Ok, this is my first attempt to write anything online, so please, if you
read this story and decide to review it, PLEASE PLEASE be nice. :)
I am truly not making any money off of this, I really don't think that none of us are, I'm just a poor college student that is bored and somewhat imaginative. So, read, and Enjoy!
Notes: Sometimes it will be point of view, sometimes it won't, depends on where the story takes me, I will write and update often, since I know what it is like to be in the middle of a really good story and to just be left hanging.
(Words with a day will be journal entries made by the character, and I think in this story each character will have his own, maybe. Words with ** means they will be personal thoughts. Also, I may throw in song lyrics so beware of those.)
Glass Vase
Chapter One: Lost Horizon
POV: Kurama
Tonight, as I sit here in the shadows of my room, lost in my own thoughts, I need you more than ever. The moon is high in the navy sky, and it's silver sheen reflects off of the glass vase sitting in the middle of my desk. A single wilted rose hangs limply from the mouth, spilling amber petals onto the brown mahogany wood. Why do I keep it then? Why do I keep this dead and useless thing, as if still vibrant and beautiful? Because, well because it was a gift... A gift from a thief; the thief who stole my most precious and coveted treasure... my heart.
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Sunday
Today is my last day of summer vacation. That means back to the books, and back to being mobbed everyday by a pack of overly hormonal charged girls, and of course the occasional boy, yet they are seldom ones to admit. Mother is down stairs with my stepfather and brother, I think they are watching tv, otherwise there are more people in the house than I had previously thought. Well, let me tell you about my day. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shinning brightly in the pristine sky, and the flowers and trees sang with happiness, aware of the incoming fall. We had a picnic in the park today, I think we were just celebrating our last day of freedom before having to go back to school.
Everything started out very cheery, happy, and just carefree... then the arguments started. Yusuke was fighting with Keiko again, she was yelling at him that he better show up on his first day of school, or else she would kick his ass; and of course Yusuke, never one to back down from anyone, said that he would think about it and that she should stop nagging him. She hit him with a dish full of food. I think that convinced him to think twice about arguing with a women.
Kuwabara was all over Yukina, as always. Giggling like an idiot whenever she would hand him a plate of food or a drink. She is totally oblivious to the fact that he is in love with her, but she thinks its all an act to make her laugh, which she does a lot of. Shizuru, as always, sitting under a tree, smoking a pack of cigarettes while beating her brother senseless. Koenma and Botan were both trying to see who could stuff the most food into their mouths before their jaw unhinged, surprisingly Botan won, and Koenma cried and demanded a rematch, that she should put her money where her mouth was. He lost.
And then, there was Hiei, dark as always. Sitting alone in the tree we were under, silently watching us with a dispassionate face. yet ever watchfull and protective of his twin, growling every time Kuwabara put his hand on her shoulder or held her delicate hand. He would look in my direction every once in a while, acknowledging my presence. He doesn't know that I'm watching him, at least I think he doesn't know. I don't know what I'm feeling, I want to be near him. I just wished he would come down and sit next to me, and least to eat. I always see Hiei eat, but not lately, not even sweet snow, as he so affectionately calls his ice cream. He's gotten thin, even thinner than he was. There are dark bags under his eyes, and his skin is pale. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he would just say, "It's none of your business, stupid fox." or "Stay out of it, nosy kitsune." I wish he would tell me, after all, I'm his best friend... aren't I?
To Be Continued....
So, what'd ya think so far? Should I keep going? Most likely I will, I like writing, it's fun. I don't know exactly how long this story will be, but it might be longer than ten chapters, I'm pretty sure of that, I don't think it will be an epic, maybe not just yet. But please review and tell me what you think of my novice writing!
I am truly not making any money off of this, I really don't think that none of us are, I'm just a poor college student that is bored and somewhat imaginative. So, read, and Enjoy!
Notes: Sometimes it will be point of view, sometimes it won't, depends on where the story takes me, I will write and update often, since I know what it is like to be in the middle of a really good story and to just be left hanging.
(Words with a day will be journal entries made by the character, and I think in this story each character will have his own, maybe. Words with ** means they will be personal thoughts. Also, I may throw in song lyrics so beware of those.)
Glass Vase
Chapter One: Lost Horizon
POV: Kurama
Tonight, as I sit here in the shadows of my room, lost in my own thoughts, I need you more than ever. The moon is high in the navy sky, and it's silver sheen reflects off of the glass vase sitting in the middle of my desk. A single wilted rose hangs limply from the mouth, spilling amber petals onto the brown mahogany wood. Why do I keep it then? Why do I keep this dead and useless thing, as if still vibrant and beautiful? Because, well because it was a gift... A gift from a thief; the thief who stole my most precious and coveted treasure... my heart.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sunday
Today is my last day of summer vacation. That means back to the books, and back to being mobbed everyday by a pack of overly hormonal charged girls, and of course the occasional boy, yet they are seldom ones to admit. Mother is down stairs with my stepfather and brother, I think they are watching tv, otherwise there are more people in the house than I had previously thought. Well, let me tell you about my day. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shinning brightly in the pristine sky, and the flowers and trees sang with happiness, aware of the incoming fall. We had a picnic in the park today, I think we were just celebrating our last day of freedom before having to go back to school.
Everything started out very cheery, happy, and just carefree... then the arguments started. Yusuke was fighting with Keiko again, she was yelling at him that he better show up on his first day of school, or else she would kick his ass; and of course Yusuke, never one to back down from anyone, said that he would think about it and that she should stop nagging him. She hit him with a dish full of food. I think that convinced him to think twice about arguing with a women.
Kuwabara was all over Yukina, as always. Giggling like an idiot whenever she would hand him a plate of food or a drink. She is totally oblivious to the fact that he is in love with her, but she thinks its all an act to make her laugh, which she does a lot of. Shizuru, as always, sitting under a tree, smoking a pack of cigarettes while beating her brother senseless. Koenma and Botan were both trying to see who could stuff the most food into their mouths before their jaw unhinged, surprisingly Botan won, and Koenma cried and demanded a rematch, that she should put her money where her mouth was. He lost.
And then, there was Hiei, dark as always. Sitting alone in the tree we were under, silently watching us with a dispassionate face. yet ever watchfull and protective of his twin, growling every time Kuwabara put his hand on her shoulder or held her delicate hand. He would look in my direction every once in a while, acknowledging my presence. He doesn't know that I'm watching him, at least I think he doesn't know. I don't know what I'm feeling, I want to be near him. I just wished he would come down and sit next to me, and least to eat. I always see Hiei eat, but not lately, not even sweet snow, as he so affectionately calls his ice cream. He's gotten thin, even thinner than he was. There are dark bags under his eyes, and his skin is pale. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he would just say, "It's none of your business, stupid fox." or "Stay out of it, nosy kitsune." I wish he would tell me, after all, I'm his best friend... aren't I?
To Be Continued....
So, what'd ya think so far? Should I keep going? Most likely I will, I like writing, it's fun. I don't know exactly how long this story will be, but it might be longer than ten chapters, I'm pretty sure of that, I don't think it will be an epic, maybe not just yet. But please review and tell me what you think of my novice writing!