Shugo Chara Fan Fiction ❯ Chara-mari: Lonesome Hearts ❯ Chapter 1: Memories on Fast-Forward: ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Pinkit 
March 10th 2014, Graduation Day for the Leo Constellation Class of '14, one of the Seniors' has memories haunting her lonely heart. Does he still think of her as much as she misses him? -Please Read & Review. Pinkit!
Anime/Manga: Shugo Chara Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 03.23.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 305 | Status: Work In Progress
March 10th 2014, Graduation Day for the Leo Constellation Class of '14, one of the Seniors' has memories haunting her lonely heart. Does he still think of her as much as she misses him? -Please Read & Review. Pinkit!
Anime/Manga: Shugo Chara Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 03.23.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 305 | Status: Work In Progress
Oh Gosh! WOW! O.k. so I am finally back to writting even if it's not my regular dogboy puppy love stories.
I decided to go with some Amu/Ikuto for a change, I feel we are really missing a good angsty story that involves these two. How about it? want to embark with me on a little journey thru my jumbled mind and creative ideas for this unplanned monster? (yes a monster, it was supposed to be a one-shot but it kinda imploded in one day on that idea of that and has some more chapters in the making already).
So then yeah, I do NOT own Shugo Chara or Sony or Anggun or her kick-ass lyrics.
Peach-Pitt owns Shugo Chara ;-)
OST for this chapter: Anggun - Still Reminds me
Without further Adou I present the first chapter to my anime continuation story: Chara-mari: Lonesome Hearts
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Chapter 1: Memories on Fast-Forward:
March 10th 2014, Seiyo Senior High School.
Leo Constellation Class
The students chatted excitedly amongst themselves, everybody was happy they were finally graduating 6 long years of hard work and studying finally paid off. Only one student in the class was not externalizing her relief of having finished Senior High School.
How could she celebrate? Her best friend was overseas and had very little time to write her an email. The girl with strawberry blond colored hair, and light caramel colored eyes cupped her chin in her hand and sighed as she looked out the classroom window. Rima who had begged her parents so she could stay behind in Japan for the rest of her schooling meanwhile they were relocated to another foreign country due to business, snapped a picture of Amu while observed her.
All the guardians were attending college. Tadase had chosen political science. Rima, Nagegiko and Amu had selected performing arts. Apparently Nadeshiko had also followed into that career overseas. Just like Utau had, another good friend to her.
Now that school was over life would speed up for them, they would become full time students at college. The shugo charas were still alive and running about, thank God, since she would not know how to cope without her personas next to her. But life next to Tadase-kun had become repetitive, “yes I know it sounds like a 40 year old marriage, but what other way to describe it, we did the same things over and over, nothing ever changed, no surprises at all, just flat boring girlfriend/boyfriend friendship if you can call it that. ‘He has been respectful, nice and all around boooring! Now don’t get me wrong, he is a nice guy a great friend but too happy go lucky for my tastes’ He gave me moral support when the pain of missing “Nageshiko” got unbearable. The truth is that I have missed Ikuto dearly… being with Tadase I dunno, we are together, but not together-together if you know what I mean. He respects me and my family, so to even think of getting out of line and hugging of kissing me God forbid! Well anyway, what I feel that I miss is the spontaneity from the unplanned moments when Ikuto would visit me. My relationship is like an extended friendship he claims he loves me and all, he is extremely sweet, handsome, and sincere, shy all a little prince. But now that I think about it, it may sound harsh, but I think I was just infatuated with the idea of liking the cutest guy in school, Tadase of course. Now that I have him I can stop thinking about a tall dark and handsome stranger I met one day as he pushed me off a construction building. ‘I must be going postal…for sure’
Everything reminds me of him, he is rude, insensitive, a prankster to boot, but he saved me numerous times and came to me when he most needed it, well his chara brought him to me but it’s the same since he stayed with me when he woke up and realized where he was. He was just looking for someone he could trust in, someone that would take care of him, and I did, and the truth is that I loved doing it. Even if at the moment I was infatuated with the idea of being with Tadase sentimentally, I now consider the guy a long passed crush. Other than that I’ve seen how he stares at this girl in class and that is fine, if he comes clean and tells me he wants to break-up I wont give him any grief I prefer him as a friend.
Rima, who has busy socializing with the rest of their classmates, stared at me as I sighed and looked out the classroom window. I didn’t even notice when she took a picture of me with her orange cell phone at all. I was busy remembering the dream I had last night of a lonely black cat, it reminded me of you… “Ikuto” the girl murmured under her breath as she sighed again and plopped back against the backrest of her chair.
