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Fragmented Dreams Chapter 3
'It's always the same routine,' Misao thought, bored already even though it was early morning. Another slow day had begun at the Aoiya. The sun was shining and the first traces of summer were revealing themselves. Misao stood near the doorway dressed in a pink kimono showered with sakura blossoms and tied back with a lavender obi. She gave everyone who entered a perfunctory greeting, completely unenthusiastic, but extremely polite. Although she did not particularly enjoy the hot, stickiness of summer, she preferred it over the snowy, icy winters that always reminded her of. . .
Once the rush of the morning had died down, Misao wanted to leave. She informed Okon that she was going to go out for a while.
"Where are you going to go, Misao-chan?" Okon inquired.
"Umm. I'm not really sure, just out. Did you need something?"
"Iie, it's all right. But please come back before the dinner rush starts - we will need all the help we can get."
"Sure." Misao nonchalantly exited the building, taking with her a white parasol decorated with soft flowers.
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Once she stepped into the main road, she looked about irresolutely until she was sure that no one was watching her leave. She took minute steps in her confining kimono towards the rows of shops that lined the street. She walked past all of the tiny shops and continued with a sudden determination. She didn't make eye contact with anyone and tried to keep her head down to avoid any attention.
She finally reached her destination, away from the bustling streets, where she had broken into a lush, verdant meadow, the tall grass swaying rhythmically to the sweet lullaby of a gentle breeze. The rows of sakura trees nearby were not in bloom, but still beautiful to see.
Misao could imagine them covered flowers, creamy white and pastel pink petals dancing silently in the air, swirling around a lone man walking down a row of trees. He had seemed to be meditating, walking alone and deep in thought. A young girl dressed in a skimpy ninja outfit was sprinting towards him, her long, thick braid swinging in time with her strides, sometimes hitting her back.
Misao shook her head, returning to the present. 'Why do I put myself through these memories over and over?' She was so immersed in her reverie that she failed to notice the man observing her from afar, his deep eyes missing nothing, but reflecting sadness.
A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry about the shortness and lateness of the chapter, but please review! I also want to say thank you to those that did review: Sweet-Innocence, JJ, hannah taylor, and Ange.
Fragmented Dreams Chapter 3
'It's always the same routine,' Misao thought, bored already even though it was early morning. Another slow day had begun at the Aoiya. The sun was shining and the first traces of summer were revealing themselves. Misao stood near the doorway dressed in a pink kimono showered with sakura blossoms and tied back with a lavender obi. She gave everyone who entered a perfunctory greeting, completely unenthusiastic, but extremely polite. Although she did not particularly enjoy the hot, stickiness of summer, she preferred it over the snowy, icy winters that always reminded her of. . .
Once the rush of the morning had died down, Misao wanted to leave. She informed Okon that she was going to go out for a while.
"Where are you going to go, Misao-chan?" Okon inquired.
"Umm. I'm not really sure, just out. Did you need something?"
"Iie, it's all right. But please come back before the dinner rush starts - we will need all the help we can get."
"Sure." Misao nonchalantly exited the building, taking with her a white parasol decorated with soft flowers.
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Once she stepped into the main road, she looked about irresolutely until she was sure that no one was watching her leave. She took minute steps in her confining kimono towards the rows of shops that lined the street. She walked past all of the tiny shops and continued with a sudden determination. She didn't make eye contact with anyone and tried to keep her head down to avoid any attention.
She finally reached her destination, away from the bustling streets, where she had broken into a lush, verdant meadow, the tall grass swaying rhythmically to the sweet lullaby of a gentle breeze. The rows of sakura trees nearby were not in bloom, but still beautiful to see.
Misao could imagine them covered flowers, creamy white and pastel pink petals dancing silently in the air, swirling around a lone man walking down a row of trees. He had seemed to be meditating, walking alone and deep in thought. A young girl dressed in a skimpy ninja outfit was sprinting towards him, her long, thick braid swinging in time with her strides, sometimes hitting her back.
Misao shook her head, returning to the present. 'Why do I put myself through these memories over and over?' She was so immersed in her reverie that she failed to notice the man observing her from afar, his deep eyes missing nothing, but reflecting sadness.
A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry about the shortness and lateness of the chapter, but please review! I also want to say thank you to those that did review: Sweet-Innocence, JJ, hannah taylor, and Ange.