September 24, 2003 @ 10 pm. Alright everyone, 2 1/2 hours til I'm 18!!! Weep for me as that time approaches. I'll start raisining soon, turning all wrinkley and, oh, all the thoughts, I just can't bear them all...
And I'm just getting over a cold. I had a bloody nose today and all this bloody jelly stuff came out and I showed it to my sister.... But she didn't much care for it.
*think happy thoughts!*
Thanks to you two lovely people for reviewing my latest chapter.
Lilpuppydog....that is ur name, isn't it? You're my first reader that's reviewed me more than once! So, you're my favorite!
Mmm.... Suppose I'll start on with this chapter now...#6....right...
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Chapter 6
Arashi sat head hung in his hands on the edge of the couch. Yukari thought she saw his shoulders shake every now but went against a try at comforting him. She was too shaken up herself to even attempt. She stood in the middle of the room, trembling, breathing hard, and making an effort to not let any more tears from escaping.
No matter how quiet silence is it was growing louder with every breathing breath. A gasp escaped Yukari's throat when Arashi got up and slammed his fist into the wall. Without even one word he left her to stare at the chipped paint he had caused.
Yukari looked around the Studio, gazing at everything she'd seen so many times before but right then seemed so new. She said bye to the only place she ever felt herself in. And bye to the extravagant people she had grown to love so fondly.
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A week went by. Yukari strayed away from the Studio no matter how many times she was tempted into running in a pleading for forgiveness. Even Hiro kept his distance. Every now and then he would smile a hello from across the hall but nothing more.
Yukari felt herself draining into nothing. Her nights were sleepless and her days filled with agonizing thoughts. Even her mother started to worry about her but Yukari pushed her worrisome words aside.
One day she walked by one of the material stores they had all gone to, to pick the fabric of the dress for the school contest. She went inside and the sight of all the rolls of fabric overwhelmed her. She went to the wall where the bunny print material Miwako was so fixated on making Alice something with made her tear up. She tried to laugh at this childish emotion but a smile could not make its way to her lips.
When she heard an ever-familiar voice question her name her chest felt like it were caving in. She turned around and there was Isabella staring at her, looking as wrecked as Yukari. Yukari found herself being buried into Isabella's chest. She could tell Isabella was crying into her hair just as she was into her dress.
"I've missed you." The words came out muffled as her voice was drowned in the layers of fabric it took just to make the top of Isabella's dress.
"Oh, how I've missed you too. Everyone does."
Yukari looked up, her watery eyes widened as if she felt like this was too much to hope for. "Miwako? And George?"
Isabella gave a small laugh to her eagerness. "They do. Though they don't say it, I've never seen them looking as miserable as they do."
"What about Arashi?"
She frowned at the mention of his name. "I haven't seen him since before the incident. I'm awfully worried about him."
"Me too." Yukari said quietly.
"George and Miwako are at the Studio now. You should come with me and we'll go see them."
Yukari shook her head. "I can't. I've... done too much to . . " She sighed. "I just don't want to be thrown out again."
Isabella nodded, slowly. "I understand. Well, I should be going." She made to leave but turned around and saw Yukari was still staring at her. "I'd like it if you would visit me sometime."
Yukari smiled. "I will."
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Isabella walked through the Studio's door to see Miwako sipping tea drearily at the counter and George trying to look intent upon sewing a bodice together but failing miserably. Even George, who always looked like he cared about nothing, he kept messing up his work, which he never does. His expression was dismal though he fell under a great temper each time a stitch went out of place.
"I ran into Carrie just a little while ago." Isabella made her presence known.
Miwako turned to look at her with wondering eyes. George attempted to make so hint of being interested but failed when his hands slipped with the needle and he jabbed his hand causing him to curse with irritation.
"The poor thing looks absolutely terrible. She says she misses you both." She laid her things on the table and went to make some tea for herself. "I told her she should come here with me but she thought she would be intruding."
"Fricken right bout that." George put his stuff down and got out of his chair to go to the bathroom.
"I miss her, too." Miwako whispered over her cup as soon as George was out of the room.
Isabella smiled and walked over to the small figure and put her hand on her back. Miwako looked up to Isabella. "I don't want to lose her over this. I'll give Arashi up if they really want to be together." Miwako's eyebrows furrowed, as her eyes grew teary.
"I think it would be best if you told her that yourself. I'm sure she would be glad to hear from you." Isabella's motherly nature took over as she smiled, sympathetically, down at Miwako.
George came back out of the bathroom with a wet piece of paper towel around his finger. He looked over to see Isabella comforting Miwako. "What happened?" He asked.
Miwako shook her head and turned back to her cup of tea. Isabella looked at George with a knowing shine in her eyes.
"Forget it." He said and sat back down and seemed to begin his work again but didn't bother to pick up the needle.
Not much happened that night in the Studio or the days to follow. Pieces of it were missing now and as a puzzle goes, if you have missing pieces it can't be finished.
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Whew, finally finished this.... A week later. Ok, I got one more idea for this lil story but after that I think this may be the end! So unless someone else out there has an idea I could stick in the story I think it's gonna end! It's sad I know but you know what they say. All things must come to an end.... I can wiggle meh toes!
