- When I heard the knock on my door, I was already half asleep. "Yuki? It's me, Keigo." he called from the other side of my locked door. I couldn't speak. The feeling hadn't gone away, it just intensified to the point where it was almost litterally pressing me to the bed. I tried to speak, but it came out, "Goay, Kego!" Translated: Go away, Keigo! "Look, Yuki. I want to know whats wrong before I go home tonight. Open your door or I'll break it down!" Keigo yelled. I knew he wasn't lying when he said he'd break down my door, though. He was strong and was trained in martial arts, swordplay, and had a gunner's liscence. But I was completely helpless, so I just waited for him. I was so relieved when I heard a large bang and felt a whoosh of air in my room. Keigo rushed over to me, now in a loose button up cotton tee and blue jeans. I looked at the farmiliar black dragon tattoo on his arm and his spiky black hair. I knew he could help me. "Yuki, what happened to you? You look horrible!" he said as he sat on my bed next to me. I just hugged my pillow, knowing he was right and I probably looked like a ghost. "Hey, why don't I take you to my place tonight, hhmm?" he asked. I managed a weak nod just as a horror stricken mother burst into the room. First she looked at the door, then back and forth between me and Keigo. "What did you do, Keigo?" she asked, obviously taken aback. She had seen a similar situation between us other times though, so she knew he had broken the door down to try and see what had happened to me. She leaned against the door frame, smiling because she knew how much of a big brother Keigo was to me. "Oh, nothing, mom. I just felt like breaking down Yuki's door and making her sick for absolutely no reason at all." Keigo said. They both laughed at that. "Well, Yuki wasn't doing so hot so I came up here to check on her but the door was locked. She's going to come stay with me tonight, okay?" Keigo explained. "Okay, but let her stay in a real bed. Not one of those traditional mats you keep in your house." mom said. Keigo lived in a big house here in Japan. One of those old ones with the paper doors and gardens and outside hallways. It was always nice to stay there, especially in the spring when the cherry blossoms were blooming on his trees over the koi pond in his garden. Keigo had always loved traditional Japanese culture, so he decided to buy that kind of house three years ago when he moved out. So, after mom had packed me some necessities, Keigo carried me to his car and drove the 13 mile stretch from my house to his.
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- Title: A beautiful mourning- Part 5
- Artist: Yuki__sempai2
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Part 5 to my story, a beautiful mourning. if you havent read parts 1,2,3,and 4, read them. it makes the story sooooooo much better. - Date: 07/16/2009
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- iicakiezcake - 07/16/2009
- there no action in this one but somehow i reallly like it!!!>.< 10/5!!
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