War of Sorrow
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Beyblade › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Category:
Beyblade › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,040
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
War of Sorrow 3
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2004 – Friday 30th June – 7:20AM
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Bare feet trudged along the tatami (1) floor of the Kinomiya Dojo. Shuffling along they’re owner reached a closed door.
“Takao-kun, you awake?” Daichi knocked on the door. When he received no reply he opened the door to find it empty.
On the right side of the room pushed against the wall was a single bed that looked like no one had slept in it for days, and no one probably had. On the opposite side were a small dresser and a desk with a few school books on top. On top of the dresser were some handmade items like photo frames, candles and boxes, obviously made by small fans of Takao’s. Some more expansive looking items were also on the dresser. Everything was neatly arranged in order, unlike Daichi’s own room where everything was where it landed.
Daichi walked into the room and knelt down at the dresser. He looked over the expensive hair clips, jewelled and gold of all sorts. His eyes landed on a pair of silver hair chop sticks. Blue and black feathers with ruby jewels hung down from the ends. A beautiful dragon was carved spiralling around each on the chop sticks with incredibly detail. Daichi picked them up and weighed them in each hand.
They were heavy.
He didn’t understand why Takao had all this stuff, sure most of the things on the dresser were gifts from fans and friends, but some, like the chop sticks, were from that man. The one that not only broke Takao’s heart but also their lives.
Daichi placed the chop sticks back on the dresser and made his way out the door, taking a quick glance of the room again ‘This looks more like a girls room then a boys’ chuckling to himself Daichi made his way to the kitchen “Man I’m hungry!”
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(1) I think that’s what it’s called?
Wow this took like 5 minutes to write up. Sorry it’s so short, chapters always seem longer when there hand written. The next chapter will be longer.....i hope >.>
Hope you like it please Review ^_^
Luv Panda-Chan
2004 – Friday 30th June – 7:20AM
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Bare feet trudged along the tatami (1) floor of the Kinomiya Dojo. Shuffling along they’re owner reached a closed door.
“Takao-kun, you awake?” Daichi knocked on the door. When he received no reply he opened the door to find it empty.
On the right side of the room pushed against the wall was a single bed that looked like no one had slept in it for days, and no one probably had. On the opposite side were a small dresser and a desk with a few school books on top. On top of the dresser were some handmade items like photo frames, candles and boxes, obviously made by small fans of Takao’s. Some more expansive looking items were also on the dresser. Everything was neatly arranged in order, unlike Daichi’s own room where everything was where it landed.
Daichi walked into the room and knelt down at the dresser. He looked over the expensive hair clips, jewelled and gold of all sorts. His eyes landed on a pair of silver hair chop sticks. Blue and black feathers with ruby jewels hung down from the ends. A beautiful dragon was carved spiralling around each on the chop sticks with incredibly detail. Daichi picked them up and weighed them in each hand.
They were heavy.
He didn’t understand why Takao had all this stuff, sure most of the things on the dresser were gifts from fans and friends, but some, like the chop sticks, were from that man. The one that not only broke Takao’s heart but also their lives.
Daichi placed the chop sticks back on the dresser and made his way out the door, taking a quick glance of the room again ‘This looks more like a girls room then a boys’ chuckling to himself Daichi made his way to the kitchen “Man I’m hungry!”
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(1) I think that’s what it’s called?
Wow this took like 5 minutes to write up. Sorry it’s so short, chapters always seem longer when there hand written. The next chapter will be longer.....i hope >.>
Hope you like it please Review ^_^
Luv Panda-Chan