Dreams of the Dead
Chapter 1- Dreams of Broadway
By Misao's Angel
"You ungrateful bitch!" He raised his large, dry hand struck my face.
"I am nice enough to take care of you, make sure you're fed... and what do you do? Brake my merchandise! Now go buy our dinner, and your not having any of it."
"Yes sir." I said rubbing my red, swelling cheek.
There was nothing I could do about it. He fed Soujiro and I, he kept a roof above our heads... Well most nights anyway. Unless, of course, we did something terrible. Then we slept outside. But, Soujiro is sickly. He can't take sleeping out side every night. He'll die. That's why we have to act our best. But I promised him that we would find a new place one day. A place were I won't have to lose my innocence bit by bit just to sleep in a building. But that dream seems unreachable now. As my father, he has control over my life. And ever since my mother left, I've been her replacement. Well I wouldn't want to return late... I should be going now.
I left for the local supermarket down the street. But that "street" was a highway. I ran down the thin lining that outlines the street. Sure there were other, easier to reach markets, but I needed to reach this one. -He- was sometimes at that one.
When I made it to the crosswalk, I walked down the familiar star-lined block. It was always a hobby of mine to look down and read those stars. I memorized all of them, all of the names, jobs, and the order they would appear if one came from where I did. Broadway always fascinated me, the idea of forgetting everything you ever were to be come an entirely different person just for one night, to have entirely different experiences, and thoughts towards the world. On Broadway, life seemed so careless. I mean, the characters could just sing and smile in a myriad of colors and costumes, when the world is really so corrupt. No real person could ever manage that.
My dad never let us watch Broadway, but I was so fascinated by the hanging lights and statues over the building that one night I snuck away after he slept with his wallet to watch it. It was so beautiful, how all of the characters danced and sung in unison, faces decorated, costumes shining... It was like watching a painting sing. Though, when I returned, he was awakened by the noise. And as expected I was horribly beaten. But this time it was worth it. I made a silent vow that I would become an actor in one of these beautiful paintings when I finally leave that place. Only two more years and I'm free. But can I survive those two years?
The cool night air was crisp, and a rare moment of silence was lingering around the lighted buildings. I stared up at the star-lit sky, and admired the beauty. When I reached the market at the end of the block, my eyes searched the store for any site of him. I started by the liquor, he was not a drinker, but it is always best to look where you'd least expect first. No. He wasn't there. Then my eyes wandered towards the dairy, then the candy and chip aisles. No such luck. I quickly scanned the entirety of the small market, but no sign of him. I sighed, and prepared to enter, when I felt a soft hand placed on my back.
"Hey."
It was him. I looked up at his cold yet deep icy eyes, staring at me with a strange warmth one wouldn't expect from such light-colored things. But that warmth was always there. His hair was neatly cut, except his bangs; falling slightly over his eyes, ruff and un-even, but parted in the middle revealing a small portion of his forehead. His face was beautiful, illumined with the light of my happiness. He had very defined, hard cheekbones, and a tall, lean, yet slightly muscular body. He had a strange quality to him, he could easily disappear amongst a crowd, hiding in the shadows with amazing stealth, but he could also glow against the darkness of the night, impossible to miss.
"Aoshi-san! I didn't see you!"
"I saw you. I guess you weren't looking in the right direction." He replied, his face impassive... as always. He never smiled.
"Aoshi, I-I..." oh boy. This is going to be hard to say, but Soujiro needs him. I need him... "Do you... can you... There is something I need to tell you."
"What is it Misao?"
I glanced up at the clock on the wall in the market. Oh no, it was getting late, and if I was too late... well lets just not be late. I'll tell him later.
"Meet me tomorrow by the theater at 11:00. I will tell you then."
"Alright. I will meet you then."
So I bought the ingredients for that night's dinner. But was two minutes late. I hope Soujiro can survive the cold for just one more night...
Hey guys! This story will be very serious, and yes I know it sucks. But tell me about it please 'cause I will not continue until I receive 10 reviews! This is because I almost feel that people don't even like my stories, so why should I even try? But anyhoo, REVIEW PLEASE!!!! PLEASE! And if anyone finds spelling or grammatical errors, please don't hesitate to tell me.
