Four Ways Sakura Could Have Met Brooklyn (Plus One Way She Did): Part Four
Title: Four Ways Sakura Could Have Met Brooklyn (Plus One Way She Did)
By: firefox1490
Summary: Four ways Sakura could have met Brooklyn during the course of her life. Plus how she actually did met Brooklyn.
Rating: PG-13 (For sexual undertones)
Disclaimer: Takao Aoki owns Brooklyn, I’m just borrowing him for the time. Sakura is mine. No money is being made from this story. Its solely for my own amusement and entertainment and to better my skills as a writer.
A/N: Four down one to go. Will be posted tomorrow...later today. I really need other Beyblade icons I just realized.
Sakura could have met Brooklyn in a playground. They would have both been seven. She would have just moved to London, he would have been living there with his mother for almost three years. She would have been dreading the first day of first grade, he wouldn’t have care less. She would have wandered over to her new school. He would have gone to his new school to escape his mother. She would have been sitting on the swings when he got there. He would have spotted the lone girl on the swing. He would have ignored her at first not wanting company. She would have ignored him at first not knowing what to say.
They would have stayed in the part over an hour before she finally spoke. He would have been sitting in the sand box. She would have gotten up off the swing and walked over to him. He would have looked up at her. She would have frowned at him, confused. He would have frowned at her confused. Then she’s speak, “I’m Sakura.” He would have shrugged, he didn’t care who she was. She would have looked at him, waited for him to tell her his name. She would wait ten minutes in silence before she’d huff in irritation, “What’s your name?” she’d ask finally feed up. He’d look at her, then back at the sand and still say nothing. She’d glare at him. He’d still say nothing. She’d huff. He’d refuse to meet her eye. Finally she’d throw her hands in defeat.
She’d be walking away from him, deciding to go home instead of be ignored by rude little boys. Then he’d speak, “Brooklyn,” he’d call out. “My name’s Brooklyn.” She’d pause, look over her shoulder at him and frown. He’d stare back, waiting. Finally she’d sign and walk back over to the sandbox. She’d sit down next to him. He’d watch her. She’d start to mold the sand. He’d watch her. She’d arrange the sand into the start of a castle. He’d watch her. She’d take twenty minutes and build a rather crude looking sand castle. He’d watch her. She’d get feed up with his watching and turn to watch him. They’d watch each other for a while, until Brooklyn couldn’t look any longer. She’d giggle at his blush, he’d glare at her giggles. “Hi, I’m Sakura,” she’d say stick out her hand. He’d look at her like she was crazy. She’d give him a look. He’d take her hand, kissing the back like he’d been taught, “I’m Brooklyn,” he’d finally say. “This is gonna be my new school,” she’d tell him. He’d tell her it was going to be his as well. They’d grin at each other, happy that they’d know someone at their new school.
The next day when they’d show up for school Sakura would run up to Brooklyn and take his hand. He’d look at her, then smile. She’d smile back.
But…this isn’t how they met. Sakura did in fact leave her new home in London to find her new school however before she could get very far Yumi ratted her sister out to their parents hence she never made it more than two blocks. Brooklyn would have sat in the park that day, alone and tired swinging for hours before his mother found him. Hence Sakura didn’t meet Brooklyn in a playground.
TBC
(Word Count: 563)
By: firefox1490
Summary: Four ways Sakura could have met Brooklyn during the course of her life. Plus how she actually did met Brooklyn.
Rating: PG-13 (For sexual undertones)
Disclaimer: Takao Aoki owns Brooklyn, I’m just borrowing him for the time. Sakura is mine. No money is being made from this story. Its solely for my own amusement and entertainment and to better my skills as a writer.
A/N: Four down one to go. Will be posted tomorrow...later today. I really need other Beyblade icons I just realized.
Sakura could have met Brooklyn in a playground. They would have both been seven. She would have just moved to London, he would have been living there with his mother for almost three years. She would have been dreading the first day of first grade, he wouldn’t have care less. She would have wandered over to her new school. He would have gone to his new school to escape his mother. She would have been sitting on the swings when he got there. He would have spotted the lone girl on the swing. He would have ignored her at first not wanting company. She would have ignored him at first not knowing what to say.
They would have stayed in the part over an hour before she finally spoke. He would have been sitting in the sand box. She would have gotten up off the swing and walked over to him. He would have looked up at her. She would have frowned at him, confused. He would have frowned at her confused. Then she’s speak, “I’m Sakura.” He would have shrugged, he didn’t care who she was. She would have looked at him, waited for him to tell her his name. She would wait ten minutes in silence before she’d huff in irritation, “What’s your name?” she’d ask finally feed up. He’d look at her, then back at the sand and still say nothing. She’d glare at him. He’d still say nothing. She’d huff. He’d refuse to meet her eye. Finally she’d throw her hands in defeat.
She’d be walking away from him, deciding to go home instead of be ignored by rude little boys. Then he’d speak, “Brooklyn,” he’d call out. “My name’s Brooklyn.” She’d pause, look over her shoulder at him and frown. He’d stare back, waiting. Finally she’d sign and walk back over to the sandbox. She’d sit down next to him. He’d watch her. She’d start to mold the sand. He’d watch her. She’d arrange the sand into the start of a castle. He’d watch her. She’d take twenty minutes and build a rather crude looking sand castle. He’d watch her. She’d get feed up with his watching and turn to watch him. They’d watch each other for a while, until Brooklyn couldn’t look any longer. She’d giggle at his blush, he’d glare at her giggles. “Hi, I’m Sakura,” she’d say stick out her hand. He’d look at her like she was crazy. She’d give him a look. He’d take her hand, kissing the back like he’d been taught, “I’m Brooklyn,” he’d finally say. “This is gonna be my new school,” she’d tell him. He’d tell her it was going to be his as well. They’d grin at each other, happy that they’d know someone at their new school.
The next day when they’d show up for school Sakura would run up to Brooklyn and take his hand. He’d look at her, then smile. She’d smile back.
But…this isn’t how they met. Sakura did in fact leave her new home in London to find her new school however before she could get very far Yumi ratted her sister out to their parents hence she never made it more than two blocks. Brooklyn would have sat in the park that day, alone and tired swinging for hours before his mother found him. Hence Sakura didn’t meet Brooklyn in a playground.
TBC
(Word Count: 563)