A/N: hi everyone! To those of you who recognize me and read my other
unfinished fic and my one shot..I have
decided to start another one. I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THE OTHER ONE! I REALLY
AM! I know I promised I would update Music: The key to our emotions but I
just kinda lost it and I've been really busy. I'm really really really
sorry. But not many people read it anyway so I guess it doesn't matter
much. I hope u all would enjoy this one at least....i hope...
Disclaimer: I don't' own ANYTHING...though I wish I did...*sniffles*
Cherry Blossoms
Do you sometimes out of nowhere get this strange feeling of loneliness inside you? Like when you're just at home or at work, sitting in a nice chair and all is quiet, and then suddenly that feeling comes. You start to question yourself, whether you're happy or not with your life and what kind of person you really are. That's when you start yelling at your inner self, saying why you can be so ungrateful. Well, I find it really funny that it would happen to me, of all people to feel such a thing. So..I've decided to make something of it now that the chance had come.
The soft, dripping sounds of a coffee maker was heard throughout the silent office as a lone cup sat on a table. A woman sat, alone in deep thought, not noticing anything else around her and just staring blankly at the cup in her hands as it rests against the table's surface. She was a picture of tranquility and perfection, seeming to just stare off into space, at peace with the world and her life. However, that tranquility was suddenly disturbed by the sigh that escaped her lips. Flipping her braid to her back and pulling stray strands of hair behind her ears, Makimachi Misao had a thoughtful expression on her beautiful face. Questions started to flood her mind, asking things that she had never knew she wanted to know. Things like, "Am I happy with my life?" or "What am I missing inside of me?" Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind, Misao reprimanded herself for asking such stupid things. Seeing as the coffee was ready, Misao picked up her cup to go fill it when the pictures of cherry blossoms caught her eyes. On the cup was a pretty yet simple picture of a lone cherry blossom tree with petals falling onto the ground. With glazed eyes, a childhood memory suddenly flashed inside her head, forming a smile on her otherwise passive face.
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A little 6 year old chibi Misao is seen holding the hands of her beloved parents. Skipping excitedly, the family was heading towards the park to enjoy seeing the cherry blossoms bloom. Chuckling softly at their daughter's excitement, they couldn't help but notice all the stares their little Misao was getting. Swinging her arms playfully, Misao was chanting the word hanami over and over again; oblivious to all the stares she was receiving from being so adorable. As the rows and rows of cherry blossom trees came into Misao's line of view, a soft gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes nearly bugged out of its sockets. Since it was the first time Misao had ever seen so many cherry blossoms, it was a sight to behold and to be forever cherished in her memories. Letting go of her parents hands, Misao ran ahead of them, jumping up and down all the while screaming "sugoi!" At that moment on, Misao, as well as her parents, knew that this moment was something to be forever remembered and both knew that Misao's love for cherry blossoms had grew even more. Smiling sadly, a feeling of guilt tugged at Makimachi-san's heart at seeing her daughter so happy, but having to take it all away in one day. A comforting hand was put on her shoulder as a sigh escaped her lips. The sounds of Misao's laughter was music to their ears and they hoped it will still sound this happy in the future, even if it was going to be the first and last time Misao will be standing there. Holding hands, the couple strode slowly towards their daughter, trying to enjoy their last moments in the place they were born and raised, Kyoto, Japan.
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After that day, my world had turned upside down. Waking up the next day, I was suddenly pushed into a car with my luggage and was headed towards the airport with my father. The whole time I had been asking for my mother, but she never came. Staring out the window of the airplane, I had taken my last glimpse of my home. I remembered the pained expression my father's face back then, it was enough to move me to tears without even knowing we were going to live in America from that moment on, never knowing when I would return.
It was painful.
A/N: ok...its really short and it sucks..but yea...the idea just came to me and my friend threatened me to write it! I was under pressure! I don't' know when I'll update the next chapter so I am very sorry if I never will. Not that anyone likes this anyway but please review! I would greatly appreciate it! and sorry about the other story that I had started but hasn't been finished yet....so very sorry..-__- .
Disclaimer: I don't' own ANYTHING...though I wish I did...*sniffles*
Cherry Blossoms
Do you sometimes out of nowhere get this strange feeling of loneliness inside you? Like when you're just at home or at work, sitting in a nice chair and all is quiet, and then suddenly that feeling comes. You start to question yourself, whether you're happy or not with your life and what kind of person you really are. That's when you start yelling at your inner self, saying why you can be so ungrateful. Well, I find it really funny that it would happen to me, of all people to feel such a thing. So..I've decided to make something of it now that the chance had come.
The soft, dripping sounds of a coffee maker was heard throughout the silent office as a lone cup sat on a table. A woman sat, alone in deep thought, not noticing anything else around her and just staring blankly at the cup in her hands as it rests against the table's surface. She was a picture of tranquility and perfection, seeming to just stare off into space, at peace with the world and her life. However, that tranquility was suddenly disturbed by the sigh that escaped her lips. Flipping her braid to her back and pulling stray strands of hair behind her ears, Makimachi Misao had a thoughtful expression on her beautiful face. Questions started to flood her mind, asking things that she had never knew she wanted to know. Things like, "Am I happy with my life?" or "What am I missing inside of me?" Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind, Misao reprimanded herself for asking such stupid things. Seeing as the coffee was ready, Misao picked up her cup to go fill it when the pictures of cherry blossoms caught her eyes. On the cup was a pretty yet simple picture of a lone cherry blossom tree with petals falling onto the ground. With glazed eyes, a childhood memory suddenly flashed inside her head, forming a smile on her otherwise passive face.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
A little 6 year old chibi Misao is seen holding the hands of her beloved parents. Skipping excitedly, the family was heading towards the park to enjoy seeing the cherry blossoms bloom. Chuckling softly at their daughter's excitement, they couldn't help but notice all the stares their little Misao was getting. Swinging her arms playfully, Misao was chanting the word hanami over and over again; oblivious to all the stares she was receiving from being so adorable. As the rows and rows of cherry blossom trees came into Misao's line of view, a soft gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes nearly bugged out of its sockets. Since it was the first time Misao had ever seen so many cherry blossoms, it was a sight to behold and to be forever cherished in her memories. Letting go of her parents hands, Misao ran ahead of them, jumping up and down all the while screaming "sugoi!" At that moment on, Misao, as well as her parents, knew that this moment was something to be forever remembered and both knew that Misao's love for cherry blossoms had grew even more. Smiling sadly, a feeling of guilt tugged at Makimachi-san's heart at seeing her daughter so happy, but having to take it all away in one day. A comforting hand was put on her shoulder as a sigh escaped her lips. The sounds of Misao's laughter was music to their ears and they hoped it will still sound this happy in the future, even if it was going to be the first and last time Misao will be standing there. Holding hands, the couple strode slowly towards their daughter, trying to enjoy their last moments in the place they were born and raised, Kyoto, Japan.
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After that day, my world had turned upside down. Waking up the next day, I was suddenly pushed into a car with my luggage and was headed towards the airport with my father. The whole time I had been asking for my mother, but she never came. Staring out the window of the airplane, I had taken my last glimpse of my home. I remembered the pained expression my father's face back then, it was enough to move me to tears without even knowing we were going to live in America from that moment on, never knowing when I would return.
It was painful.
A/N: ok...its really short and it sucks..but yea...the idea just came to me and my friend threatened me to write it! I was under pressure! I don't' know when I'll update the next chapter so I am very sorry if I never will. Not that anyone likes this anyway but please review! I would greatly appreciate it! and sorry about the other story that I had started but hasn't been finished yet....so very sorry..-__- .