And she blossomed...
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J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop › Miyavi
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,852
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know Miyavi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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It was a few months since the fateful day of my sixteenth birthday. Mother was still asleep, and after so many drinks she must be tired... I took this time to sneak out. I wanted to see the world, after all, I was to be a part of it! And so out of the window I climbed, turning down the street and walking away from my home.
I walked for a while, memorizing everything I saw, but as I turned a corner, I could hear the angered yelling of a young lady. And I saw her, she was a bit more shiny, fancy, and colorful than I was. She was clothed in green and black and pink, and I in a simple gray cotton dress. I looked at her, and she did see me.
I approached her, wary and nervous. She seemed...angry. Anger can hurt me. I felt that tug towards her though, an irresistible tug that I knew I had to follow. I took the few steps forward towards her. "Sumimasen, this girl asks why you are so upset." I said, hoping she couldn't hear the tremble in my voice. The girl looked at me, and I almost winced.
"I'm pissed off because he left. Miyabi left Due Le Quartz. He even changed his name, and just to make bad music!" she said haughtily. I felt a pang again, but this time it was because I knew not who this Miyabi character was. "This girl...does not understand your anger...and she apologizes dearly for it."
The angry teen laughed, threw the CD, case and all, into the garbage. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, and practically dove in after it. I touched it, and something seemed to change. What was that strange feeling? I looked at the CD, the source of the feeling, and picked it up. Looking around once more, I made my escape, running home. Sticking the CD back in it's case, I slipped it into my windowsill before hoisting myself up to climb in.
When I got in, I poked around the cracked cement and slid the CD in with Touketsu and my belongings. I could hear... hear Mother! She was stomping, which meant angry, and I could hear her coming up the stairs... I replaced the cement and huddled onto my bed, bracing myself for what was to come.
She threw the dor open and looked at me with wild, glassy eyes. In an instant, she was upon me, her fists flying. My face, stomach, chest, it hurt, it hurt! Feet and fist struck me again and again, I wanted to be dead, I wanted it to be over. I pushed at her, and I think this mistake may have been my worst. She saw the chopstick on my desk, and grabbed it. I screamed feebly, and when she lunged at me, something happened
I walked for a while, memorizing everything I saw, but as I turned a corner, I could hear the angered yelling of a young lady. And I saw her, she was a bit more shiny, fancy, and colorful than I was. She was clothed in green and black and pink, and I in a simple gray cotton dress. I looked at her, and she did see me.
I approached her, wary and nervous. She seemed...angry. Anger can hurt me. I felt that tug towards her though, an irresistible tug that I knew I had to follow. I took the few steps forward towards her. "Sumimasen, this girl asks why you are so upset." I said, hoping she couldn't hear the tremble in my voice. The girl looked at me, and I almost winced.
"I'm pissed off because he left. Miyabi left Due Le Quartz. He even changed his name, and just to make bad music!" she said haughtily. I felt a pang again, but this time it was because I knew not who this Miyabi character was. "This girl...does not understand your anger...and she apologizes dearly for it."
The angry teen laughed, threw the CD, case and all, into the garbage. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, and practically dove in after it. I touched it, and something seemed to change. What was that strange feeling? I looked at the CD, the source of the feeling, and picked it up. Looking around once more, I made my escape, running home. Sticking the CD back in it's case, I slipped it into my windowsill before hoisting myself up to climb in.
When I got in, I poked around the cracked cement and slid the CD in with Touketsu and my belongings. I could hear... hear Mother! She was stomping, which meant angry, and I could hear her coming up the stairs... I replaced the cement and huddled onto my bed, bracing myself for what was to come.
She threw the dor open and looked at me with wild, glassy eyes. In an instant, she was upon me, her fists flying. My face, stomach, chest, it hurt, it hurt! Feet and fist struck me again and again, I wanted to be dead, I wanted it to be over. I pushed at her, and I think this mistake may have been my worst. She saw the chopstick on my desk, and grabbed it. I screamed feebly, and when she lunged at me, something happened