Though it's really more of a songfic (Damn...this song fits perfectly with Sunao...though, then again, EVERY emo song does).
OH THE ANGST. D8 I seriously don't think I've ever written a happy story in my life. OTL Though, anyways, if you haven't guessed already, this is about Sunao (who, surprisingly, is not my favorite Sukisho character *Matsuri fangirl* though I still love him to death) and, erm, it's mostly about (what I think. orz) went on after Sora/Kuu-chan left him. It's short, and doesn't really explain much, but it's the best I could do. *has severe writers block*
There's no possible way you can understand this fic at all unless you've watched all of Sukisho. ;;
The words in italics are lyrics from the song "Still Doll" by Kanon Wakeshima.
So, like, here you go....enjoy it the best you can.
----------------------
Hi, Miss Alice.
The pink haired boy was a truly unruly teenager. He refused to eat or drink, and rarely ever slept (though it's not like they would let him). He didn't move unless he was forced to; it was almost like he was a zombie, a member of the living dead.
What kind of dreams
Do you see
With your eyes of glass?
Now he lay on the bed, his eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. "Kuu-chan
A/N: Mah first Suksiho fanfic ever.
Though it's really more of a songfic (Damn...this song fits perfectly with Sunao...though, then again, EVERY emo song does).
OH THE ANGST. D8 I seriously don't think I've ever written a happy story in my life. OTL Though, anyways, if you haven't guessed already, this is about Sunao (who, surprisingly, is not my favorite Sukisho character *Matsuri fangirl* though I still love him to death) and, erm, it's mostly about (what I think. orz) went on after Sora/Kuu-chan left him. It's short, and doesn't really explain much, but it's the best I could do. *has severe writers block*
There's no possible way you can understand this fic at all unless you've watched all of Sukisho.
;;
The words in italics are lyrics from the song "Still Doll" by Kanon Wakeshima.
So, like, here you go....enjoy it the best you can.
----------------------
Hi, Miss Alice.
The pink haired boy was a truly unruly teenager. He refused to eat or drink, and rarely ever slept (though it's not like they would let him). He didn't move unless he was forced to; it was almost like he was a zombie, a member of the living dead.
What kind of dreams
Do you see
With your eyes of glass?
Now he lay on the bed, his eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. "Kuu-chan