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New Year's Special (A short story, in other words) |
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Heaveno, people. Within thirty minutes I decided to waste, I give you a short story including a few of my good ol' Inninian friends about New Years. Cuz New Year's Special.
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There you go.
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New Year’s Special!
“Can I have candy now?”
Everyone sighed at Harirou’s little question, regardless of the loud noises all around. Rolling her eyes, Lenali gave her nephew a bag of candy.
“Happy New Year, Hari,” Lenali said with a caring smile.
Harirou’s grey-blue eyes lit up. He grabbed the bag, his aura giving off a radiant feeling that no one on Earth (which was far away from where they were at) could conquer or even get close to.
Ruthie Kuchinia, one of his friends, felt that aura, of course. She crossed her arms, her bright red turtleneck the brightest piece of color in the white-walled Gykosa Estate.
At least, the brightest thing friends and families of the Gykosas were wearing. Colorful patterns swirled and danced on the walls, and the words “Happy New Year” were written all over the floor in tiny and colossal letters, many fonts and colors used. The projection of the starry space sky was overhead on the ceiling.
“Too loud,” Ruthie quietly whined. Still annoyed by the hyper aura of Harirou Gykosa, she made her way through the mass of the people she knew in the huge living room.
“Ruthie, where ya goin’?” her brother Mika asked as she passed him. It was hard to not notice the resemblance between them. He had a lot of the same features as Ruthie did, but as a boy.
“Somewhere quiet,” Ruthie said, walking past him. She headed up the stairs, a small holographic ripple of rainbow colors appearing with every step she took.
As she passed the many Gykosa rooms (and countless stairways going straight or a bridge going sideways that looked down to the floor before), she realized every single room was a party. Heck, even the nursery was filled with the many giggles of toddlers and babies.
At last, Ruthie arrived at the only door in that section of the house. The titanium door with icy walls all around it.
“Haruko, open the door,” Ruthie demanded, knocking.
Haruko Gykosa’s room, A.K.A. the room that belonged to the guy with a sarcastic attitude and a thought-filled mind.
“Hey, what’s Miss Brat doing here?” Haruko asked as he opened the door fully. Ruthie stepped in, the darkness of the room and the brightness of the hallway momentarily blinding her eyes.
Nevertheless, her enhanced Inninian ears worked.
“Half of you are running only on soda, aren’t you?” Ruthie asked, hearing the senseless laughter. One of the dim lights flicked on, lighting the room a bit.
“They’d crash if they didn’t have them,” Declan said. He was near the switch, so he must have turned it on.
“We need to stay up until it’s New Years everywhere on Earth,” Dianne explained. She herself was holding a red soda can.
“Actually, I’m quite okay with staying up late,” Delo explained.
“That guy drank his uncle’s special wine fifteen hours ago, so don’t mind him,” Haruko said. He laughed, and did something unexpected.
Wrapping an arm around a surprised Ruthie, Haruko stepped forward and planted a kiss on Ruthie’s lips, receiving shocked stares and a large amount of soda-induced crazy cheers from the close friends in the room, most of them running on carbon dioxide.
After the moment was over, Haruko laughed. “If you want a quiet place, try the rooftop. It seems everyone’s ignored it,” he whispered.
Ruthie rolled her eyes, blushing from Haruko’s firm touch of his lips on hers. She disappeared quickly, transporting to the safety of the rooftop.
Haruko laughed again, twirling around to face his friends. “That moment does not leave this room, ‘kay?” he said, grinning. “Now, who wants more Ramunè?”
“I do!” Sally cried, her hand the first in the air. “Melon flavored, please!”
“Yeah, whatever.”
-Later-
“Um, Delo?” It was Dianne.
The New Year Revolution on Earth had ended, and it was the new year. Delo and Dianne were in Delo’s large prison cell, which he was ordered to go back to.
“Yes, Dia?”
“I thought Haruko couldn’t get drunk.”
Delo chuckled, looking straight into Dianne’s eyes. “He doesn’t. He can’t drink or eat food, remember? Only dreams and nightmares. He’s a hundred percent sober, and has been so since he first turned into a Baku.”
“Then the kiss with Ruthie was-”
“Believe what you will, Dia.” Delo smiled, his eyes filled with a curious hunger for the truth. “Whether that kiss was for real or not, only time will tell.”
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It's only two pages on microsoft word...With the papyrus font and size eleven...but it's still a short story... So yeah sweatdrop
Well, Ciao ciao and happy New Year!
~KingdomHeartsDreamer
If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting? -Stephen Levine ~ Blogging: Because the writers love to market their sarcasm through writing about their days. My Tumblr/url] SSNebulae · Thu Jan 01, 2009 @ 06:24am · 0 Comments |
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