Feliz Navidad! I'm back already, anyway, I've noticed that no one
reads what I say up hear normally, but I thought I ought to let you know,
AGAIN.
IMPORTANT NOTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm writing a new story (which will be up a few minutes after this one). It's a Rurouni Kenshin fic again (KM, hehee). And so I would like to know what you think of it, so check it out please!
Rurouni Tomboy; Thank you for being patient. I don't know about Kenshin though, we'll just see how the time-line works out, okiedokie? ^.~ .
Mia; Faye was my grandma. Yep, that would be the dance part, it'll be VERY important later on. ^ ^ Just don't Totally forget about him, you'll hurt his feelings ^.~ .
Phillip Sneazelburg XI; You a pyro, no, couldn't be, Jk. *lights her candles* o0o0o0o0 see the flames! Heh. I know, go me *dances around in a santa hat* Yay!
Riverwood; She'd be 86. I have a WHOLE box of matches! o0o0o0o0o0h coffee! ____________________________________________________________________________ _________
Since that night, there was something different about her. There were no outward marks, but it was in her eyes. A fire that could survive the depths of her ocean-eyes.
Weeks went by with no apparent change, and her desperation to dance grew so fierce it hurt even worse than the next to nightly beatings. But she had no chance, he never went anywhere if he could help it. She didn't go out at all, and no one came to visit her. The only thing that kept her holding on was the memory of Shiva. Shiva dances, she would think with a smile, yes he does.
This being some what of a routine for Misao, so she was surprised when, with no warning, Kiku showed up. She was there, she explained, to take Misao to a festival.
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Misao had never seen such a crowd. So many people, yet everyone seemed too lost in their own thoughts to notice strangers. Everthing was such a wonder to Misao, that she could be found gaping at something perfectly normal, like small stores selling tidbits.
It was sometime near the end of the day when she heard the music. Kiku didn't even seem to notice her anymore. So she slipped away from her and ran in the direction of the music. She slipped into the front to find a dancer and musicians.
The dancers, whom couldn't be more than 16, was wearing loose fitting clothing. Her hair was braided with small flowers peeking out.
The dancer moved in time with the music. Every step precise and perfect. Misao was enraptured. The music sped up, and Misao was lost in it.
She don't know how long she stood there, until suddenly she was pushed from behind. She rolled onto her back and looked for her attacker.
Her gaze was met with the most incredible violet eyes. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________
This is were you all say,"Thank you Moonstorm, we love you!" Lol, Jk. For all those who reviewed, I slipped in a meeting with Kenshin, isn't that sweet of me? *batts her eyelashes* Any who, Tootlez!
IMPORTANT NOTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm writing a new story (which will be up a few minutes after this one). It's a Rurouni Kenshin fic again (KM, hehee). And so I would like to know what you think of it, so check it out please!
Rurouni Tomboy; Thank you for being patient. I don't know about Kenshin though, we'll just see how the time-line works out, okiedokie? ^.~ .
Mia; Faye was my grandma. Yep, that would be the dance part, it'll be VERY important later on. ^ ^ Just don't Totally forget about him, you'll hurt his feelings ^.~ .
Phillip Sneazelburg XI; You a pyro, no, couldn't be, Jk. *lights her candles* o0o0o0o0 see the flames! Heh. I know, go me *dances around in a santa hat* Yay!
Riverwood; She'd be 86. I have a WHOLE box of matches! o0o0o0o0o0h coffee! ____________________________________________________________________________ _________
Since that night, there was something different about her. There were no outward marks, but it was in her eyes. A fire that could survive the depths of her ocean-eyes.
Weeks went by with no apparent change, and her desperation to dance grew so fierce it hurt even worse than the next to nightly beatings. But she had no chance, he never went anywhere if he could help it. She didn't go out at all, and no one came to visit her. The only thing that kept her holding on was the memory of Shiva. Shiva dances, she would think with a smile, yes he does.
This being some what of a routine for Misao, so she was surprised when, with no warning, Kiku showed up. She was there, she explained, to take Misao to a festival.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Misao had never seen such a crowd. So many people, yet everyone seemed too lost in their own thoughts to notice strangers. Everthing was such a wonder to Misao, that she could be found gaping at something perfectly normal, like small stores selling tidbits.
It was sometime near the end of the day when she heard the music. Kiku didn't even seem to notice her anymore. So she slipped away from her and ran in the direction of the music. She slipped into the front to find a dancer and musicians.
The dancers, whom couldn't be more than 16, was wearing loose fitting clothing. Her hair was braided with small flowers peeking out.
The dancer moved in time with the music. Every step precise and perfect. Misao was enraptured. The music sped up, and Misao was lost in it.
She don't know how long she stood there, until suddenly she was pushed from behind. She rolled onto her back and looked for her attacker.
Her gaze was met with the most incredible violet eyes. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________
This is were you all say,"Thank you Moonstorm, we love you!" Lol, Jk. For all those who reviewed, I slipped in a meeting with Kenshin, isn't that sweet of me? *batts her eyelashes* Any who, Tootlez!