Suri appears! +fic
uherr, hi? ^^ I am Suri, if anybody was wondering who Suri was. Yes I draw the ugly little robots that neku and celectis always have flying around them.
But... yes... I have been spying on everyone for a while, but I don't think I have said anything = A =;; please forgive me for being so shy, but I was scared maybe somebody might not like me... or... well... whatever.
Hope you guys don't mind me here... if I am annoying or something just tell me to... you know, get a life or something. :D
ANWAYS. foolish little suri made... a... story. I think. It's pretty lame but you can read it if you want. I haven't written anything in a very long time, so my style is probably really lame too. :[ ahh whytf am i even posting this ; _____ ;
It doesn't have a name. there is nothing in there that would frighten a 2 year old. and stealing it would just make you really stupid because it sucks and i am the only one stupid enough to claim it D:
Title: none
Rating: G or PG or something...
Summary: Err... Sam and Holo Bee in the middle of the night XD sounds like a horror
An alarm clock flashed luminescent green numbers into a dark room. 2:48. A street lamp outside shone softly though the window, distorted by raindrops, and outlined the skin of a young boy. His eyes fixed on nothing in particular; he lay on his side, awake for at least half an hour. He rolled over on his other side, back to the window. Rain pattered on the roof. It seemed so loud, but infact the rain was the only thing making any noise for miles around. The boy continued to stare into the blue and gold darkness that was his room, blinking, thinking, it was no good trying to go back to sleep. There was something else on his eager mind.
He sat up slowly and turned his vision to the window, looking out into the rain sparkling in the streetlamp like fireworks. After a brief pause, he lifted the covers and stepped out of bed. Having grabbed a light jacket, the boy then padded softly to his bedroom door and opened it very cautiously as to not make a sound. His light footsteps were not heard as he made his way down the stairs and to the foryer. There was hardly any hesitation in opening the front door and stepping out onto the wet ground.
The air outside was a little cooler, but it was summer, after all, therefore it was a warm night. Rain was coming down rather heavily now; it soaked his hair and shoulders. He walked calmly around the front yard and upon turning a corner, came into the driveway. Parked there was a handsome yellow car spotted with large raindrops and puddles reflecting the golden light. The boy trotted towards the car now, hugging his jacket close. He came around the shotgun side and opened the door hastily, jumping inside and shutting the door quickly behind him. He sat for a moment and shook the water out of his dark hair. Finally he breathed, almost afraid to speak, “Bee?”
As if he had startled the car and awoken it, lights on the dashboard immediately lit up.
“Sam,” said a mechanized voice from somewhere within the car. Suddenly, a flash of blue patterns beside him revealed another boy. His blonde hair was messily spiked, pale skin glowing in the dark, reflecting lights on the dashboard. Although the most striking thing about the boy was his bright blue eyes, eerily enough, almost creating their own light. But he looked engaging. Sam watched. Water still dripped off the end of his nose and from his hair, now falling down his rosy cheeks.
“You’re wet,” said the blonde-haired boy sitting against the door on the driver’s side.
“Oh, it’s alright,” began Sam. “I don’t mind. Unless you do... I didn’t bring a towel, sorry.”
“No. It’s alright.”
Bumblebee stared at him with much interest, but never moving. His rhythmic blinking was addicting; Sam felt his cheeks get warmer. He inched a little closer, leaning on his left arm. Bee stirred a little.
“Don’t worry Bee,” comforted Sam with an innocent smile. He paused a moment in reassurance before reaching out his hand to Bee’s body. The blue eyes became nervous as he pulled back a little. Sam’s fingers were hovering above the side of Bee’s neck; but when he was expecting to feel the soft, pale skin, he saw that his hand had gone straight through him. Blue lights from the area his hand was touching furiously tried to repair the image. He pulled his hand out as if he had been shocked at the touch and looked down at his fingers in confusion. Bumblebee rustled beside him.
After a long moment, Bumblebee spoke. “I am sorry, Sam,” apologized the sorrowful voice of the boy.
Sam looked up into his brilliant eyes and gave a hint of a smile.
“It’s alright Bee.”
There was silence for at least ten minutes, the two just staring at one another. It was a curious thing, what they were doing there. But both of them knew it was what they would rather be doing over anything else this world could provide. The darkness continued to wrap around them, seemingly pulling them closer together, although they hadn’t moved. The wonderful feelings they got from each other’s presence were floating in the thick, warm air like a disease. And their gaze was enough to make a lovebird jealous.
Eventually, with a final blink of Sam’s eyes, Bee was gone; but he managed to catch the last bit of a smile from him before he disappeared. Sam continued to stare where his friend had been for a while. A sudden tiredness fell upon him. He lay down on the seat, finding it somewhat much more comfortable than his own bed. He did not care to watch the night, or the rain race down the front of the windshield, but just to close his eyes and doze off into the sleep he had been waiting for. And so he did.
