Another fanfic from my sister, she finally opened her own lj (took a while to convince her but I did it! lol)

This fic is a One-Shot., between Koyama and YOU!

Title: Past Life: The French Singer and The Diplomat's Son 
Genre: Romance, AU 
Length: One shot (about 5000 words)
Paring: You and Koyama
Disclaimer: None that I can think of
Summary: You are ( Read more... )

Keiko was pacing her room. He hadn’t brought Rin back yet. He is taking longer than usual. Much longer.

The hours, or what she thought were hours, ticked by and no still no signs of Rin nor the man.

“What do you think this mean, Shige?”

I don’t know, it’s weird. So he’s never done anything like this before.” It wasn’t a question, but Keiko answered ( Read more... )

Akane found the home theatre and she wasn’t about to sit and watch a movie, but she had never seen a screen that big. What could it hurt to turn it on so see how things looked? When she turned the TV on she saw them. At first she didn’t know what she was looking at and then she focused on each frame. Women. It all came to her when she recognized ( Read more... )

Akane woke up to the sound of the rain. She stretched and that’s when she noticed that Tomohisa was still next to her. She looked at the clock, it was 7 in the morning. She was surprised he was still there. When he went to the office and her house he was usually gone by that time. Yes, she did know that was odd and she had pondered about it. She ( Read more... )

Yuuko woke up hungry. The man hadn’t come back last night for dinner (or what she thought was dinner since it came some time before the lights were out.) She was starting to worry in spite of the other women’s assurance that sometimes this happened and that he always came back. But what if something had happened to him? What if he was lying in a ( Read more... )

“She got him to talk to her?” asked Rin in a loud voice, “how the hell did she manage that?”

“I don’t know. I just asked and he answered” answered Yuuko for the 11th time.

“But I have been here for… months, I never got a god damn word out of him. How did YOU manage it?”

( I wonder if a change is good or bad... )

It hadn’t been a good weekend. Yamashita had enjoyed taking care of his collection as always but something was not right. He couldn’t stop thinking about that almost kiss. Why? He had his collection finally complete and they were all perfect and he felt complete, or almost.

( She knows you are okay.. )

It was Wednesday and Akane made her way to the park. She didn’t know why she was going. Yamashita hadn’t been going to the office and she’d been having lunch alone. She really missed her talks, and silences, with Yamashita. Even the girl with the guitar was absent. She sat on what she thought of “their seat.” It was stupid, she knew. They’d only ( Read more... )

7.30 pm: She arrives at the pub with two members of her band carrying the instruments and amplifiers. She laughs at something one of the men says. She’s wearing the same outfit she wore when I found her. They go inside.

9 pm: The doors to the pub open. I go in and pick a table. It’s hidden but so much that a man alone would draw attention.

9.30 pm: ( Read more... )

Akane was sitting on the park bench next to Yamashita, just as she’d been doing for the past week. He’d been going to the office every day, which was rare. The other employees said that it happened every now and then and Akane was happy it was happening now. They had gotten to know each other in that short period of time. They would take lunch ( Read more... )