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myOtaku.com: Neko Nana Mode


Monday, February 11, 2008

Lets say for a moment
Nana wrote this last night while she was out to dinner with a friend. It is the beginning of a story, one related to the book She is writing. Though she has no idea about the rest of the story, she does have a beginning.

***
The bright mid-afternoon sun of the late spring day beat down on the streets below, flooding the city in a heat filled haze. To say the day was unusually hot would be an overstatement; but that’s not to say the day was cool either. Anyone in their right minds would be holed up in their homes with the AC on full blast. On the roof of the tall business enterprise the sir was cooler; mostly because of the irregular breeze that was blowing. So it would seem reasonable that these two girls were standing there looking out over the city. That is, if it wasn’t for the fact that they were in middle school.
It was a weekday and the closest holiday was weeks away; yet here they were. One of the girls brushed stray strands of her deep black hair from her wide brown eyes. Her pale white skin was emphasized by the black, long sleeve gothic dress she wore. Her companion stood next to her in a white, religious style robe; the hood half covered her masked face. The mask in question was one of a white fox, like those used in certain Shinto ceremonies.
The sounds of the lunch rush whispered their way to the girls’ ears. The gothic clad girl sighed as she looked up at the sky, “Is there a reason we’re here? I’ve missed morning classes and at this rate, it would seem the rest of school as well.”
Her companion didn’t answer. She didn’t expect her to, so no loss.
“The least you could have done was find a cooler place. Like the floor below here, where there is AC.” The gothic clad girl complained.
The masked girl finally spoke, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Get over it and act your age.”
Such a statement seemed a bit out of place since it is obligatory for middle school girls to complain about the heat; that is, if they really were that young.

***

That's it for now


NNM
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