Chapter One: Blue Roses (Paradise Kiss)
Hola everyone in electra-world!
I have a small little tid-bit for you today. I watched Paradise Kiss today, finnishing the series. I forgot how amazing it all was. Someday, I'm going to cosoplay Yukari form the final episodes, when she wears the dress that ParaKiss designed, and wear it to a really big convention.
Hope you like this little tidbit! I think this might be just Chapter one...Enjoy
Have a great weekend everyone!
I have to go do some things so ta-ta for now! Drop me an e-mail if you like it!
Fandom: ParaKiss!
Characters: Yukari/George (At least in this chapter)
Rating: G
Genere: Romance/Life
Pairings: Yukari/George, Arashi/Miwako
My footfalls felt like they stuck to the steps every time I set my feet down in front of the studio. Tears swelled in my eyes. Why have I done this? He is a top of the class designer...how could he take interest in me?
Suddenly, the door behind me opened.
“Yukari, wait!” the voice shouted. I turned around and looked at the person the voice belonged to, the one who held my heart in his hands. His voice was like the silk that he created the dress I wore. George’s eyes were filled with tears that were ready to spill over- symmetrical to my own. I shifted and ran to him.
“Oh....George!” I cried into his chest, muffled through my sobs. It had been only three months since I saw him, even though it felt like so much longer. I loved him. Did he?
“Yukari, do-don’t cry-y,” he cried. I felt my hair start to dampen with his tears. I thought he would be gone forever. When I went to Arashi and Miwako’s wedding, I was sure I would see George. He never showed. Heart aching, I kept to my modeling like always. Everything had gone really well with all of my Happy Berry shoots and shows, and many designers had asked for me on countless gigs. I saw Saiji every now and then, but I still reminiced too much about the times all of us spent together at the studio. Somewhere in my heart I had hoped he was lying about the fact that George missed me so much in Paris that he decided to come back. I was almost positive it was a joke when he didn’t show up for two hours after Saiji said he would. Why I had stayed that long, I am not sure, but I was really glad I did in that dirty and busy airport.
My breathing slowed for the first time in weeks. George was back, and a part of my life again. My eyes were open, and my heart was whole. Again.
I have a small little tid-bit for you today. I watched Paradise Kiss today, finnishing the series. I forgot how amazing it all was. Someday, I'm going to cosoplay Yukari form the final episodes, when she wears the dress that ParaKiss designed, and wear it to a really big convention.
Hope you like this little tidbit! I think this might be just Chapter one...Enjoy
Have a great weekend everyone!
I have to go do some things so ta-ta for now! Drop me an e-mail if you like it!
Fandom: ParaKiss!
Characters: Yukari/George (At least in this chapter)
Rating: G
Genere: Romance/Life
Pairings: Yukari/George, Arashi/Miwako
My footfalls felt like they stuck to the steps every time I set my feet down in front of the studio. Tears swelled in my eyes. Why have I done this? He is a top of the class designer...how could he take interest in me?
Suddenly, the door behind me opened.
“Yukari, wait!” the voice shouted. I turned around and looked at the person the voice belonged to, the one who held my heart in his hands. His voice was like the silk that he created the dress I wore. George’s eyes were filled with tears that were ready to spill over- symmetrical to my own. I shifted and ran to him.
“Oh....George!” I cried into his chest, muffled through my sobs. It had been only three months since I saw him, even though it felt like so much longer. I loved him. Did he?
“Yukari, do-don’t cry-y,” he cried. I felt my hair start to dampen with his tears. I thought he would be gone forever. When I went to Arashi and Miwako’s wedding, I was sure I would see George. He never showed. Heart aching, I kept to my modeling like always. Everything had gone really well with all of my Happy Berry shoots and shows, and many designers had asked for me on countless gigs. I saw Saiji every now and then, but I still reminiced too much about the times all of us spent together at the studio. Somewhere in my heart I had hoped he was lying about the fact that George missed me so much in Paris that he decided to come back. I was almost positive it was a joke when he didn’t show up for two hours after Saiji said he would. Why I had stayed that long, I am not sure, but I was really glad I did in that dirty and busy airport.
My breathing slowed for the first time in weeks. George was back, and a part of my life again. My eyes were open, and my heart was whole. Again.