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Haruko's Story Chapter 1 Pt 2
Haruko sat down on a couch her posture straight and a nervous look on her face. She wasn't so sure if this truly was a good idea. She heard a door close and footsteps coming into the living room. Quickly, her eyes met the floor. She was so uneasy. The footsteps stopped in front of her and her eyes traveled up.
There the rider stood wearing a black leather jumpsuit and unzipped at the collar. There was no head, but a strange black smoke seemed to spread from the opening. Haruko was neither disgusted nor scared of the features. In a way it made her less anxious and more fascinated. The rider slipped a cell phone out of her sleeve and began typing on it. She held it out to Haruko.
"You are the one that was poisoned?"
Haruko nodded. "You're Celty, the headless rider "
Celty typed something else on the phone and held it out again. "I will do whatever it takes to get you justice, Haruko Hana," she retrieved and typed, "I'm glad you're okay and ou
Haruko's Story Chapter 1 Pt 3
The weeks were very uneventful for Haruko. Sure she made new friends and such, but there wasn't any action. No one tried to poison or attack her. She started to wonder if the poison was just a one time thing or a flunk. By this time she was ready to cut off the mystery and carry on. The only negative to that was losing Izaya and sadly she did not want that.
Work carried on and Simon thought it was time for Haruko to step back up to the plate. There was a change in the man, he seemed more fatherly to the girl now. He would give her the easier things like getting orders from customers or wiping and clearing off the tables. Also he gave her a raise in her paycheck and sometimes ignored her rent pay. Haruko thought this was all a joke, but everyone seemed so serious.
"Haruko!" Simon called from the order window, "You have a visitor more like the return of someone.
The auburn haired girl stopped what she was doing vastly leaving her sta
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"Haruko, are you coming down for work or not?"
A tall teenager wearing a long white hoody and tan shorts came sliding down the railing, landing in front of Simon. With a flick of her head, her bright auburn hair moved to the side, those reddish colored eyes looking up at him.
"My apologies, Simon, my alarm clock didn't go off," she shrugged and walked past the Russian man.
Simon sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're eighteen now, Haruko, don't you think it's time you find your own apartment? Go and meet someone and start an actual life."
Haruko glanced to the side blushing a bit. "It's not as easy as you'd think. You know my parents left me absolutely nothing and you're not quite the cheapest when it comes to rent," she murmured.
Simon twitched a bit with irritation. He moved his hand to her back and began to move her into the restaurant area. Just as they entered, three younger kids turned around. Haruko raised an eyebrow.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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