The Big Book of OC Tales

gehenna

why am i only uploading yttd? where are my bbb fics? one, i can write what i wanna write and two, i can still write what i wanna write >:<

edit: FORGOT TO POST KSKSKS

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Shindou Yurie - View

When I first saw them, I thought, "pitiful..."

I am... Yurie Shindou, only daughter of the Shindous, one of the four most wealthy families in Japan.

One day, I confronted a stalker, who told me not to go home. I didn't, and I stayed inside a shop instead. It was a choice that I am most relieved of.

If I did went home.. the situation would have been dire.

It seemed, because I wasn't home, a game didn't roll out as planned when I was sixteen and innocent.

I was glad Shino led me to cafe and stayed there for an awful long time. Discussing about <--->'s films and music, it was a bliss to not know.

Now, I am twenty-seven, I was faced with individuals, although I was on par with most psycopath psychologists out there, I felt at a loss.

All of them were a few years younger than me, then there are fourteen year olds and the like.

An orange headed man said to me, "I feel like I've seen you before."

Then a blue haired girl nodded in acknowledgement.

"How are you, what are you doing now?"

I said with a professional smile, the orange head looked back at me, and shrugged.

"So you're still doing things like that. I do know they're for comfort, however, they won't help you. I promise, under the name, Shindou, I'll help you!"

A red head stared back at me, before breaking into a grin. "I trust Yurie."

I sighed, "First name basis? You sure are easygoing, Ayasume-san."

"Probably because those words you just said, I've heard them before.. and please, call me Ryo like you always did."

With that, Ayasume left, with me, checking up on the others so I never paid his words attention.

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"Hanabi-san, you're pigtaild reminds me of something." I break out into a grin, excitedly taking out a dusty photo album from a bookshelf.

"Eh? Yurie.. you wore pigtails too?"

Jiyuu shone a look of surprise, as if finding meaning in just my sixteen year old self wearing a childish hairdo.

"It reminds me of something.. like a valiant grape!"

...aha, hearing her call me a grape.

"Like the time we went with Cyrus and Pete to the Lobby, with Lyra-chan. I'm pretty sure they were talking about camels or something."

Jiyuu pondered with a thinking expression.

"Also, please don't call me Hanabi-san, just call me Jiyuu! Lyra and you always talked with everyone without fornality~"

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"Although she told me I want to live, every single night. Even if she's burning my throat or crushing my lungs, I can't.. Yurie, can't you talk to Lyra? Lyra really wants to see you again."

Cyrus begged with me, his brown eyes glinting with a puppylike sadness. Seeing such a droopy look on the boy, I roll my eyes.

My mission from them told me I must adapt to the situation, even if it meant I had to play tag with the handicapped Peter Newgate. And it includes play texting someone..