Finally it's more or less done!
I can't believe it but it seems I've managed to end the new chap of TGWP... who's basically completely different from how I planned it I think I've replanned it DOZENS of time and rewritten too. And I had to redo the bit about the Sakurazuka's backstory no idea how many times... and I'm still not very satisfied... As of now I'm rechecking it because after all those remakes, I might have left in bits that needed to be cut or cut bits that needed to be left but the chapter finally exist as a whole! It's just 21 pages which I know it's not much but it was hell really. And for once it wasn't even Seishiro's fault even if he's the main chara...
Lenght: 21 formatted pages (as of now)
Time: 7/8 January 1999
Location: Kanazawa. Later Tokyo.
Seishiro's mood: Bad
Subaru: wonders if he lost his role as main chara... not that he minds...
Seishiro's uncle main problem: Had do you tell to a moody, young Sakurazukamori you don't agree with him without getting killed?
JJ's mood: Finished! Finished! Sort of...
Quote: It tasted oddly like nothing good, actually it tasted like nothing, as if it was nothing else but an illusion and, for a second, he allowed himself to wish for a hot cup of chocolate instead, hot, sweet chocolate, a cup full of it, a warm cup he could hold in his hands and from which he could take sips of what had once been considered the drink of the Gods of a distant, foreign place.
Lenght: 21 formatted pages (as of now)
Time: 7/8 January 1999
Location: Kanazawa. Later Tokyo.
Seishiro's mood: Bad
Subaru: wonders if he lost his role as main chara... not that he minds...
Seishiro's uncle main problem: Had do you tell to a moody, young Sakurazukamori you don't agree with him without getting killed?
JJ's mood: Finished! Finished! Sort of...
Quote: It tasted oddly like nothing good, actually it tasted like nothing, as if it was nothing else but an illusion and, for a second, he allowed himself to wish for a hot cup of chocolate instead, hot, sweet chocolate, a cup full of it, a warm cup he could hold in his hands and from which he could take sips of what had once been considered the drink of the Gods of a distant, foreign place.