Kyou + Miwako [INCOMPLETE]
Who: Souma Kyou + Sakurada Miwako
When: Valentine's Day AFTERNOON
Where: Lower Level cafe
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Sappy? XD Cutesy? Kitty? XD
Summary: Miwako happens to run into Kyou (whom she happens to have gifts for in her purse) at the cafe on Valentine's Day afternoon. It could be Date #2, but not officially--- Date #2, Sir Deidara, just happened to stand Miwako up. Which leaves her with excessive free-time before her date with Nozomu... So she drowns her affection-cursed anxiety in strawberry tea at the cafe.
Miwako felt like a slut.
A complete and utterly outrageous slut.
A jerk.
A fiend.
But most of all, a terrible girlfriend...
She'd let herself (or so she thought, Mister Asclepius!) be charmed by Deidara's good looks. She convinced herself against the truth about the shinobi due to her kind heart and foolish hopefulness; Deidara was handsome, she enjoyed that, and thus she wanted him to be kind and her friend and good.
But somewhere deep down, she knew he was not her imaginary Deidara. And she realised this today; it brought round pent up sorrow about the same mistake she made with her imaginary Sasori. Was Konan imaginary? Tobi? It never occured to her, 'Hey, maybe ninjya aren't very nice people!'
She never meant to start fancying Deidara like she suddenly realised today she did. She always figured she freaked out when he flirted with her because she was so in love with Arashi--- not so in lust with Deidara. And when she finally --- guiltily --- realised what it was, and had a date with him, Deidara, on Valentine's Day...
He stood her up.
She'd had a pleasant date with Tamaki, of course (whom she also realised she fancied, which contributed to her anxiety), that morning. And she was sure she would have a nice time with Nozomu, or rather, Jonathon, that evening, as she also had suddenly realised that she probably didn't want him to die, not because she was naturally kind-hearted, but because she was also fancying him, in lust with him, and was just naturally a fiendish, slutty, terrible girlfriend to her beloved but sadly missing Arashi at home.
And this was how Miwako came to her current position, nice-picnic-with-Tamaki aside. She sat in the little chair outside the cafe on the Lower Level, a cup of steaming strawberry-flavoured tea sitting before her on the saucer, the spoon resting gracefully beside it.
She barely touched it.
Her face was burried in a white handkerchief, her thin frame shaking miserably through her sobs. Her straw-woven purse sat beside her chair, containing several Valentine's Day gifts for various boys. On the bright side, she tried to remind herself, she had time now to deliver her presents to friends like Grimmjow and Kyou. Yeah--- that's it.
Miwako cursed herself for her desired infidelity, crying viciously.
Happy Happy Valentine's Day, indeed, Sakurada Miwako.
[ooc: You want me to change it? XD I didn't know if this was all right or not~ Miwako recovers quickly, so they can have a pleasant affection-cursed time still~ :D Sorry this was so MIWAKO'S-PITY-PARTAY-TIEM-FTW~ D8 And long and preachy and boring. >A<
And as a note~! Miwako's wearing this (the dress she is wearing in that picture ♥) in light yellow with pink polkadots, with real flower bracelets and a real flower crown from her picnic with Tamaki. O: And matching high-heels. ♥ THE END. SORRYSORRYSORRY! Be honest! Tell me if you want me to rewrite! We can chitchat about it! Thank you~!!!! ♥]
When: Valentine's Day AFTERNOON
Where: Lower Level cafe
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Sappy? XD Cutesy? Kitty? XD
Summary: Miwako happens to run into Kyou (whom she happens to have gifts for in her purse) at the cafe on Valentine's Day afternoon. It could be Date #2, but not officially--- Date #2, Sir Deidara, just happened to stand Miwako up. Which leaves her with excessive free-time before her date with Nozomu... So she drowns her affection-cursed anxiety in strawberry tea at the cafe.
Miwako felt like a slut.
A complete and utterly outrageous slut.
A jerk.
A fiend.
But most of all, a terrible girlfriend...
She'd let herself (or so she thought, Mister Asclepius!) be charmed by Deidara's good looks. She convinced herself against the truth about the shinobi due to her kind heart and foolish hopefulness; Deidara was handsome, she enjoyed that, and thus she wanted him to be kind and her friend and good.
But somewhere deep down, she knew he was not her imaginary Deidara. And she realised this today; it brought round pent up sorrow about the same mistake she made with her imaginary Sasori. Was Konan imaginary? Tobi? It never occured to her, 'Hey, maybe ninjya aren't very nice people!'
She never meant to start fancying Deidara like she suddenly realised today she did. She always figured she freaked out when he flirted with her because she was so in love with Arashi--- not so in lust with Deidara. And when she finally --- guiltily --- realised what it was, and had a date with him, Deidara, on Valentine's Day...
He stood her up.
She'd had a pleasant date with Tamaki, of course (whom she also realised she fancied, which contributed to her anxiety), that morning. And she was sure she would have a nice time with Nozomu, or rather, Jonathon, that evening, as she also had suddenly realised that she probably didn't want him to die, not because she was naturally kind-hearted, but because she was also fancying him, in lust with him, and was just naturally a fiendish, slutty, terrible girlfriend to her beloved but sadly missing Arashi at home.
And this was how Miwako came to her current position, nice-picnic-with-Tamaki aside. She sat in the little chair outside the cafe on the Lower Level, a cup of steaming strawberry-flavoured tea sitting before her on the saucer, the spoon resting gracefully beside it.
She barely touched it.
Her face was burried in a white handkerchief, her thin frame shaking miserably through her sobs. Her straw-woven purse sat beside her chair, containing several Valentine's Day gifts for various boys. On the bright side, she tried to remind herself, she had time now to deliver her presents to friends like Grimmjow and Kyou. Yeah--- that's it.
Miwako cursed herself for her desired infidelity, crying viciously.
Happy Happy Valentine's Day, indeed, Sakurada Miwako.
[ooc: You want me to change it? XD I didn't know if this was all right or not~ Miwako recovers quickly, so they can have a pleasant affection-cursed time still~ :D Sorry this was so MIWAKO'S-PITY-PARTAY-TIEM-FTW~ D8 And long and preachy and boring. >A<
And as a note~! Miwako's wearing this (the dress she is wearing in that picture ♥) in light yellow with pink polkadots, with real flower bracelets and a real flower crown from her picnic with Tamaki. O: And matching high-heels. ♥ THE END. SORRYSORRYSORRY! Be honest! Tell me if you want me to rewrite! We can chitchat about it! Thank you~!!!! ♥]