Far away in a quant suburb villa stood a figure in the garden under the last rays of sunlight and the first whispers of moonlight as he played a plaintive lonely tune on a fiddle. His azure hair whipped around his troubled frown in the gentle breeze. The melody he played spoke of a lonely heart the pain could be felt on each cord, lately everything reminded him of her. The orchids that were planted by the doorway of the villa were the same color of her strawberry blond hair, the rays of sun that glossed off the strings of his violin seemed to be the same color of her golden eyes, in which if you looked long enough into you could loose your soul for all infinity…
What he most remembered was her innocent blush, the heat that rose to her cheeks every time he said something bold warmed his heart even if he couldn’t bring himself to accept it. He squeezed his eyes closed as he continued playing his violin, the strokes of music coming quicker and more jumbled as he remembered the day he teased her on her balcony and nibbled her ear, he wasn’t able to stop himself, the towel she wore showed off a large expanse of her peaches and cream complexion and how it glowed after a hot bath, she squealed in surprise when he bit her earlobe. He bit his lower lip remembering the feeling of the smallest inch of her skin under his bandit perusal. It satisfied him that she turned that shade of red only for him.
He also remembered the day at the abandoned carnival in the spinning teacup ride,
the day she brought him taiyaki,
the day he woke up to find himself sleeping next to her,
the day she got stuck in the bathroom as he showered because she ordered him to clean the wound he got from changing into Death Rebel while being manipulated by Easter, soon after to be discovered by her mother, then to tell Tadase the truth of why he was there and how long he had been when he came looking for her.
The truth is that he was jealous that Tadase could still be innocent and carefree and be able to experience an untroubled youth and fall in love without having to answer to anybody else for your actions.
The melody morphed into surges of anger as he remembered the day Tadase confessed to her. A string he had held down too tight snapped cutting the soft flesh on the tip of his finger. The string curled at the neck of the fiddle dripping blood on the mahogany tint of the music instrument. He tilted his head back and savored the pain, even if it were uncomfortable it reminded him that he was alive and that the small moments of happiness he experienced being close to her were real and were memories he could cherish.
A small black cat hovered around him and snapped a picture of him with a cell phone, he looked for a contact on the phone directory, Rima and sent an email with the picture as an attachment.
Another lean and tall figure approached Ikuto; they could be twins if his father didn’t have peppered dark hair. “Son you grilled yet another string? That is the fifth one this week…are you sure you don’t want to go back, at least to visit her? You can make up an excuse of going to see your sister.”
He sighed and turned toward his father, “I am not sure yet father, with what I did and what she said I think a reunion between us would be an awkward situation right now.” He silently counted the months since his sisters’ last visit, “will Utau visit you soon?
The older man ran his open palm over his five’o clock shadow and pocketed his fists afterwards, “she might, I sent her a message asking her to visit us, and she said she would try to fit Paris into the schedule for her upcoming tour at “Le Rouge Amphitheater”, that way she would have an excuse to come to France. She mentioned something about bringing her boyfriend so I could meet him, I think his name is Kukai?”
Ikuto nodded and grinned the brat had finally made Utau accept him as a suitor. He was brave to try. “I am glad they are together actually, that weird puppy love she held for me was so sick in so many ways…”
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Please Read and Review!
-A few words that you consider nothing are worth gold to a writer!
Until next time, Ja Ne!
Pinkit!
I decided to go with some Amu/Ikuto for a change, I feel we are really missing a good angsty story that involves these two. How about it? want to embark with me on a little journey thru my jumbled mind and creative ideas for this unplanned monster? (yes a monster, it was supposed to be a one-shot but it kinda imploded in one day on that idea of that and has some more chapters in the making already).
So then yeah, I do NOT own Shugo Chara or Sony or Anggun or her kick-ass lyrics.
Peach-Pitt owns Shugo Chara ;-)
OST for this chapter: Anggun - Still Reminds me
Without further Adou I present the first chapter to my anime continuation story: Chara-mari: Lonesome Hearts
-----
Chapter 1: Memories on Fast-Forward:
March 10th 2014, Seiyo Senior High School.
Leo Constellation Class
The students chatted excitedly amongst themselves, everybody was happy they were finally graduating 6 long years of hard work and studying finally paid off. Only one student in the class was not externalizing her relief of having finished Senior High School.
How could she celebrate? Her best friend was overseas and had very little time to write her an email. The girl with strawberry blond colored hair, and light caramel colored eyes cupped her chin in her hand and sighed as she looked out the classroom window. Rima who had begged her parents so she could stay behind in Japan for the rest of her schooling meanwhile they were relocated to another foreign country due to business, snapped a picture of Amu while observed her.
All the guardians were attending college. Tadase had chosen political science. Rima, Nagegiko and Amu had selected performing arts. Apparently Nadeshiko had also followed into that career overseas. Just like Utau had, another good friend to her.
