Yukimi sits in front of the azure light of the computer screen. He holds tightly the cigarette between his index and middle finger. Now he doesn’t remember the reason why he started smoking. He remembers a grey sky and a cold wind. There he was, sitting on a bench with his first cigarette. He was a teenage and nothing more. When Hattori-san knocked
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And I'm glad that you read this although you are not following Nabari at the moment. I'm honoured!
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I have no idea what it is exactly I like about your fanfics, they are just so pleasant to read. I always forget everything else when I read your fanfiction!
It doesn't really matter if there are some grammar mistakes, the message still comes through :D
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Really your comment makes me so so happy!
Ah then I'm relieved :D
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Well plase if you translate promise me you'll write that I'm the author, and ask me before translating every time you want to do it. Thanks.
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You definitely should try out the manga^^ But yeah also the anime is quite good <3
Thank you very much, sweetie! I'm so happy you liked this! I think is the first time you comment on a fic of mine, right? ^________^
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