Post by kurureenu on Jul 2, 2010 0:32:03 GMT -5
(Haruka only. >D)
The girl sighed as she opened the door to her sensei's home and entered the structure quietly, staring around. She made her way into the kitchen and looked around before rubbing her finger against the surface of the counter, gazing at the difference between a clean counter and the layers of dust that covered it.
"Oh, this is going to be fun..." the girl grumbled as she walked into the living room, plopping on the couch to be surrounded by a dark cloud of dust. She started to cough, waving her hand in front of her face. "There has to be something to use for this!" She quickly pulled open a drawer in the table next to her and froze with a look of horror on her face.
Her fingers came in contact with the frame and slowly pulled it out of it's resting place and closer to her. The image, she remembered, was old to her, but she remembered it. The girl just couldn't believe that her sensei had it. The younger version of herself stood to the right, glaring forward and perpendicular to the camera. Her teammates posed happily beside her, not caring that their companion was unhappy, or was she pissed that day? Either way, those days were never happy for her.
A sudden surge of rage shot through her and the girl stood up and threw the picture across the room and into the wall across from her. She watched with anger as the glass shattered into pieces and the frame split, but the picture still looked unharmed.
The girl's rage suddenly subsided just as suddenly as it came and she cursed.
"He's gonna be over soon... I don't want him to see the mess!" Kurureenu whispered as she quickly walked over and started to pick up the pieces of the glass and such.
I don't ever want to remember those days... Haru... Why do you have to remember every detail?
The girl sighed as she opened the door to her sensei's home and entered the structure quietly, staring around. She made her way into the kitchen and looked around before rubbing her finger against the surface of the counter, gazing at the difference between a clean counter and the layers of dust that covered it.
"Oh, this is going to be fun..." the girl grumbled as she walked into the living room, plopping on the couch to be surrounded by a dark cloud of dust. She started to cough, waving her hand in front of her face. "There has to be something to use for this!" She quickly pulled open a drawer in the table next to her and froze with a look of horror on her face.
Her fingers came in contact with the frame and slowly pulled it out of it's resting place and closer to her. The image, she remembered, was old to her, but she remembered it. The girl just couldn't believe that her sensei had it. The younger version of herself stood to the right, glaring forward and perpendicular to the camera. Her teammates posed happily beside her, not caring that their companion was unhappy, or was she pissed that day? Either way, those days were never happy for her.
A sudden surge of rage shot through her and the girl stood up and threw the picture across the room and into the wall across from her. She watched with anger as the glass shattered into pieces and the frame split, but the picture still looked unharmed.
The girl's rage suddenly subsided just as suddenly as it came and she cursed.
"He's gonna be over soon... I don't want him to see the mess!" Kurureenu whispered as she quickly walked over and started to pick up the pieces of the glass and such.
I don't ever want to remember those days... Haru... Why do you have to remember every detail?