Note- to my dearest friend.... i know that i have not worked on this story
and i blame it on myself. I gave no effort and had no motivation to write.
Considering that college had started. Since this is my first story, I figure that I may as well finish it. I know that it is best to finish things that have already been started... and this is one of the things that
I plan to finish. I also plan to finish college -_- go figure... One day, I would want to be able to say, "Hey, I wrote a complete short story." and have people to go read it. So, before this chapter starts... this story is
going to be my accomplishment. And hopefully a motivation/inspiration to others to finish uncomplete stories. This story is dedicated to the one and only Mandybean!!!
Regretful Past
Chapter 1 - Where?
Running down the streets of Tokyo, a worried blond tries unsuccessfully to catch her breath. Her once neatly combed hair in two meatball buns with hair as streamers is now in disarray. Propping herself up against the building next to her, she wonders why in hells name she is on this wild goose chase. The thing that disturbed her the most was why her friend couldn't have gone to her, but instead used those vicious words. The words "Usagi Tsukino! I never want to see your face again!" would be very devastating to someone-that someone being Usagi. Having caught her breath, thoughts of where her best friend might be flood through her mind.
***Somewhere else in Tokyo***
Another blond, one who looked almost exactly like Usagi-except half her hair was held up by a huge red bow-ran aimlessly until she knew her friend wouldn't catch up to her. Like her friend, she too was out of breath. Wandering the city, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in a glistening slab of granite wall. Undoing the red bow from her hair, she walked to the nearest trash bin she saw. Before completing the action of tossing in the red bow, her forearm tenses, causing her to hesitate. Thoughts start running through her mind. Mina! No! Don't do this! It is a precious gift from your dear friend; it has significant meaning! But then vile and hate-filled thoughts begin to pour in. But look at what she did to you. Is she even your friend? A friend would never do such things. After many minutes of contemplating and debating with herself, the thought of Usagi being her ex-best friend caused her to drop the red bow in the trash. Not wanting to see the once-precious gift fall into the trash bin, Mina turned quickly and walked away without any remorse. Unbeknownst to her, there was an orphaned child watching as the red bow fluttered into the depths of the trash bin.
***Coffee Shop***
"Cream with that sir?" "Hn." came the response. Considering this wasn't your typical response from a customer, the waitress was taken aback. "Pardon me sir?" Usually the tall unruly brown haired man's grunts would send people into Oblivion. This waitress was just not getting the hint to leave him be. Instead of a grunt this time, he sent her his most infamous death glare, one that would normally send people to hell and never back. The waitress, finally getting the message, stepped away from the man, accidentally bumping into someone in the process. "I'm sorry, excuse me." she mumbled. Now that there was no one to bother him, he was at peace to let his train of thoughts flow through his mind. There are so many things to do in so little time. Work is occupying my time; time I could be using to build better usable and purchasable computers.Work. Work meant you got paid. Hiiro Yui was a computer technician. Ever since he was little, all he wanted to do was tinker with computers. Computers were his best friends. This pas week, it seemed like every company was having issues with their computers. Once Hiiro consumed the last drops of his coffee, he tossed change on to the table and prepared to leave. The shrill of his cell phone caught his attention. "Yui here." "Good evening Hiiro. Sorry to bother you, but there was an urgent call from the Dianthus company. Apparently, their entire computer system is down. I'm sending you there bright and early tomorrow at 6 to help fix the system." "Hn," came the response, meaning that he'll be there. "Alright then, have a good evening." That had been the fourth urgent phone call he received this week. While walking back to his apartment, five blocks away from the intricate coffee shop, Hiiro spotted a young girl picking up a brilliant red bow from a trash bin. Not thinking much of it, he strode back to his apartment and unwound his days worth of stress by taking a cool shower.
***In a dark Alley***
As the young girl walked into the familiar alley way, she looked around for a place to rest for the evening. Not realizing that she was being followed, she continued her walk. Just as she was about to turn, someone from behind seized her. "AHHHHHH!!!" came a piercing shriek. She wailed, "let go of me!" Out of nowhere, a fist came and made contact with her abdomen, making her crumble to the pavement. "Be quiet you little...." but before he could finish he was down on the ground in pain. Seeing the man reach for his gun, the little girl told her rescuer to run. But before she knew it, the man was on the ground again. "Never, ever do that to any one again or I'll come back and bring justice to you!" The person set the man loose and began to saunter away. The little girl, seeing that her savior was leaving, yelled out, "What's your name mister?" "My name is Maxwell. Duo Maxwell." He winked at the child and once walked away.
***Grrr...***
It was late. Most people were already asleep and getting ready for the next day. However, one frustrated blond was still up and walking. She was just about to pass out, considering she hadn't eaten since lunch. Knowing that this was bad, she decided it was time to go home and retire to her bed. While walking back to her apartment, she saw a young girl with blond hair sleeping on a bench. Poor girl, whatever happened to her... she continued her walk and found herself back at her apartment. Right before hitting the bed, she undid her meatball buns and decided to sleep on her problems, hoping that they would all go away by morning.