PEASH!
And I'm just getting over a cold. I had a bloody nose today and all this bloody jelly stuff came out and I showed it to my sister.... But she didn't much care for it.
*think happy thoughts!*
Thanks to you two lovely people for reviewing my latest chapter.
Lilpuppydog....that is ur name, isn't it? You're my first reader that's reviewed me more than once! So, you're my favorite!
Mmm.... Suppose I'll start on with this chapter now...#6....right...
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Chapter 6
Arashi sat head hung in his hands on the edge of the couch. Yukari thought she saw his shoulders shake every now but went against a try at comforting him. She was too shaken up herself to even attempt. She stood in the middle of the room, trembling, breathing hard, and making an effort to not let any more tears from escaping.
No matter how quiet silence is it was growing louder with every breathing breath. A gasp escaped Yukari's throat when Arashi got up and slammed his fist into the wall. Without even one word he left her to stare at the chipped paint he had caused.
Yukari looked around the Studio, gazing at everything she'd seen so many times before but right then seemed so new. She said bye to the only place she ever felt herself in. And bye to the extravagant people she had grown to love so fondly.
~~~~~
A week went by. Yukari strayed away from the Studio no matter how many times she was tempted into running in a pleading for forgiveness. Even Hiro kept his distance. Every now and then he would smile a hello from across the hall but nothing more.
Yukari felt herself draining into nothing. Her nights were sleepless and her days filled with agonizing thoughts. Even her mother started to worry about her but Yukari pushed her worrisome words aside.
One day she walked by one of the material stores they had all gone to, to pick the fabric of the dress for the school contest. She went inside and the sight of all the rolls of fabric overwhelmed her. She went to the wall where the bunny print material Miwako was so fixated on making Alice something with made her tear up. She tried to laugh at this childish emotion but a smile could not make its way to her lips.
When she heard an ever-familiar voice question her name her chest felt like it were caving in. She turned around and there was Isabella staring at her, looking as wrecked as Yukari. Yukari found herself being buried into Isabella's chest. She could tell Isabella was crying into her hair just as she was into her dress.
"I've missed you." The words came out muffled as her voice was drowned in the layers of fabric it took just to make the top of Isabella's dress.
"Oh, how I've missed you too. Everyone does."
Yukari looked up, her watery eyes widened as if she felt like this was too much to hope for. "Miwako? And George?"
Isabella gave a small laugh to her eagerness. "They do. Though they don't say it, I've never seen them looking as miserable as they do."
"What about Arashi?"
She frowned at the mention of his name. "I haven't seen him since before the incident. I'm awfully worried about him."
"Me too." Yukari said quietly.
"George and Miwako are at the Studio now. You should come with me and we'll go see them."
Yukari shook her head. "I can't. I've... done too much to . . " She sighed. "I just don't want to be thrown out again."
Isabella nodded, slowly. "I understand. Well, I should be going." She made to leave but turned around and saw Yukari was still staring at her. "I'd like it if you would visit me sometime."
Yukari smiled. "I will."
~~~~~
Isabella walked through the Studio's door to see Miwako sipping tea drearily at the counter and George trying to look intent upon sewing a bodice together but failing miserably. Even George, who always looked like he cared about nothing, he kept messing up his work, which he never does. His expression was dismal though he fell under a great temper each time a stitch went out of place.
"I ran into Carrie just a little while ago." Isabella made her presence known.
Miwako turned to look at her with wondering eyes. George attempted to make so hint of being interested but failed when his hands slipped with the needle and he jabbed his hand causing him to curse with irritation.
"The poor thing looks absolutely terrible. She says she misses you both." She laid her things on the table and went to make some tea for herself. "I told her she should come here with me but she thought she would be intruding."
"Fricken right bout that." George put his stuff down and got out of his chair to go to the bathroom.
"I miss her, too." Miwako whispered over her cup as soon as George was out of the room.
Isabella smiled and walked over to the small figure and put her hand on her back. Miwako looked up to Isabella. "I don't want to lose her over this. I'll give Arashi up if they really want to be together." Miwako's eyebrows furrowed, as her eyes grew teary.
"I think it would be best if you told her that yourself. I'm sure she would be glad to hear from you." Isabella's motherly nature took over as she smiled, sympathetically, down at Miwako.
George came back out of the bathroom with a wet piece of paper towel around his finger. He looked over to see Isabella comforting Miwako. "What happened?" He asked.
Miwako shook her head and turned back to her cup of tea. Isabella looked at George with a knowing shine in her eyes.
"Forget it." He said and sat back down and seemed to begin his work again but didn't bother to pick up the needle.
Not much happened that night in the Studio or the days to follow. Pieces of it were missing now and as a puzzle goes, if you have missing pieces it can't be finished.
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Whew, finally finished this.... A week later. Ok, I got one more idea for this lil story but after that I think this may be the end! So unless someone else out there has an idea I could stick in the story I think it's gonna end! It's sad I know but you know what they say. All things must come to an end.... I can wiggle meh toes!
PEASH!