changed into. Her short jeans were almost invisible being that they were covered by the sweater. Her graceful hair now dry curled around her perfect face. Her eyes gazed into his eyes. Yumiko smiled at his little joke and kissed him passionately. But then her eyes were drawn to figure at the hallway looking at them.
Wataru was surprised to see that Yumiko pulled away so quickly. He wanted their lips to have been longer together. But then he saw that she was looking at something behind him. He turned around curious. It was Karen! Wataru nearly jumped up and screamed. He didn't expect his little sister to be anywhere near him. But then he saw the horrific expression on Karen's face. It looked as if someone had just clenched a piece of her heart right out. The young girl was soaked, drenched in water. Poor thing... Wataru thought... she seems so trouble.
"Karen! Oh my goodness! When did you come to Tokyo?" Wataru called out and rushed over to the girl.
"You know her?" Yumiko asked.
"Yes, she's my sister!" Yumiko smiled sweetly and went over to her. Karen grasped her chest in pain of what she just saw. Her brother with another woman... kissing. She didn't know what to feel. There was a sudden emptiness inside of her. Karen saw Wataru approaching her. She didn't know what to do. The tears from her eyes could no longer be contained. Karen didn't want Wataru to see her crying. Without thinking. Karen ran away. Wataru stopped in his steps and looked at the scene of the girl running away with confusion and a slight hint of guilt. Why would Karen be jealous though... Wataru thought.
What hurt so much was the image of Wataru kissing. Karen felt as though she had lost all hope. She couldn't really blame anyone but herself though. Wataru still only knew her as his sister. He has been away for over two years and could have seen a bunch of people. Karen ran her way down the street. Her hands numb but clutched to her chest, her hair ran back, her face contorted with pain and the meteors of the shower. She couldn't feel anything for a while. Karen collapsed to the floor. Her legs were too tired to carry her; her chest was too heavy with pain. She fainted.
Author's Note: This is a Sister Princess fanfic... ^^ my first Sister Princess fanfic and for those who know me, my writing tends to have a lot of angst in it ^^. The pairing is Wataru and Karen ^^.
Prologue
My fragile fingers press against you rosy cheeks. The wind blows and my braided hair swings in its direction. I try to smile, but I find that you don't seem to care. You pull away. I was hurt, but I intended not to show you. I didn't want to think that I had fallen for you. But how could I not. How could I not tell you that I was not your sister, but rather a girl who had fallen desperately in love with you? How could I tell you that I claimed to be your sister only to become closer to you, and that if you rejected me I would be forever close to you. I couldn't say anything of such. I find that every day as the wind blows, as I try to touch you in my dreams, you pull further and further away from me. I find I couldn't live a lie anymore. I find that I can no longer live without seeing you. As you have moved away, every parting moment with you is a thousand stabs to my heart.
Chapter 1 My Rain of Tears
The gentle songs of the birds sang nearby. The ocean wave beautiful and gracefully dancing along my view. The world spun around me. The wind blew. The sun radiance bounced off of Karen's face. There was depressing stare at the ground. The beauty of the morning sun and the wondrous view didn't effect her. She thought of her brother and how much she long to see him again. Her chest seemed heavy. She held two hands in support. She looked out to the sea hoping to find the image of her love. It didn't come.
"Tomorrow, I leave..." Karen said to the sea, "I don't know how long it will take to find you, but... I will no matter what..." She could to inland stretching her vast horizon. The beach breeze was wondrous, but with an ominous haze.
The rain trickled down the side of her face. Her legs tire of walking. There wasn't even a clue of her brother, yet she looked tirelessly around. The city wasn't all that big... or at least she thought. The rain made the streets of Tokyo give a odor she had never really smelled before. The wind blew as the train stop in front of her. She could here the rain drops hit the floor of the building. The steel plates only made the sound worse. Karen didn't know what felt worse, the pain in her legs or the riveting breeze that brought her chills. She wore very little and didn't expect the beginning of winter in Tokyo to be this cold. Any colder... she thought... and it will be snowing. Karen shivered and quickly walked into the train. There she found warmth.
A little boy looked up and saw a beauty. Her silver-gray hair. Her delicate face. Her slender legs lavishly out of a short skirt. She was wet, but her beauty made his surroundings light up.
"Ane-chan..." The child called. Karen smiled sitting there at the little boy.
"Hi."
"Ane-chan? Are you an angel?" Karen almost blushed at the thought but she was still shivering from the bitter freeze.
"No," Karen smiled back.
"You look like an angel to me." The little boy said with a childish innocence.