Considering that college had started. Since this is my first story, I figure that I may as well finish it. I know that it is best to finish things that have already been started... and this is one of the things that
I plan to finish. I also plan to finish college -_- go figure... One day, I would want to be able to say, "Hey, I wrote a complete short story." and have people to go read it. So, before this chapter starts... this story is
going to be my accomplishment. And hopefully a motivation/inspiration to others to finish uncomplete stories. This story is dedicated to the one and only Mandybean!!!
Regretful Past
Chapter 1 - Where?
Running down the streets of Tokyo, a worried blond tries unsuccessfully to catch her breath. Her once neatly combed hair in two meatball buns with hair as streamers is now in disarray. Propping herself up against the building next to her, she wonders why in hells name she is on this wild goose chase. The thing that disturbed her the most was why her friend couldn't have gone to her, but instead used those vicious words. The words "Usagi Tsukino! I never want to see your face again!" would be very devastating to someone-that someone being Usagi. Having caught her breath, thoughts of where her best friend might be flood through her mind.
***Somewhere else in Tokyo***
Another blond, one who looked almost exactly like Usagi-except half her hair was held up by a huge red bow-ran aimlessly until she knew her friend wouldn't catch up to her. Like her friend, she too was out of breath. Wandering the city, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in a glistening slab of granite wall. Undoing the red bow from her hair, she walked to the nearest trash bin she saw. Before completing the action of tossing in the red bow, her forearm tenses, causing her to hesitate. Thoughts start running through her mind. Mina! No! Don't do this! It is a precious gift from your dear friend; it has significant meaning! But then vile and hate-filled thoughts begin to pour in. But look at what she did to you. Is she even your friend? A friend would never do such things. After many minutes of contemplating and debating with herself, the thought of Usagi being her ex-best friend caused her to drop the red bow in the trash. Not wanting to see the once-precious gift fall into the trash bin, Mina turned quickly and walked away without any remorse. Unbeknownst to her, there was an orphaned child watching as the red bow fluttered into the depths of the trash bin.
***Coffee Shop***
"Cream with that sir?" "Hn." came the response. Considering this wasn't your typical response from a customer, the waitress was taken aback. "Pardon me sir?" Usually the tall unruly brown haired man's grunts would send people into Oblivion. This waitress was just not getting the hint to leave him be. Instead of a grunt this time, he sent her his most infamous death glare, one that would normally send people to hell and never back. The waitress, finally getting the message, stepped away from the man, accidentally bumping into someone in the process. "I'm sorry, excuse me." she mumbled. Now that there was no one to bother him, he was at peace to let his train of thoughts flow through his mind. There are so many things to do in so little time. Work is occupying my time; time I could be using to build better usable and purchasable computers.Work. Work meant you got paid. Hiiro Yui was a computer technician. Ever since he was little, all he wanted to do was tinker with computers. Computers were his best friends. This pas week, it seemed like every company was having issues with their computers. Once Hiiro consumed the last drops of his coffee, he tossed change on to the table and prepared to leave. The shrill of his cell phone caught his attention. "Yui here." "Good evening Hiiro. Sorry to bother you, but there was an urgent call from the Dianthus company. Apparently, their entire computer system is down. I'm sending you there bright and early tomorrow at 6 to help fix the system." "Hn," came the response, meaning that he'll be there. "Alright then, have a good evening." That had been the fourth urgent phone call he received this week. While walking back to his apartment, five blocks away from the intricate coffee shop, Hiiro spotted a young girl picking up a brilliant red bow from a trash bin. Not thinking much of it, he strode back to his apartment and unwound his days worth of stress by taking a cool shower.
***In a dark Alley***
As the young girl walked into the familiar alley way, she looked around for a place to rest for the evening. Not realizing that she was being followed, she continued her walk. Just as she was about to turn, someone from behind seized her. "AHHHHHH!!!" came a piercing shriek. She wailed, "let go of me!" Out of nowhere, a fist came and made contact with her abdomen, making her crumble to the pavement. "Be quiet you little...." but before he could finish he was down on the ground in pain. Seeing the man reach for his gun, the little girl told her rescuer to run. But before she knew it, the man was on the ground again. "Never, ever do that to any one again or I'll come back and bring justice to you!" The person set the man loose and began to saunter away. The little girl, seeing that her savior was leaving, yelled out, "What's your name mister?" "My name is Maxwell. Duo Maxwell." He winked at the child and once walked away.
***Grrr...***
It was late. Most people were already asleep and getting ready for the next day. However, one frustrated blond was still up and walking. She was just about to pass out, considering she hadn't eaten since lunch. Knowing that this was bad, she decided it was time to go home and retire to her bed. While walking back to her apartment, she saw a young girl with blond hair sleeping on a bench. Poor girl, whatever happened to her... she continued her walk and found herself back at her apartment. Right before hitting the bed, she undid her meatball buns and decided to sleep on her problems, hoping that they would all go away by morning.