Chapter 1- Dreams of Broadway
By Misao's Angel
"You ungrateful bitch!" He raised his large, dry hand struck my face.
"I am nice enough to take care of you, make sure you're fed... and what do you do? Brake my merchandise! Now go buy our dinner, and your not having any of it."
"Yes sir." I said rubbing my red, swelling cheek.
There was nothing I could do about it. He fed Soujiro and I, he kept a roof above our heads... Well most nights anyway. Unless, of course, we did something terrible. Then we slept outside. But, Soujiro is sickly. He can't take sleeping out side every night. He'll die. That's why we have to act our best. But I promised him that we would find a new place one day. A place were I won't have to lose my innocence bit by bit just to sleep in a building. But that dream seems unreachable now. As my father, he has control over my life. And ever since my mother left, I've been her replacement. Well I wouldn't want to return late... I should be going now.
I left for the local supermarket down the street. But that "street" was a highway. I ran down the thin lining that outlines the street. Sure there were other, easier to reach markets, but I needed to reach this one. -He- was sometimes at that one.
When I made it to the crosswalk, I walked down the familiar star-lined block. It was always a hobby of mine to look down and read those stars. I memorized all of them, all of the names, jobs, and the order they would appear if one came from where I did. Broadway always fascinated me, the idea of forgetting everything you ever were to be come an entirely different person just for one night, to have entirely different experiences, and thoughts towards the world. On Broadway, life seemed so careless. I mean, the characters could just sing and smile in a myriad of colors and costumes, when the world is really so corrupt. No real person could ever manage that.
My dad never let us watch Broadway, but I was so fascinated by the hanging lights and statues over the building that one night I snuck away after he slept with his wallet to watch it. It was so beautiful, how all of the characters danced and sung in unison, faces decorated, costumes shining... It was like watching a painting sing. Though, when I returned, he was awakened by the noise. And as expected I was horribly beaten. But this time it was worth it. I made a silent vow that I would become an actor in one of these beautiful paintings when I finally leave that place. Only two more years and I'm free. But can I survive those two years?
The cool night air was crisp, and a rare moment of silence was lingering around the lighted buildings. I stared up at the star-lit sky, and admired the beauty. When I reached the market at the end of the block, my eyes searched the store for any site of him. I started by the liquor, he was not a drinker, but it is always best to look where you'd least expect first. No. He wasn't there. Then my eyes wandered towards the dairy, then the candy and chip aisles. No such luck. I quickly scanned the entirety of the small market, but no sign of him. I sighed, and prepared to enter, when I felt a soft hand placed on my back.
"Hey."
It was him. I looked up at his cold yet deep icy eyes, staring at me with a strange warmth one wouldn't expect from such light-colored things. But that warmth was always there. His hair was neatly cut, except his bangs; falling slightly over his eyes, ruff and un-even, but parted in the middle revealing a small portion of his forehead. His face was beautiful, illumined with the light of my happiness. He had very defined, hard cheekbones, and a tall, lean, yet slightly muscular body. He had a strange quality to him, he could easily disappear amongst a crowd, hiding in the shadows with amazing stealth, but he could also glow against the darkness of the night, impossible to miss.
"Aoshi-san! I didn't see you!"
"I saw you. I guess you weren't looking in the right direction." He replied, his face impassive... as always. He never smiled.
"Aoshi, I-I..." oh boy. This is going to be hard to say, but Soujiro needs him. I need him... "Do you... can you... There is something I need to tell you."
"What is it Misao?"
I glanced up at the clock on the wall in the market. Oh no, it was getting late, and if I was too late... well lets just not be late. I'll tell him later.
"Meet me tomorrow by the theater at 11:00. I will tell you then."
"Alright. I will meet you then."
So I bought the ingredients for that night's dinner. But was two minutes late. I hope Soujiro can survive the cold for just one more night...
Hey guys! This story will be very serious, and yes I know it sucks. But tell me about it please 'cause I will not continue until I receive 10 reviews! This is because I almost feel that people don't even like my stories, so why should I even try? But anyhoo, REVIEW PLEASE!!!! PLEASE! And if anyone finds spelling or grammatical errors, please don't hesitate to tell me.