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The Girl in Ikebukuro: Another Story Chapter 1
You wake up to the sound of your cell phone ringing. You sit up in your bed and look at the time. Its noon, you remember making breakfast for your sister and seeing her walk to school with a smile on her face, a smile that everyone loved. You slip out of bed and pick up your phone. "Hello?" "(F/N)! We have great news for you!" You sigh; it was your parents. Ever since you overheard them talking about your face being plain and unattractive, and them wanting to marry you off quickly so they wouldn't have to put up with you, you never felt the same around them. They had always favored and adored your younger sister who was beautiful and charming. With her glossy long black hair and dark brown eyes it was hard not to. You loved her regardless of her being the reason your parents looked down on you. It wasn't her fault your parents favored her over you. "What is it?" "We have set up a date for you an hour from now!" "A d-date?" you repeated. "Yes! Hurry and get dressed! His name is Takuo Ta
The Damned Chapter 2
~Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt ductus exemplo~
Dark. Why was everything around me dark? Oh, my eyes are closed. I attempted to sit up but something was on top of me. No, someone was on top of me. It was a young man with black hair. His head rested on my chest and his throat was ripped wide open. I rolled the body off and saw that it had left blood all over me. Who was that man? Who…who am I?
I closed my eyes trying to remember something, anything. That’s right I’m (F/N). I’m twenty-six years old, oldest of four kids, and the head at my job.
I stood up and looked around.
“What… happened here?”
The city was completely empty, eerily silent and there were bodies scattered around the park. I walked towards the body closer to me. Its head had been blown off and all that was left was a mess around the body. Pieces of
The Girl in Ikebukuro: Another Story Chapter 2
You walk in uneasily through the front door of the café. A waiter finds his way through the busy room and walks towards you. "Good afternoon Miss, are you (F/N L/N)?" You nod and he smiles. "Right this way, Mr. Takada is waiting for you." You follow the waiter until you reach the patio. You see a casual dressed man with black hair and sun glasses. He makes you feel uncomfortable since you're in a formal red dress that goes down to your knees. You sit down and a small "Hello" escapes your lips. The man is silent; he studies you more specifically your body. "You're not much of a looker. Have you heard of makeup? You could use a lot." You look down not wanting to meet his gaze. "Hello? Can you talk?" He sneers. "I guess you're stupid and ugly." You bite your lip, trying to prevent you from crying. You just wanted to go home. "Excuse me," You hear a different male voice say. You raise your head slightly and look at the man who spoke. He had dark brown hair, almost black. He wore a dar
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