Fan Fiction ❯ Apple Story ❯ Chapter One - "Kimi no Kana" ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Toast 
Apple Story is a sweet tale about how we deal with life as we become an adult. A fun mixture between "Azu-Manga-Daioh", "Tenchi-Muyo", "and Love Hina." I hope you'll enjoy reading the tale of Apple Story as much as I enjoyed writing it for you. I beleive you will connect with Apple Story on many level's, including your own personal experiences with growing older.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.16.2005 | Updated On: 12.17.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 463 | Visits: 390 | Status: Work In Progress
Apple Story is a sweet tale about how we deal with life as we become an adult. A fun mixture between "Azu-Manga-Daioh", "Tenchi-Muyo", "and Love Hina." I hope you'll enjoy reading the tale of Apple Story as much as I enjoyed writing it for you. I beleive you will connect with Apple Story on many level's, including your own personal experiences with growing older.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.16.2005 | Updated On: 12.17.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 463 | Visits: 390 | Status: Work In Progress
One- Kimi no kana.
It was the fall season, on a Monday. The weather was freezing, and the breeze that blew, flew like a thousand knives laced with frost. The alarm sounded in my room with a tone of agony in the early morning. I awoke and made my way to the bathroom, each tiresome footstep listlessly dragging behind me. You’d think for one instant that if the weather really was this cold, which it was; that I’d be sleeping in on this day. I was 18, graduated from Onigawu High, still lagging on the college tuition, or even on which to attend, during the upcoming spring, and I have no appointments. I can tell you why I have to wake up… yawn.
I need a job. My parents are getting rid of me soon, moving to Australia because my father, who is a very successful business man from Fukuoka city, just landed some cell phone deal with a man from Singapore.
I guess his office quarters is in Adelaide or something. Who knows, I certainly don’t know, nor do I really care, all I know is, if I’m gonna make it on my own I need to find a job. Oh, and by the way my name is Ringo Hana. This is where my story begins…
It was already fifteen after noon, and the city below was bustling with every one out to lunch. The sidewalks paved with ice from the melted snow that froze over night, every flower shop from here to Timbuktu was closed, (since the cold air would likely freeze any plant) and I was forced to go out there.
“Ringo….” I said to myself; “ how much longer are you going to punish yourself?” I had been walking for about five hours straight, and found no job opportunities. Just as I began to walk near the subway station I caught a glimpse of this new shop that recently had been awarded for having the best coffee in town. It was called “ Kohi-Chan’s Café” and it looked good. I made my way to the front step before noticing that, before the café opened, this used to be a shoe repair shop. I opened the door, and smiled to the sound of a tiny bell that was hung on the knob from inside. It made a cheerful jingle, just right for this time of year. A friendly looking girl with huge spectacles hanging off her face, was standing at the cashier looking at me, as if saying “ are you going to buy something, or just stand there?”.
It was the fall season, on a Monday. The weather was freezing, and the breeze that blew, flew like a thousand knives laced with frost. The alarm sounded in my room with a tone of agony in the early morning. I awoke and made my way to the bathroom, each tiresome footstep listlessly dragging behind me. You’d think for one instant that if the weather really was this cold, which it was; that I’d be sleeping in on this day. I was 18, graduated from Onigawu High, still lagging on the college tuition, or even on which to attend, during the upcoming spring, and I have no appointments. I can tell you why I have to wake up… yawn.
I need a job. My parents are getting rid of me soon, moving to Australia because my father, who is a very successful business man from Fukuoka city, just landed some cell phone deal with a man from Singapore.
I guess his office quarters is in Adelaide or something. Who knows, I certainly don’t know, nor do I really care, all I know is, if I’m gonna make it on my own I need to find a job. Oh, and by the way my name is Ringo Hana. This is where my story begins…
It was already fifteen after noon, and the city below was bustling with every one out to lunch. The sidewalks paved with ice from the melted snow that froze over night, every flower shop from here to Timbuktu was closed, (since the cold air would likely freeze any plant) and I was forced to go out there.
“Ringo….” I said to myself; “ how much longer are you going to punish yourself?” I had been walking for about five hours straight, and found no job opportunities. Just as I began to walk near the subway station I caught a glimpse of this new shop that recently had been awarded for having the best coffee in town. It was called “ Kohi-Chan’s Café” and it looked good. I made my way to the front step before noticing that, before the café opened, this used to be a shoe repair shop. I opened the door, and smiled to the sound of a tiny bell that was hung on the knob from inside. It made a cheerful jingle, just right for this time of year. A friendly looking girl with huge spectacles hanging off her face, was standing at the cashier looking at me, as if saying “ are you going to buy something, or just stand there?”.