This is about Run Here My Dear. If you want to read 'Epilogue' please go back a Chapter.
Please be careful because i might have bored people to death with this...
Hi Everyone,
First, i thought i would switch it up and do this in Letter form. Why? I don't know. Second, I am aware that i said i would be taking a break from story writing. I still am, but i just wanted to finish this story because it is one less thing on my To Do List that seems to keep piling up. I truly am trying to get back into writing. Things are a lot worse now and i kind of realized that i cannot live without writing. I know this might sound stupid or what not, but i need writing to escape my problems even though you should NEVER do that. Running from your problems is never the answer, but right now i don't have a choice. If i don't run, i will drown in them.
So on a happier note, on Tuesday August 30th, 2011 i will be starting school.(yea!) Also for those who do not know (or care) i am on the tennis team and we have 3 to 4 games a weeks and i will tell you this now...I DON"T KNOW WHY WE HAVE SO MANY IN ONE WEEK! but it is kind of good cause that means we only have a 1 month season (yea!)
Back on topic Run Here My Dear is the next story i have chosen to write. Why? Because most of you asked me to continue it. Don't remember that? Well than you are free to visit chapter 12 in Do You Love Me? where are the bottom i have a short part. I literally wrote this in school because i had nothing better to do. So yea, now you know morningnight has no life and has to make up insane horrible stories about Mai getting almost killed to entertain herself.
Anyway the summary is on my profile like all the rest of my summaries are but if (like me) you are too lazy or have no interst in going to my profile, here is the summary anyway:
Mai has been working for Naru for over a year now. When Naru decides not to take anymore work from anyone, Mai is stuck making tea for Naru and to finish paperwork that never seems to end. One day John comes with a case that Naru cant resist. It's at an old church where people are being found hung on a cross, stabbed in the heart by seven knives, or wearing a crown of thorns. Only recently has a person gone missing. Once they arrive they are met by a wonderful priest who seems to know a little too much about the events and other things. Will May be able to survive?
I know it sounds weird and pointless, but hey, its the only thing i could come up with. I mean how many people write about a case in a church? Or a mall? or a...library? If you find one like that I BEG YOU TO TELL ME I AM WRONG! even if it is one story, and please let it be written or at least started before this one, cause i know someone is going to prove me wrote after reading this and the story was posted 3 weeks after i wrote this.
Also for those who did not know (which i am sure is all of you since i don't remember telling anyone) this story is right after the last case in Ghost Hunt. This has nothing to do with Head Games, Lost Love, or Do you Love me? I ended that there, mostly because i didn't want to go further. Three stories in a series is good enough for me. Now i get to start all over (yea!) That not i am making a sequel to this, i am just saying i get to start fresh.
...um for those who care i am listening to Who Made You King of Anything by Sara Bareilles and If I Die Young by The Band Perry. Why did i tell you this? cause i am running out of things to talk about...um what else... if anyone wants to read some of my original stories, i just found out about FictionPress where you can check them out...The link and stuff in on my profile along with a website called deviantART where i will post some of my pictures that i take. Just in case any of you were interested.
Alright now what you have all been waiting for:
Sneek Peek of Run Here My Dear.
The light flickered over the glass vases that rested on the empty table. Footsteps echoed through the thick darkness. A young woman appeared under the soft dim light. She reached out a touched the smooth glass of the vase before moving up and touching the soft surface of the flower. She sighed to herself as she wrapped her arms around the vase, holding them tightly in her arms. She lifted them from the table and began to walk towards the door. As she reached it, she used her hip to push open the door. One of her hands slipped and the vase fell to the floor, crashing around her.
"Damn it." she said to herself as she bent down and began to pick up the pieces. One of the shards cut into her, releasing a crimson color liquid that fell to the floor. "Crap." she said as she began to suck on it. The warm liquid touched her tongue, leaving the faint taste of iron in her than looked around for a broom or something she could use to swipe up the mess.
Creek
The young woman looked around her, looking through the darkness for the source. She could have sworn that she was the only one left. She stood up as she began to hear footsteps that were growing closer and closer to her. Her heart began to race as her breath picked up. Who could still be here? She was the only one left that had a key into this place...
"Oh" she said as someone walked up to her under the flickering light. She breathed a sigh of relief. "It's just you, I thought it was the-" she stopped dead as she saw something that made her heart stop. The person grabbed onto her arm as they plunged the knife into her chest.
A scream erupted through the silence of the hall, leaving nothing but its fading light...
A loud whistle screeched through the silent air. A young woman with brown hair woke from her sleep. She looked around the room with her soft brown eyes, wondering where the noise was coming from. It was than she remembered that there was a kettle on the stove with boiling water in it. She stood up and made her way over to the kettle and pulling it away from the stove. She that poured the water into a small white tea cup that held a tea bag in it. She let the tea bag soak in the water, watching the once clear water turn to brownish.
"Mai" called a voice from behind the closed office door. "Where is my tea?"
"Why that-" The girl named Mai mumbled to herself before answering him. "It's coming."
Mai picked up the light cup of tea and began to make her way towards the office door, where her boss was residing. She knocked on the door before pushing it open and entering, carrying the cup as still as she could. Sitting on the other side of the room was the one and only Kazuya Shibuya. Also known as Naru, the most narcissistic person the world has ever seen.
"You're late." he said as he looked up at her with his dark blue eyes, ones that she could not resist.
Well i hope you enjoyed it and i guess i will see you after tennis season (which ends some time in October) ^^
morningnight
P.S. 6 quick things
1. Cause i was taking a break (which i still am) i did not realize that i have now been on FanFiction for a year! August 8th 2010 was when i first posted my story Head Games, which makes me excited^^
2. For anyone who cares, yes my thumb is doing great. It is all healed up, and it only hurts when i bump it into things...like the door the other day...but i still have to wear a band aid but it only bothers me when im trying to txt people.
3. Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday day Fairy of Literature and Music, Happy Birthday to you! (because i know i missed it back in July when i was somewhere)
4. Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to DarkDreams55, Happy Birthday to you! (Because i know i missed it in August when i was doing something)
5. Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to Aktaiy, Happy Birthday to you! (because i know it is in September and i know i am going to be somewhere doing something and i am going to forget so i am going to say it now)
6. Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to *insert name* Happy Birthday to you! (because i know everyone has a b-day and i want to say happy birthday to everyone. though since i wrote a fanfic for everyone above them for their b-day {or close to their b-day but it was for them} if anyone wants one, just tell me, or something, even if it isn't for your b-day. I should be able to but again HAPPY BIRTHDAY!)
I don't not, under any circumstance, own Ghost Hunt. All rights go to the Author; Fuyumi Ono