Now that school was over life would speed up for them, they would become full time students at college. The shugo charas were still alive and running about, thank God, since she would not know how to cope without her personas next to her. But life next to Tadase-kun had become repetitive, “yes I know it sounds like a 40 year old marriage, but what other way to describe it, we did the same things over and over, nothing ever changed, no surprises at all, just flat boring girlfriend/boyfriend friendship if you can call it that. ‘He has been respectful, nice and all around boooring! Now don’t get me wrong, he is a nice guy a great friend but too happy go lucky for my tastes’ He gave me moral support when the pain of missing “Nageshiko” got unbearable. The truth is that I have missed Ikuto dearly… being with Tadase I dunno, we are together, but not together-together if you know what I mean. He respects me and my family, so to even think of getting out of line and hugging of kissing me God forbid! Well anyway, what I feel that I miss is the spontaneity from the unplanned moments when Ikuto would visit me. My relationship is like an extended friendship he claims he loves me and all, he is extremely sweet, handsome, and sincere, shy all a little prince. But now that I think about it, it may sound harsh, but I think I was just infatuated with the idea of liking the cutest guy in school, Tadase of course. Now that I have him I can stop thinking about a tall dark and handsome stranger I met one day as he pushed me off a construction building. ‘I must be going postal…for sure’
Everything reminds me of him, he is rude, insensitive, a prankster to boot, but he saved me numerous times and came to me when he most needed it, well his chara brought him to me but it’s the same since he stayed with me when he woke up and realized where he was. He was just looking for someone he could trust in, someone that would take care of him, and I did, and the truth is that I loved doing it. Even if at the moment I was infatuated with the idea of being with Tadase sentimentally, I now consider the guy a long passed crush. Other than that I’ve seen how he stares at this girl in class and that is fine, if he comes clean and tells me he wants to break-up I wont give him any grief I prefer him as a friend.
Rima, who has busy socializing with the rest of their classmates, stared at me as I sighed and looked out the classroom window. I didn’t even notice when she took a picture of me with her orange cell phone at all. I was busy remembering the dream I had last night of a lonely black cat, it reminded me of you… “Ikuto” the girl murmured under her breath as she sighed again and plopped back against the backrest of her chair.
Far away in a quant suburb villa stood a figure in the garden under the last rays of sunlight and the first whispers of moonlight as he played a plaintive lonely tune on a fiddle. His azure hair whipped around his troubled frown in the gentle breeze. The melody he played spoke of a lonely heart the pain could be felt on each cord, lately everything reminded him of her. The orchids that were planted by the doorway of the villa were the same color of her strawberry blond hair, the rays of sun that glossed off the strings of his violin seemed to be the same color of her golden eyes, in which if you looked long enough into you could loose your soul for all infinity…
What he most remembered was her innocent blush, the heat that rose to her cheeks every time he said something bold warmed his heart even if he couldn’t bring himself to accept it. He squeezed his eyes closed as he continued playing his violin, the strokes of music coming quicker and more jumbled as he remembered the day he teased her on her balcony and nibbled her ear, he wasn’t able to stop himself, the towel she wore showed off a large expanse of her peaches and cream complexion and how it glowed after a hot bath, she squealed in surprise when he bit her earlobe. He bit his lower lip remembering the feeling of the smallest inch of her skin under his bandit perusal. It satisfied him that she turned that shade of red only for him.
He also remembered the day at the abandoned carnival in the spinning teacup ride,
the day she brought him taiyaki,
the day he woke up to find himself sleeping next to her,
the day she got stuck in the bathroom as he showered because she ordered him to clean the wound he got from changing into Death Rebel while being manipulated by Easter, soon after to be discovered by her mother, then to tell Tadase the truth of why he was there and how long he had been when he came looking for her.
The truth is that he was jealous that Tadase could still be innocent and carefree and be able to experience an untroubled youth and fall in love without having to answer to anybody else for your actions.
The melody morphed into surges of anger as he remembered the day Tadase confessed to her. A string he had held down too tight snapped cutting the soft flesh on the tip of his finger. The string curled at the neck of the fiddle dripping blood on the mahogany tint of the music instrument. He tilted his head back and savored the pain, even if it were uncomfortable it reminded him that he was alive and that the small moments of happiness he experienced being close to her were real and were memories he could cherish.
A small black cat hovered around him and snapped a picture of him with a cell phone, he looked for a contact on the phone directory, Rima and sent an email with the picture as an attachment.
Another lean and tall figure approached Ikuto; they could be twins if his father didn’t have peppered dark hair. “Son you grilled yet another string? That is the fifth one this week…are you sure you don’t want to go back, at least to visit her? You can make up an excuse of going to see your sister.”
He sighed and turned toward his father, “I am not sure yet father, with what I did and what she said I think a reunion between us would be an awkward situation right now.” He silently counted the months since his sisters’ last visit, “will Utau visit you soon?
The older man ran his open palm over his five’o clock shadow and pocketed his fists afterwards, “she might, I sent her a message asking her to visit us, and she said she would try to fit Paris into the schedule for her upcoming tour at “Le Rouge Amphitheater”, that way she would have an excuse to come to France. She mentioned something about bringing her boyfriend so I could meet him, I think his name is Kukai?”
Ikuto nodded and grinned the brat had finally made Utau accept him as a suitor. He was brave to try. “I am glad they are together actually, that weird puppy love she held for me was so sick in so many ways…”
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Please Read and Review!
-A few words that you consider nothing are worth gold to a writer!
Until next time, Ja Ne!
Pinkit!