~~the end of the lamestory~~
ilovecelectis♥
But... yes... I have been spying on everyone for a while, but I don't think I have said anything = A =;; please forgive me for being so shy, but I was scared maybe somebody might not like me... or... well... whatever.
Hope you guys don't mind me here... if I am annoying or something just tell me to... you know, get a life or something. :D
ANWAYS. foolish little suri made... a... story. I think. It's pretty lame but you can read it if you want. I haven't written anything in a very long time, so my style is probably really lame too. :[ ahh whytf am i even posting this ; _____ ;
It doesn't have a name. there is nothing in there that would frighten a 2 year old. and stealing it would just make you really stupid because it sucks and i am the only one stupid enough to claim it D:
Title: none
Rating: G or PG or something...
Summary: Err... Sam and Holo Bee in the middle of the night XD sounds like a horror
An alarm clock flashed luminescent green numbers into a dark room. 2:48. A street lamp outside shone softly though the window, distorted by raindrops, and outlined the skin of a young boy. His eyes fixed on nothing in particular; he lay on his side, awake for at least half an hour. He rolled over on his other side, back to the window. Rain pattered on the roof. It seemed so loud, but infact the rain was the only thing making any noise for miles around. The boy continued to stare into the blue and gold darkness that was his room, blinking, thinking, it was no good trying to go back to sleep. There was something else on his eager mind.
He sat up slowly and turned his vision to the window, looking out into the rain sparkling in the streetlamp like fireworks. After a brief pause, he lifted the covers and stepped out of bed. Having grabbed a light jacket, the boy then padded softly to his bedroom door and opened it very cautiously as to not make a sound. His light footsteps were not heard as he made his way down the stairs and to the foryer. There was hardly any hesitation in opening the front door and stepping out onto the wet ground.
The air outside was a little cooler, but it was summer, after all, therefore it was a warm night. Rain was coming down rather heavily now; it soaked his hair and shoulders. He walked calmly around the front yard and upon turning a corner, came into the driveway. Parked there was a handsome yellow car spotted with large raindrops and puddles reflecting the golden light. The boy trotted towards the car now, hugging his jacket close. He came around the shotgun side and opened the door hastily, jumping inside and shutting the door quickly behind him. He sat for a moment and shook the water out of his dark hair. Finally he breathed, almost afraid to speak, “Bee?”
As if he had startled the car and awoken it, lights on the dashboard immediately lit up.
“Sam,” said a mechanized voice from somewhere within the car. Suddenly, a flash of blue patterns beside him revealed another boy. His blonde hair was messily spiked, pale skin glowing in the dark, reflecting lights on the dashboard. Although the most striking thing about the boy was his bright blue eyes, eerily enough, almost creating their own light. But he looked engaging. Sam watched. Water still dripped off the end of his nose and from his hair, now falling down his rosy cheeks.
“You’re wet,” said the blonde-haired boy sitting against the door on the driver’s side.
“Oh, it’s alright,” began Sam. “I don’t mind. Unless you do... I didn’t bring a towel, sorry.”
“No. It’s alright.”
Bumblebee stared at him with much interest, but never moving. His rhythmic blinking was addicting; Sam felt his cheeks get warmer. He inched a little closer, leaning on his left arm. Bee stirred a little.
“Don’t worry Bee,” comforted Sam with an innocent smile. He paused a moment in reassurance before reaching out his hand to Bee’s body. The blue eyes became nervous as he pulled back a little. Sam’s fingers were hovering above the side of Bee’s neck; but when he was expecting to feel the soft, pale skin, he saw that his hand had gone straight through him. Blue lights from the area his hand was touching furiously tried to repair the image. He pulled his hand out as if he had been shocked at the touch and looked down at his fingers in confusion. Bumblebee rustled beside him.
After a long moment, Bumblebee spoke. “I am sorry, Sam,” apologized the sorrowful voice of the boy.
Sam looked up into his brilliant eyes and gave a hint of a smile.
“It’s alright Bee.”
There was silence for at least ten minutes, the two just staring at one another. It was a curious thing, what they were doing there. But both of them knew it was what they would rather be doing over anything else this world could provide. The darkness continued to wrap around them, seemingly pulling them closer together, although they hadn’t moved. The wonderful feelings they got from each other’s presence were floating in the thick, warm air like a disease. And their gaze was enough to make a lovebird jealous.
Eventually, with a final blink of Sam’s eyes, Bee was gone; but he managed to catch the last bit of a smile from him before he disappeared. Sam continued to stare where his friend had been for a while. A sudden tiredness fell upon him. He lay down on the seat, finding it somewhat much more comfortable than his own bed. He did not care to watch the night, or the rain race down the front of the windshield, but just to close his eyes and doze off into the sleep he had been waiting for. And so he did.
~~the end of the lamestory~~
ilovecelectis♥