"Thank you," Karen smiled sweetly back.
"Why is ane-chan all wet?"
"She was looking for someone," Karen spoke in a motherly manner. "What is little ototo doing all by himself?"
"Hehe. I'm going to meet some friends, my mother said I could all by myself!" The little boy seemed proud of this. "Who was ane-chan looking for?"
"Her onii-san," Karen took a moment to realize that she had gotten used to calling Wataru onii-san.
"I'm would be happy to have a sister like you," There was a bright smile on the boy's face.
"Thank you." Karen smiled sweetly, hoping the Wataru thought the same.
Wataru's front door was left open. He and his girlfriend had just came back from the groceries. They were getting ready to make dinner. Yumiko was about to teach him how to make her famous soup dish. The weather outside was cold. The rain was pouring, yet the couple blossomed in bliss. Wataru smiled sweetly at Yumiko. It was apparent that they had enjoyed each other's company and forgot the close the door.
Karen stepped up to the door. She looked at the wet paper in her hands. Her hair was drenched with the rain. The droplets of water were dripping down her cheeks and her short skirt seemed like it just came out of the washing machine. This was the last address with Wataru's name on it. She had ran all around Tokyo today and was excessively hungry. Her legs were sore, she had a slight headache, and she didn't notice how cold and numb she was until she left for the last train for Shinjuku. The house itself was pretty impressive, especially for a student attending Tokyo University. But it seemed as though Wataru's parents weren't all that bad; probably sorry for sending him to an island to study high school.
Karen remembered the first time she laid on him. Although her sisters and her had planned a meeting with him, Karen had fallen for him. She remembered wiping his wet face with her handkerchief. She hoped he still kept it. Her brittle hands were numb as they touched the door to slid a bit more.
"Hello?" She said softly. She was beginning to lose her voice and catching a cold.
I hope this is the house... Karen thought to herself. She didn't know what she would do if it weren't. There was a slight jab of pain in her chest as she thought of never seeing Wataru again. It wasn't that she merely they were supposedly brothers and sisters, but within the past 2 years, Karen had written dozens of e-mails and letter with no reply. She was worried about Wataru, and wondered if he still remembered that her little sister still existed.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" Karen asked again, her voice is still soft.
Karen heard voices in the background. One sounded familiar... Karen quickly ran to the voice. She missed Wataru so much; the voice was so close.
"So, honey... what are we going to do after dinner?" Yumiko said with a tease. Wataru blushed but remained with his composure.
"Supposing I don't cut my fingers off doing the vegetables, I rented a movie for us," Wataru smiled sweetly back at his girlfriend. He looked upon her beautiful blue eyes. The warm red sweater that she had just changed into. Her short jeans were almost invisible being that they were covered by the sweater. Her graceful hair now dry curled around her perfect face. Her eyes gazed into his eyes. Yumiko smiled at his little joke and kissed him passionately. But then her eyes were drawn to figure at the hallway looking at them.
Wataru was surprised to see that Yumiko pulled away so quickly. He wanted their lips to have been longer together. But then he saw that she was looking at something behind him. He turned around curious. It was Karen! Wataru nearly jumped up and screamed. He didn't expect his little sister to be anywhere near him. But then he saw the horrific expression on Karen's face. It looked as if someone had just clenched a piece of her heart right out. The young girl was soaked, drenched in water. Poor thing... Wataru thought... she seems so trouble.
"Karen! Oh my goodness! When did you come to Tokyo?" Wataru called out and rushed over to the girl.
"You know her?" Yumiko asked.
"Yes, she's my sister!" Yumiko smiled sweetly and went over to her. Karen grasped her chest in pain of what she just saw. Her brother with another woman... kissing. She didn't know what to feel. There was a sudden emptiness inside of her. Karen saw Wataru approaching her. She didn't know what to do. The tears from her eyes could no longer be contained. Karen didn't want Wataru to see her crying. Without thinking. Karen ran away. Wataru stopped in his steps and looked at the scene of the girl running away with confusion and a slight hint of guilt. Why would Karen be jealous though... Wataru thought.
What hurt so much was the image of Wataru kissing. Karen felt as though she had lost all hope. She couldn't really blame anyone but herself though. Wataru still only knew her as his sister. He has been away for over two years and could have seen a bunch of people. Karen ran her way down the street. Her hands numb but clutched to her chest, her hair ran back, her face contorted with pain and the meteors of the shower. She couldn't feel anything for a while. Karen collapsed to the floor. Her legs were too tired to carry her; her chest was too heavy with pain. She fainted.