fanfic by sacla which has been sleeping in my mail
I'm just posting this for the sake of posting it for the world to read~ Tell me who your guess is here, okays?
When it Rains, It drips.
Author:
sacla /
darkmaestrox /yuko2©
notes: This sucks. This one's stupid. And i don't even know if you consider this a moment... oh well...
The door’s chime had rung. A boy about 5 feet tall had exited the bar, a bag in one hand, and a ball in the other. He stopped, and scanned the busy street.
The door’s chime had rung again.
People were scurrying about trying to find shelter. A man in suit tried covering his head for protection. A teen about his age rode his bike, hurrying to get home. A group of girls were being escorted by another set of egotistical boys. The street was slowly being deserted.
The standing male whistled. “It’s pouring hard isn’t it?” talking to no one in particular. But he meant for it to be heard.
Another figure had just stepped out of the bar some moments ago. This one was almost completely covered with a cloak, with only a few features shown. Golden threads were falling over that smooth face. The white booths would soon be covered with mud. And a slight portion of a blue dress was showing out, with white laces covering it. To a normal person, this person seemed like female in distress, with the apprehension shown in that face. To a guy, this was a girl worth hitting on.
“You look real pretty,” the boy with brown hair spoke with a smile, and a twinkle in his eyes.
And just like a normal girl, the company felt annoyance for the boy. “Shu-Quiet,” spoke timidly as possible, like any lady. A lady with a sore throat that is. A passerby had just walked pass the odd couple, looking quizzically. The girl smiled and gave him a wink, making the man blush and scurry about.
The man at her side stared with his chocolate colored eyes. They seemed to be filled with a touch of softness, for this little somebody.
“Don’t clutch on that cloak too much, you’ll look suspicious.” And he looked up at the sky.
It was now this character’s turn to stare at the other. “Why? I’m… I’m afraid to catch a cold is all,”
“You really shouldn’t. You look like a bunch of bees will be swarming you all over if you let go.”
Hands had lighten their grip on the covering. But not without sticking a tongue out to the stranger.
“Besides, Fools can’t catch colds.”
He felt a heavy forceful foot on top of his own, coming from the person at his side with flaring sapphire eyes. The individual’s face had now turned red from containing mixed emotions at the guy.
The male had sighed. The white boots had turned on the opposite direction, and his black ones followed. Their backs faced one another. The sky had now lit open, letting a few rays of light shine on them. The splashes had lessened.
“Be careful,” the boy grinned while putting his favorite ball in his bag for protection.
The celebrity tucked a green strand underneath the golden hair that was sliding down ‘her’ face.
“Don’t worry, no one will recognize me in this,” voice back to its normal, deep baritone. The street was now empty.
“Not that.” he spoke as slowly pacing forward. “Don’t take off your cloak until you’re inside,” and he was now some paces away from the unmoving person covered in cloak.
“Or you’ll catch a fever.”
As if on cue, the unmoving figure finally walked on the opposite direction. It’s temples twitching at ‘her’ friends senseless remark.
“Idiot.” Making sure the boy had heard it in his thoughts.
FIN
I just thought of it now. How appropriate this fic for this weather, right? hahaha~
well, that's it. I am going to sleep now~
When it Rains, It drips.
Author:
sacla /
darkmaestrox /yuko2©
notes: This sucks. This one's stupid. And i don't even know if you consider this a moment... oh well...
The door’s chime had rung. A boy about 5 feet tall had exited the bar, a bag in one hand, and a ball in the other. He stopped, and scanned the busy street.
The door’s chime had rung again.
People were scurrying about trying to find shelter. A man in suit tried covering his head for protection. A teen about his age rode his bike, hurrying to get home. A group of girls were being escorted by another set of egotistical boys. The street was slowly being deserted.
The standing male whistled. “It’s pouring hard isn’t it?” talking to no one in particular. But he meant for it to be heard.
Another figure had just stepped out of the bar some moments ago. This one was almost completely covered with a cloak, with only a few features shown. Golden threads were falling over that smooth face. The white booths would soon be covered with mud. And a slight portion of a blue dress was showing out, with white laces covering it. To a normal person, this person seemed like female in distress, with the apprehension shown in that face. To a guy, this was a girl worth hitting on.
“You look real pretty,” the boy with brown hair spoke with a smile, and a twinkle in his eyes.
And just like a normal girl, the company felt annoyance for the boy. “Shu-Quiet,” spoke timidly as possible, like any lady. A lady with a sore throat that is. A passerby had just walked pass the odd couple, looking quizzically. The girl smiled and gave him a wink, making the man blush and scurry about.
The man at her side stared with his chocolate colored eyes. They seemed to be filled with a touch of softness, for this little somebody.
“Don’t clutch on that cloak too much, you’ll look suspicious.” And he looked up at the sky.
It was now this character’s turn to stare at the other. “Why? I’m… I’m afraid to catch a cold is all,”
“You really shouldn’t. You look like a bunch of bees will be swarming you all over if you let go.”
Hands had lighten their grip on the covering. But not without sticking a tongue out to the stranger.
“Besides, Fools can’t catch colds.”
He felt a heavy forceful foot on top of his own, coming from the person at his side with flaring sapphire eyes. The individual’s face had now turned red from containing mixed emotions at the guy.
The male had sighed. The white boots had turned on the opposite direction, and his black ones followed. Their backs faced one another. The sky had now lit open, letting a few rays of light shine on them. The splashes had lessened.
“Be careful,” the boy grinned while putting his favorite ball in his bag for protection.
The celebrity tucked a green strand underneath the golden hair that was sliding down ‘her’ face.
“Don’t worry, no one will recognize me in this,” voice back to its normal, deep baritone. The street was now empty.
“Not that.” he spoke as slowly pacing forward. “Don’t take off your cloak until you’re inside,” and he was now some paces away from the unmoving person covered in cloak.
“Or you’ll catch a fever.”
As if on cue, the unmoving figure finally walked on the opposite direction. It’s temples twitching at ‘her’ friends senseless remark.
“Idiot.” Making sure the boy had heard it in his thoughts.
FIN
I just thought of it now. How appropriate this fic for this weather, right? hahaha~
well, that's it. I am going to sleep now~