It Was Hell And Back
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Ryoko
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A/N: Grr. I hit a writer's block after the last chapter . . . so . . . I enlisted the help of . . . *gulp* my English teacher . . . *Insert evil and creepy music from the Phantom Of The Opera HERE* anyway, she helped me out a lot! So I'm out of my writer's block and back on track w/ a mind chock- full of Furuba Yaoi Doujinshi me and my friend are working on and drooling over! This is good! Now I can continue! *YAY! (Dances)*
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Momiji was in tears, burying his face in Ayame's chest to escape his fear of the storm outside. Loud clatters and various heavy and/or loud objects hit the two doors not too far away from where the family was sitting huddled in the four underground rooms.
"I don't like the sound of it out there. Dear god, I hope those two are okay . . .?" Shigure shuddered, drawing in the blanket around him.
"DARGH! I can't take it anymore! I have to go find them!" Kazuma growled, standing and making his way to the door.
"Oh no you don't!" Hatori and Shigure held him back, hoping that their strength would be ENOUGH.
"Listen, I KNOW you're worried about those two. But NOBODY leaves until this storm is over!" Hatori growled in his ear, not calming the older man's anxieties in the least.
"Sorry . . . I just . . . I need to know they're okay . . . I've been getting such an awful feeling in my heart . . . like something's happened to them . . . "
"We know just how you feel . . . but it won't help us any if we lose you too in that massacre of nature." The novelist took his seat in the corner and wrapped himself in the blanket, leaning his head down in thought, seeming to be trying to go to sleep.
Yuki, who'd been watching the whole thing, sighed with grief, leaning his chin on his knees and trying to think of anything else besides the two missing boys. But it was hard.
It was just too quiet now.
FAR too quiet.
It was almost as if he missed the two, wishing that there was somebody here with him to make fun of, just somebody like those two that he could talk to, even if they IRRITATED him! He wanted them with him, no matter how much he pretended to hate the two; he couldn't help but feel like crying when he knew that they weren't near.
"Haru . . . baka neko . . . I miss you . . . I hope . . . you're . . . okay . . . " he whispered to himself, wishing only for them to open those doors any minute and stumble down the stairs; soaked, tired, maybe a little dirty, but ALIVE and well.
GOD how he wanted that.
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Game over?
Continue?
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Ryoko
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A/N: Grr. I hit a writer's block after the last chapter . . . so . . . I enlisted the help of . . . *gulp* my English teacher . . . *Insert evil and creepy music from the Phantom Of The Opera HERE* anyway, she helped me out a lot! So I'm out of my writer's block and back on track w/ a mind chock- full of Furuba Yaoi Doujinshi me and my friend are working on and drooling over! This is good! Now I can continue! *YAY! (Dances)*
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Momiji was in tears, burying his face in Ayame's chest to escape his fear of the storm outside. Loud clatters and various heavy and/or loud objects hit the two doors not too far away from where the family was sitting huddled in the four underground rooms.
"I don't like the sound of it out there. Dear god, I hope those two are okay . . .?" Shigure shuddered, drawing in the blanket around him.
"DARGH! I can't take it anymore! I have to go find them!" Kazuma growled, standing and making his way to the door.
"Oh no you don't!" Hatori and Shigure held him back, hoping that their strength would be ENOUGH.
"Listen, I KNOW you're worried about those two. But NOBODY leaves until this storm is over!" Hatori growled in his ear, not calming the older man's anxieties in the least.
"Sorry . . . I just . . . I need to know they're okay . . . I've been getting such an awful feeling in my heart . . . like something's happened to them . . . "
"We know just how you feel . . . but it won't help us any if we lose you too in that massacre of nature." The novelist took his seat in the corner and wrapped himself in the blanket, leaning his head down in thought, seeming to be trying to go to sleep.
Yuki, who'd been watching the whole thing, sighed with grief, leaning his chin on his knees and trying to think of anything else besides the two missing boys. But it was hard.
It was just too quiet now.
FAR too quiet.
It was almost as if he missed the two, wishing that there was somebody here with him to make fun of, just somebody like those two that he could talk to, even if they IRRITATED him! He wanted them with him, no matter how much he pretended to hate the two; he couldn't help but feel like crying when he knew that they weren't near.
"Haru . . . baka neko . . . I miss you . . . I hope . . . you're . . . okay . . . " he whispered to himself, wishing only for them to open those doors any minute and stumble down the stairs; soaked, tired, maybe a little dirty, but ALIVE and well.
GOD how he wanted that.
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Game over?
Continue?