Requestings; take 7
May. 3rd, 2010 06:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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exponible, I had to struggle with keeping this to exactly 100 words because akdfjkdafhjkadsf I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS IDEA. ;~;~~~
Minase Hijiri was already a famous violinist when Kurosaki Nagare first saw him perform. It was a nightmarish reality and he must have been dreaming because there was no other explanation.
It was his son. Had to be his son. But he was dead and yet he lived, and Nagare didn't know what to think.
"Hisoka," he breathed, awed. He had to meet this young virtuoso.
The woman sitting next to him overheard that and after noticing the hungry look in his eyes scooted away from him as far as her seat would allow it. "Freak," she thought with disgust.
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Date: 2010-05-04 02:48 am (UTC)lovelovelovelove it. the freaked out woman was a realist touch, haha. ♥
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Date: 2010-05-04 06:58 am (UTC)\o/ <333
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