Stories~ Gunsho no Aki
(OKAI! ;] I DUN STARTED A STORY FOR MY BBY AKI! YATTA! btw! I need a custom Journal! >_<)
Winter 3012 - December
Minato-ku, Tokyo. Japan.
“Mother said she’d be here,” Aki said to herself looking around franticly.
Christmas time was almost here. The snow had begun to cover the floor once again. Aki stared out into the crowd of shuffling people. Her red jacket stretched to her knees which were covered with fur boots. Her blond hair was visible and she stared into the distance waiting for her mother. She sat down on the curb whipping the snow from her bottom. She had only taken the test for her University today… Yet, where was her mother? Where was everyone headed to? Now that Aki thought about everyone was running in one direcion. Away from the building. Away from everything. She was alone. Aki looked down the now ghost town of Minato-ku and simply was awed. She stood up and pulled her pirce strap onto her shoulder and walked. Wondering what was going on.
She closed her eyes and began to imagine a time before the wars had restarted during “peace time”. Festivals were rampant. People had money to spend to live. Unlike today’s war striken times. Aki thought about her old school and her friends and her crush. A tear fell from her eye. She looked up the black night. Her boots clacked against the asphalt of the city street. Aki was transfixed into a memory of a birthday with all her loved ones there. Smiles, laughter, and hugs were all there. The love was there. Yet, the war took it all away. Fixed in thought, she did not notice the giant whistle that came into path. An armada of tanks marked with “The Rising Sun” of Japan. Aki stood frozen. Had they come to kill her?
It all made sense.
The people running away.
The city a ghost town.
Something was up.
Aki looked at a black limo with the country’s flag promptly place on both ends of the hood. The whole caravan of vehicles came to a halt. The limo door opened into a swift motion. A middle-aged man took a look at Aki and walked in a elderly stride towards her. His steps were loud until they came to a hault. He was staring directly at her. Eye to eye. He asked if her name was Takeda Aki. She nodded. The weather began to grow colder. He flashed his imperal pass to her. Aki nodded and sat herself into the limo and the man followed. The car was large inside. The seats were a black icy leather with an embrodery of a casablanca flower. TO BE CONTINUED.
Winter 3012 - December
Minato-ku, Tokyo. Japan.
“Mother said she’d be here,” Aki said to herself looking around franticly.
Christmas time was almost here. The snow had begun to cover the floor once again. Aki stared out into the crowd of shuffling people. Her red jacket stretched to her knees which were covered with fur boots. Her blond hair was visible and she stared into the distance waiting for her mother. She sat down on the curb whipping the snow from her bottom. She had only taken the test for her University today… Yet, where was her mother? Where was everyone headed to? Now that Aki thought about everyone was running in one direcion. Away from the building. Away from everything. She was alone. Aki looked down the now ghost town of Minato-ku and simply was awed. She stood up and pulled her pirce strap onto her shoulder and walked. Wondering what was going on.
She closed her eyes and began to imagine a time before the wars had restarted during “peace time”. Festivals were rampant. People had money to spend to live. Unlike today’s war striken times. Aki thought about her old school and her friends and her crush. A tear fell from her eye. She looked up the black night. Her boots clacked against the asphalt of the city street. Aki was transfixed into a memory of a birthday with all her loved ones there. Smiles, laughter, and hugs were all there. The love was there. Yet, the war took it all away. Fixed in thought, she did not notice the giant whistle that came into path. An armada of tanks marked with “The Rising Sun” of Japan. Aki stood frozen. Had they come to kill her?
It all made sense.
The people running away.
The city a ghost town.
Something was up.
Aki looked at a black limo with the country’s flag promptly place on both ends of the hood. The whole caravan of vehicles came to a halt. The limo door opened into a swift motion. A middle-aged man took a look at Aki and walked in a elderly stride towards her. His steps were loud until they came to a hault. He was staring directly at her. Eye to eye. He asked if her name was Takeda Aki. She nodded. The weather began to grow colder. He flashed his imperal pass to her. Aki nodded and sat herself into the limo and the man followed. The car was large inside. The seats were a black icy leather with an embrodery of a casablanca flower. TO BE CONTINUED.