Broken (uta no prince Sama fanfic)

Bonus Chap!

The tennis match Us open was amazing! Since I feel sorry for Naomi because of all the mooing, so I'll show the beautiful side of japanese culture that I've been researching for five years now! Tell me if you like Japan or its culture. It's for my research! Also, the image is Aya in her makeup.

-Aya-

The beautiful white sakura was blooming in my garden. For every petal that fell, I remembered something about my past. All the hatred, I hope that it blows away with the pedals. Japan was amazing. It's culter is beautiful. Painful beauty was all it was. Samurai was ready to ready to die at any moment, but they still loved their lovers with all their hearts. The silence healed my bruised heart. I was dressed in a white and blue kimono, and tied my hair in a bun with flowers. The way that the Japanese found beauty in everything was amazing. They could make the most out of everything. I wish I could do that too. The reason that I found Japanese culture so amazing, is because it was something I should have taken part in. But I was self obsessed and forgot to see beauty in anything except strength. I sighed. I still couldn't see the colors. I was still color blind. If I could see colors, maybe I would be able to see beauty. The colors that he used to love. I still couldn't look at him in the eyes. Ren was always by my side, and now he's in my sister's grasp. I felt a tear go down my cheek. Is this what people call heartbreak? It hurts even more than getting stabbed.

"I would never be good as my sister." I said as a petal fell to the floor. I could still remember the first time that I touched his skin. It was so warm and so soft. I smiled at the memory. My hair wavers in the wind. The wind that made the petals fly away. Could it be possible that I was falling in love? But with who? I ran away from the man that my mother sold me to. My 'Boyfriend' The sound of the birds were what I loved so much. Japan was what forced me to sing. The calmness of it.

"Aya?" I heard the voice of Eiichi.

"Yes?" I asked as he sat next to me. He suddenly grasped my thighs. I sighed. "You still are a bitch. What do you want?" His hand creeped higher. I slapped his hand away. "I don't plan on doing dirty things with you."

"Then who's the lucky guy?" I sighed. "Well, I'll wait until you change your mind." He said as he left. I wondered to myself.

"Who is it?"