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Tenma the Fairest Ch. FINALChapter 7
Happily Ever After?
"She what?" Hanai screamed, "Mikoto ran off?"
"I know, but it is impossible, since Mikoto was turned to stone!" Harima shouted.
"Harima, we have got to find her! No one can take off with a girl statue!" Hanai shouted, saying what they thought.
Earlier, both Harima & Hanai woke up that morning, and found that Mikoto's body disappeared; and they thought that some sick pervert has stolen her.
"Harima Mikoto cannot be alive again," He continued.
"You're right. It's over; Mikoto & Tenma are dead now--."
"MIKOTO SUO ISN'T DEAD!!!"
"I'm sorry, four-eyes, but we have to find that Rich Girl and stop her!"
"Right! And we'll find Mikoto along the way!"
They left Hanai's house and went to look for Mikoto.
Eri, who was huffing and puffing knowing about Tenma, who is still alive, but was starting to become exhausted. It seems the mirror she smashed has started to sap much of her energy. As she continued to run, she was starting to turn sweaty and her
Miz-K's Making the Fan Fic 2
"A Sister's Heart in Spirit"
-Making the Fan Fiction-
This is purely fictional; this story takes place before "A Sister's Heart in Spirit" is produced. This is what you call a "Making the Fan Fiction" segment.
It's also takes place during a certain event.</i>
(Miz-K's home: January 10th, 8am)
My sister (In tears): The vet called. They said Baby passed away.
Me: Oh, no! Aw, man I'm sorry.
My Sis: It's okay.
(Miz-K's home: 30 minutes later )
(My mother was wailing loudly)
This was a sad day for my family; our cat, Baby, passed away at the tender age of 16 (Or 17). It led me to stop writing. However, I got the 1st Review for Miranda's Adventure! And it lit the fire within me!!! Now, I wrote like crazy! And I did it for Baby!!!
The only problem was what to write???
Tenma the Fairest Ch. 6Chapter 6:
A Hope for All
"So, as you can see " Harima said to Karasuma, as he finished his story, "Mikoto disappeared, Hanai tried to get help, and I was left caring for Tenma. The seasons change as Tenma was laid here. And to think this wouldn't have happened if Rich Girl didn't poison her with rancid red onions."
"That's where you are wrong, Harima," Karasuma said, "The only reason she ate the curry was not because the onions were not fresh, it's because Miss Tsukamoto was in a hurry. Plus, Miss Sawachika was an awful cook."
"So was I, but I didn't plan to kill her!" Harima cried.
Karasuma consoled him and asked, "And it only took 2 years?"
Harima nodded. Karasuma added, "But then, why is she in her uniform in her coffin; everybody knows that her skin can stiffen and turn pale in time, Miss Tsukamoto's skin remains vibrant and warm."
"What? Yeah about that " Harima scratches his head and asked, "You have any idea why? We didn't paint her just so we coul
Tenma the Fairest Ch. 5Chapter 5: The Death of Tenma Tsukamoto
"Magical Mirror on my wall, tell me now or I will fall " Eri chanted to the mirror.
The mirror said, "Thou art the beauty from ear to ear, but Tenma remains alive and cute, my dear."
"She is not "
"Is too "
"Is too "
"But, you better look again," Eri snapped, "She's dead!"
"No she isn't!" The mirror snapped back, and showed Harima, "This guy you call "Whiskers" saved her from her fate; since she is the one is whom you hate; you may have struck her where it hurts her bad, but she remains the fairest of all, so do not be mad."
"Mad, huh?" Eri said.
She slumped down on her bed and said, "Damn it all! Not once I tried to end Tenma once and for all! But seeing that she may have allies "
Eri then had an awful idea, which was very worse than the last.
"I know! I'll try to sabotage her at the beach Saturday! Tenma has invited me days ago, so what a perfect opportunity to do away with h
A Sister's Heart... Ch. 6The End of the Tsukamoto Sisters
Tenma gets up and tears up a bit. She then approached the guy and asked, "I have one more question Who are you?"
The guy stepped back and asked, "You really want to know?"
Tenma nodded and pleaded to him about tonight. She even begged that if she cannot find the answers she's looking for, she'll do something to herself she'll regret.
The man conceded and started to take off his fedora. As he takes off the hat, Tenma's eyes started to widen; and her face started to turn pale. Her hands started to shake and her eyes began to shed tears.
"No It can't be " She said in a weak voice.
Tenma was surprised, or rather, shocked to see the person who gave her the necklace, but
It is someone she knows very well; and what's more, the guy turns out to be a girl: Yakumo's former classmate, Sarah Adiemus!
"Sarah?!" Tenma cried, "Why? Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"I'm sorry, Tenma," Sarah explained, "But the other day w
Tenma the Fairest Ch. 4Chapter 4: The Summer of Hate
Tenma studied well, and sure enough, she got a passing grade in her finals. She was so happy that she thanked her friends for helping with her studies. Mikoto then said if she's busy this summer. Tenma replied that she'll work at the H & K Salon for the summer.
"I'd say it'll be a blast. But won't you miss all the fun stuff summer has to offer?" Mikoto asked.
Tenma answered, "Phooey! I can still work and play at the same time! Name a day and I'll work on shifts."
Hanai then said in a booming voice, "Well, as long as we'll have fun! Tenma will take the Monday & Thursday shifts, Mikoto & I will take Tuesdays & Fridays, and Harima will take Wednesdays!"
Harima then said, "Perfect! That way we'll have fun and work in a weekly process."
Just then, Eri was eavesdropping and went to see Harima.
"Hey, Whiskers," She said, "Are you doing anything on that Salon you work at?"
"Well, yes. I work on Wednesdays," He answered, "So, if you want, Rich Girl, n
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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