So very sorry for the long long delay. . . But thanks to Kikyou . . I have become inspired again!! Thanks!! J And thanks for the title too!! J
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Dearest
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Chapter 4: Disappearence
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Omi and Makoto walked out the bike, leaving Aya, Ken and Yoji staring after the two, their mouths gaping with surprise. Makoto wrapped her slender arms around his waist as they sped off into the night.
Feeling that she really did not want to go anywhere, Omi offered, "How about a movie or something? You could probably use a break." He felt her head shake into his back and he spun around the corner, heading back towards the flower shop.
Once inside, Omi showed her to an unoccupied room, shut the door, pulled up a stool and sat, his fingers tapping away at his laptop. 'Makoto Kino,' he thought. 'What's your history? Why are they after you?'
Hours passed as Omi typed, ignoring his surroundings. He was concentrating do much that he did not even hear the other three come in, bid him g'night and head to bed themselves. He woke the next morning with his head on his shoulder and the computer asleep. "Huh?" he said as the light poured into face.
"Good morning' sleepyhead," Yoji said as he walked by. {AN: ironic eh?}
"Y--Yoji?" he said, his mouth dry. "What time is it?"
"Almost two. We've got work to do now get up!"
Omi complied half-heartedly. Rubbing his eyes, he turned and pushed open the door behind him. "Mako-chan? You awake?" He suddenly jumped.
She was gone. . .
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Sorry!! I know it was short!! I'm sorry!! I'll write more next time, I promise!!
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Dearest
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Chapter 4: Disappearence
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Omi and Makoto walked out the bike, leaving Aya, Ken and Yoji staring after the two, their mouths gaping with surprise. Makoto wrapped her slender arms around his waist as they sped off into the night.
Feeling that she really did not want to go anywhere, Omi offered, "How about a movie or something? You could probably use a break." He felt her head shake into his back and he spun around the corner, heading back towards the flower shop.
Once inside, Omi showed her to an unoccupied room, shut the door, pulled up a stool and sat, his fingers tapping away at his laptop. 'Makoto Kino,' he thought. 'What's your history? Why are they after you?'
Hours passed as Omi typed, ignoring his surroundings. He was concentrating do much that he did not even hear the other three come in, bid him g'night and head to bed themselves. He woke the next morning with his head on his shoulder and the computer asleep. "Huh?" he said as the light poured into face.
"Good morning' sleepyhead," Yoji said as he walked by. {AN: ironic eh?}
"Y--Yoji?" he said, his mouth dry. "What time is it?"
"Almost two. We've got work to do now get up!"
Omi complied half-heartedly. Rubbing his eyes, he turned and pushed open the door behind him. "Mako-chan? You awake?" He suddenly jumped.
She was gone. . .
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Sorry!! I know it was short!! I'm sorry!! I'll write more next time, I promise!!