I'm back! Back to the fanfic! My computer's been broken and my Bday's around the corner 1/31! My new fic! This story comes from my Visual Kei side. So if you don't like men dressing as women (like Mana from Malice Mizer) don't read it.
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Cold.
It gets kinda cold here in France sometimes. I rub my arms and look both ways.
Looking for him.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Alone.
Sad.
My curls blow in the wind limply. I frown more. My face feels damp.
Tears or rain?
Tears. I'm crying. Why? Is it because of him? Because I'm in love?
"Miss Isabella!" someone calls me. It's him. "You seem cold." He drapes a coat around my cold shoulders.
Don't stand so close.
I'm blushing.
My face feels warm. Blushing? I'm blushing? Or am I getting a fever?
"Isabella." he said. "are you sick?" I shake my head. I try not to speak much. My voice is very mannish.
I'm a 20 year old man after all.
"You never speak to me." I shook my head.
Oh, I really want to talk to you.
"It's because of my confession, isn't it? Because you don't love me back?"
I think I do love you
I want to be with you
Hold your hand
Run my fingers through your hair
Beautiful Gothic Lolita. That's my title.
He doesn't care.
He doesn't care for my title, just my loving him back.
I've known him since he came to Japan in the Spring time when I was younger. Raphael doesn't remember us.
He doesn't remember Isabella.
Just Yutaka.
He lays me on his bed and starts kissing my neck. He tries to unlace my dress but I stop him. I try to speak but I remember not to.
He continues to undress me.
Kissing lower until he gets to the silk panties.
"Isabella…" he says in surprise. I pull away from him and blush.
"I love you." I say to him. "Remember Yutaka?"
"Yu-kun." He kisses my cheek and we embrace.
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Do you like that, my perver-- I mean readers? Review if you want me to continue… Mana rules!
