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Shugo Chara Fanfic-Time Is Running Out CHAPTER 1"Reika-chan… wake up!" I hear a voice call gently, pulling me from sleep.
"Eh…," I moan, rolling over, twisting my blankets around my body.
"Come on, Riki-chan! We have school," Kouta calls again, and I lift my head slightly, the smell of bacon wafting into my nose.
I groan, sit up, untwist my blankets, and walk out to my kitchen in shorts and a tank-top. I smile at my brother as he sets down a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me.
"Mm, thanks, Kouta-kun," I say, and dig in. The phone rings, and Kouta walks to it. He looks at me, gives me a sour look, then answers.
"Hello?" he asks. He has put the phone on speaker phone so we can both hear and talk.
"Kouta-kun? Is that you?" a female voice asks, and we both sigh.
"Yes," he answers coldly.
"Oh, hello! It's your mother, if you haven't figured that out by now, haha! How are you?" the woman laughs hysterically.
"We're doing just fine, mom," I growl, poking an egg with my fork.
"Oh, Reika-chan, you're there, too!" she gasps.
Shugo Chara Fanfic-Time Is Running Out PROLOGUEHey, here's my newest fan fiction using my new OC, Toyama Reika. Hope you all like it!
My life had a terrible start. I had unloving, uncaring, unwatchful parents, and because of them, I lost my baby sister in a car accident. That was the worst day of my life. Second worst? Finding out about the divorce. It was all down-hill from there.
"Reika-chan, your father and I are getting a divorce," my mother told me in 4th grade.
"What?! Why?!" I gasped.
"I'm divorcing him because he's a drunk and a drug addict," she sighed, and continued filling out paper-work.
I stood absolutely still.
"Go play. Tell Kouta and Tsuneka, for me, please?" she asked.
I stumbled forward a few steps, but regained my footage and walked to Kouta's room.
I barged right in the door.
"Mom and Dad are getting a divorce," I barely choked out. Kouta still understood, though, and he wrapped me in a hug. He was just one year older than me, and he was more protective of me than our actual parents. I wa
Shugo Chara Fanfic-NL Chapter 8 FINAL!
I Can't Believe This Is The End
I laughed, smiling at Courtney. I'd tried to forget about Nagi. I really had. It was tough, but I made it. Even though he loved me… and he was trying to protect me… Still. He acted like I was a piece of dirt. So let him suffer without me. I don't care.
"So… what do you want to do?" Courtney asked.
"Ooh, fashion show and make-overs! The boys can judge," I giggled.
"Perfect idea!" she gasped.
I thundered upstairs and grabbed my make-up bag, full of eye-shadow, eyeliner, mascara, concealer, blush, lip gloss, lipstick, and plenty of nail polish. I ran downstairs, turned the corner, threw open the door, and went down another set of stairs to the basement. Courtney had gathered Utau, Yaya, Amu, and Rima. They all smiled at me, and Yaya laughed.
"I don't want to be in it. I'll host," Yaya offered, smiling the entire time.
"Cool! Thanks, Yaya! I'm doing make-up, Courtney's doing hair, and we'll both help with dresses," I said. Courtney set up her hair stu
A Shugo Chara Fanfic-Chapter 5Chapter 5
When I learned that Naomi had an X egg… well, I was shocked. How could this girl get an X egg? I didn't even think any of her eggs had even hatched!
"It's okay, Naomi-chan," I said, while she kept muttering impossible. Nagihiko and I tried to comfort her.
"Impossible! Impossible!" she said, then slumped against me. I looked to Nagi, eyes wild.
"She passed out. It must have hatched," he said, and I sighed, looking down at Naomi. Nagi helped me lay her down, and she looked so peaceful, and I would have thought she dozed off if I didn't have a chara, and if I didn't know why she was passed out.
Tadase and the others ran up, out of breath. Yaya looked worried, Rima was expressionless, as usual, Amu looked happy that she purified another egg, and Tadase gave me a funny look.
"She passed out about a minute ago," I said.
"We just purified it," Amu said, smiling.
Naomi opened her eyes, slowly, and looked at me.
"Miliko-chan?" she asked drowsily.
"It's okay. Your egg is safe,"
A Shugo Chara Fanfic-Chapter 3Chapter 3! Yay, we're moving so quickly. Naomi Hikaru isn't mine, Miliko Nozaki is.
I was frozen, smiling to myself. I thought and thought, standing perfectly still. Something brushed my ear, and I heard Kumiko say, "AW!" I screeched, and spun around to see her.
"You scared the crap outta me!" I yelled, and she giggled.
I sat on my bed, and I came up with what to say.
I like u 2… a lot I texted, my fingers flying across the keyboard.
I got a text right back.
Im so glad. G2g. luv, nagi came the final text. I smiled, flopping backwards. I squealed, rolling back and forth. I sat up, though, and considered this. Tadase's affection had been fake. Was this real? I wasn't sure… so I ran to Kei.
"KEI! I NEED HELP!" I yelled when I bursted in the door. I closed the door behind me.
"You know who Nagi is. Would it be suspicious if he said he liked me?" I asked quickly.
Kei considered this for a few minutes.
"No. I was actually expecting it," he
A Shugo Chara FanficHere is a little fan fiction I'm doing with music-luver2. It's using both of our OC's. Hope you enjoy. My parts written from Miliko's point of view.
I smiled, finding the sun beaming in on my black bed-spread. I yawned, and hopped out of bed. I walked to the bathroom, dressed in just shorts and a tank-top. I washed my face, and walked back to my room, where I put on the skirt and shirt for our school uniform. I tied the tie, and pulled the socks on. I pulled the jacket on and slid my feet into the shoes. I brushed and tied my hair up. I threw the Guardian's cape over my shoulders and walked downstairs, where I ate some waffles before leaving the door with my Shugo Charas.
"Morning," I said to Kumiko, who'd just woken up.
"Morning," she chirped back in her good nature.
"Are you awake?" I said, turning to my grumpy chara.
"Shut up," grumbled Mariko, arms crossed. I laughed, and kept walking.
"Morning, Miliko-chan!" Nagi's voice rang out as I crossed the schoo
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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