A goody for those who like to copy down stories and tweak em' to fit their
needs. (on Seta Soujiro)
No, no.. They all were cruel and weak, and yet how I mourn for them.....
A young brown haired brown eyed boy awoke from his slumber, to feel a wettness on his pillow.
Tears, but how? How could he, Soujiro Seta the one who went through all those years suppresing those emotions, be crying within his dreams? He glanced out a window, a gateway to a seemingly nother' demension, above the Sea of Lost Souls. Even though it's name was harsh the sea had it's beauty. The green of the water sparkled while the azure blue shimmered with each sand splashing wave. Soujiro was somehow calmed and soothed through the ruccus of it all. Then within the fine compartment of the little room he had rented, he wrapped up the futon and dressed in his white polo and blue gi (or was it a hanbok, no wait, that's korean clothing.. ).
He then walked out of the room as though nothing had happened, even though Soujiro was a little disturbed.
Soujiro: " Ohayo Gozaimasu Mr. Tanaka."
Mr. Tanaka: " Oh, Ohayo to you too, Mr. Soujiro, have a good sleep?"
Soujiro: " Yes, quite, the sea right next to my room is very soothing."
Mr. Tanaka: : Ah yes, the sea, one of the finest rooms you rented there."
Soujiro: " So, how much would that be that I would owe you"
Mr. Tanaka: " That would be 43 yen."
Soujiro pulls out the money from a sack, hands it to Mr. Tanaka and heads out of the shop after bowing and saying his thanks and goodbyes.
He headed out towards the horse barn where he left his steed Ki Ki.
Soujiro: " Come on Ki Ki, we must get these pastries to Mr. Shishio, before he gets angry."
And with that he mounted and left to Makoto's secret cave.
Short and boring, but necessary, so R and R and please type to me toshikoy13hotmail.com I need at least 4 opinions before I type another chapter, and I promise the next is going to be sweet. Cause' our little Seta is going to bump into a certain little blonde in which I created her on my own. -' X
No, no.. They all were cruel and weak, and yet how I mourn for them.....
A young brown haired brown eyed boy awoke from his slumber, to feel a wettness on his pillow.
Tears, but how? How could he, Soujiro Seta the one who went through all those years suppresing those emotions, be crying within his dreams? He glanced out a window, a gateway to a seemingly nother' demension, above the Sea of Lost Souls. Even though it's name was harsh the sea had it's beauty. The green of the water sparkled while the azure blue shimmered with each sand splashing wave. Soujiro was somehow calmed and soothed through the ruccus of it all. Then within the fine compartment of the little room he had rented, he wrapped up the futon and dressed in his white polo and blue gi (or was it a hanbok, no wait, that's korean clothing.. ).
He then walked out of the room as though nothing had happened, even though Soujiro was a little disturbed.
Soujiro: " Ohayo Gozaimasu Mr. Tanaka."
Mr. Tanaka: " Oh, Ohayo to you too, Mr. Soujiro, have a good sleep?"
Soujiro: " Yes, quite, the sea right next to my room is very soothing."
Mr. Tanaka: : Ah yes, the sea, one of the finest rooms you rented there."
Soujiro: " So, how much would that be that I would owe you"
Mr. Tanaka: " That would be 43 yen."
Soujiro pulls out the money from a sack, hands it to Mr. Tanaka and heads out of the shop after bowing and saying his thanks and goodbyes.
He headed out towards the horse barn where he left his steed Ki Ki.
Soujiro: " Come on Ki Ki, we must get these pastries to Mr. Shishio, before he gets angry."
And with that he mounted and left to Makoto's secret cave.
Short and boring, but necessary, so R and R and please type to me toshikoy13hotmail.com I need at least 4 opinions before I type another chapter, and I promise the next is going to be sweet. Cause' our little Seta is going to bump into a certain little blonde in which I created her on my own. -' X