yuukinohana

Title: A Song of First Love A/N: YAY! FINALLY A CHAPTER THAT HAPPENS A DAY AFTER! XD Hope you like this one! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ryoma wasn’t paying much attention that day. He was daydreaming in most classes, which got him into detention multiple times. But he didn’t care. What bothered him was that he knew something bad was coming. But he really wanted to know what it was. At tennis practice, it was the same. He kept zoning out and going Mada Mada Dane nevertheless. He knew he had to keep his usual attitude up, or else someone or another

Title: A Song of Voices A/N: Part of it is in Gakuto’s POV. I would make it a guessing game, but it’s too obvious >.> The lyrics are Neopolitan Dreams, by Lisa Mitchell. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a bright morning, as I jumped to school, as usual. I was quite cheerful. Yuushi was beside me the whole time. He was his own moody self, head in a book, while reading. Jeez. It’s as if he doesn’t know the dangers of reading while walking. First things first, you’d get a bored lover. “Yuuushiiii!!” I moaned, still jumping.

Title: A Song of First Beginnings Note: I’ll have to edit the 2nd chapter for this chapter to make sence ^^ It might be worthwhile reading that chapter again ^^ Bye! Lyrics are Planetarium by Ai Ostuka. Great Song, listen to it if you have the chance xD --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was raining outside. Harumi could hear the lonely pitter pattering raindrops all too clearly. She tried to drown out the sounds by turning up the volume. “yuutsukuyo kaodasu kieteku kodomo no koe tooku tooku konosora no dokoka ni kimi ha irun darou natsu no owari ni fut

 The Song of Forgiveness Note: Some text are meant to be in italics, but I can't be bothered highlighting them all and italicing them all and stuff XP I'm lazy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was already a couple of months later, and now, the glorious sun shone down on Japan. A girl, dressed in a T-Shirt and shorts, walked down the main road. She was carrying her sports bag on her right shoulder, and was humming a tune. Yukimura Harumi was heading towards the local Street Tennis Courts, where she did her daily training. It was late April, and Harumi was already