((AN: found this on my computer this morning and realized I really wanted to keep going with it. Maybe this one won't end up in my graveyard of unfinished stories. :'D

also most-likely-PG-14 warning btw))

 

 

 

.prologue

 

It’s been so long since I last looked up at the sky. The bright city lights dull those of my friends, the stars, the precious diamonds long forgotten by the forever moving denizens of this urban wasteland. No one looks at the sky anymore; all they want is the newest gadget, the latest Gucci design. Anything that’s “cool”, anything that will lend them the illusion of happiness.

 

For them, there’s no time to stop and think. It’s just “keep moving, keep moving, oh god, please let me keep moving through one more day”. They don’t know how to appreciate anything; all they want is to get through life as quickly as possible. I almost feel bad for the poor bastards.

 

Oh, stars, please forgive them. They don’t understand what they’re missing.

BEST MOVIE EVER

Sora' It not even a movie!!!"

LIESSS

Anyways.

Can't wait for the real story lol

.chapter 1

 

My name is Misaki. My last name is not important.

 

I moved to New York 3 months ago, the July of 2009. Not of my own free-will, of course; who would ever choose to live in a stinking beast such as this? No, my editor forced me to come here, to leave my home and come HERE, to this godforsaken trash heap so that I could live in a penthouse with an idiotic slob.

 

“C’mon, ya don’t REALLY wanna live in that beat up old shack, do ya? My cousin, he’s gotta nice place in the Big Apple, and he’s lookin’ for a roommate…” is what the sleazy bastard said. But, as always, it wasn’t up to me to decide.

And so, here I am, in New York, with my new “pal”, Louis Black.

The apartment itself is nice; heavy silk drapes, a state-of-the-art kitchen, a lavishly decorated bathroom, expensive paintings hung on the walls, king-size beds so soft you feel like you could just melt into them and never get back up.

 

I hate it.

 

But what really drives me up a wall, what truly makes me regret coming here, is that lazy-ass son-of-a-bitch Louis.

 

He's stupid and slobbish, and, to be quite honest, I would rather drown in a pool of my own blood than live with him. You know what the first thing he said when I met him? "Yo, man." He then proceeded to ignore me for the next hour, until I finally asked where it was I was supposed to live, to which he gave me a look that said, "are you kidding, you should know this already."

 

I'm not sure how I'm going to survive the next year.

Edited April 24, 201213 yr by Madotsuki