<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513330203653407434</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:06:02.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is just like a devil.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-thousandlovestories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513330203653407434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-thousandlovestories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A true love story.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860475835538193879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513330203653407434.post-496740917264872685</id><published>2009-04-07T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:52:06.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3 - Is this love?</title><content type='html'>The next morning, I woke up, still feeling exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that had happen yesterday feels like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;That was what I hope for.&lt;br /&gt;But nono, its not a dream as I search inside my bag for my cell..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's gone. It's taken by the damn spoilt brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged myself to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Did everything and headed off to school.&lt;br /&gt;'I don't wanna meet him. But I have to get my cell. Ugh!' I made a face, while looking at the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey sweets, whats with that face?" I turn around, face-to-face with Ryuuke-kun.&lt;br /&gt;I turn bright red.&lt;br /&gt;"Just wondering, why does you always blush?" Ryuuke-kun asked, his icy cold palm touched my cheeks. "Are you in love with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De--De--Definitely not!" I stammered.&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuke-kun went laughing out loud. "Just joking, honey!"&lt;br /&gt;I blush even more.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, stop flirting with my woman!" Just then, the spoilt brat walked towards us.&lt;br /&gt;He put his arms round my shoulder and pulled me right into his chest.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ever talk to him, he's a playboy." He whisper into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;My whole body twitched, trembled.&lt;br /&gt;All i could feel was his warm chest, his heartbeat against my right shoulder and his broad yet securing shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, he's spoilt but he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;,' I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spoilt brat pulled me with him.&lt;br /&gt;And we reach the classroom just like this, my face just few inches from his chest.&lt;br /&gt;First, the class went quiet. And then, suddenly, the faces of the girls turned BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;I had already expected this, I tried struggling out of his grasp.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, can you just let go? I want to have a peaceful life in this school. Yes, i can be your slave but can we don't get soooo close like this? The girls' are turning black." I whisper to him, blushing again, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;His grasp just got tighter. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."&lt;br /&gt;And once again, he smiled his spoilt-yet-perfect kind of crooked smile.&lt;br /&gt;I like it... Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi girls," My heart throb with his sudden soft, velvet voice.&lt;br /&gt;"I still love you my cuties, but just so you know, she's my target right now, but I will still hangout with you guys.  And after a few months, i might dump her." Though his voice was still soft and velvet, his eyes turned harsh.&lt;br /&gt;I thought i might be happy hearing this but no, my heart ache..&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't concentrate after all of this.&lt;br /&gt;My head was throbbing, my heart continue aching.&lt;br /&gt;I groaned.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey are you ok, Emi-chan?" Yukiko-chan asked, probably worried.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine." I lied, even though my head was throbbing hard right now.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey showa, help me copy notes!" The voice of that spoilt one said.&lt;br /&gt;I turned sideways and his hand was held up, holding his book and the other one, on one of the girl's shoulder beside him.&lt;br /&gt;And in just that minute, my heart was in pain as though someone had stab me straight.&lt;br /&gt;I took the book, and turn back.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I turned too fast..&lt;br /&gt;My visions blurred, and all of a sudden, my world blackout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to find myself in the infirmary, with him right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;"You're awake?" the spoilt one asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Um.. yeah." I tried sitting upright and failed.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey hey look out!" I fell into the arms of his.&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;He put me lying down onto the bed gently.&lt;br /&gt;"Take care." He kissed my forehead and headed out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my god. What was that!?' My heartbeat was definitely NOT NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;'Whats happening to me? Why is my heart beating so fast!?' I wanted to scream out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Yukiko-chan walked in and I got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you alright?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, just fine. Can't sit up, sorry." I replied, smiling my best.&lt;br /&gt;"Nah its okay" Yukiko-chan smiled, as well and sat on bed at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Yukiko-chan... Have your heart ever beat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; fast?" I asked, not wanting to look into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Um..um, yeah..." She started blushing.&lt;br /&gt;'Hey, she's quite cute! &lt;_&lt;'&gt;_&lt;" She look down to her hands on her lap.  "Oh, you like him! ~_~" I said loudly. "SSH! Don't tell anyone okay?! And what about you?" She ask, siting closer to me but still staring at her hands.   "It's not that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; him.." I emphasized on the word LOVE. "But just like you, my heart beats faster when he does something I didn't expect he will do..." I said slowly.&lt;br /&gt;"Whos the 'he'?" Yukiko-chan had turn her attention back to me.&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never guess it! Its.. um, Sh--Shin--Shinya." I told her truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, every single girls start to love him when he play with them!" Yukiko-chan giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OH, damn. How can I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that spoilt brat?' I wondered to myself.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, no-no. I don't think I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; him! I mean, yeah, he's beautiful, but he's a spoilt brat!" I spoke my thoughts out.&lt;br /&gt;Yukiko-chan just continue giggling and took one of the magazines from the nightstand to read.&lt;br /&gt;'No way. I don't like him. Definitely NOT! Or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; yes..'&lt;br /&gt;"Is this really love!?!?!?!" I sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Yukiko-chan faced me, paused and started laughing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I blushed.&lt;br /&gt;And after a few minutes, I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ding Dong Ding Dong' The bell woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;The bright rays from the Sun shone through the windows and hurt my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I squint my eyes and scan around the room.&lt;br /&gt;Shinya was on the other bed, sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;'He looks like an angel when he's sleeping!' I thought and my heart started beating fast again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk over to him and sat gently down beside him.&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands and stroked his soft, brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;'Do I really like this guy over here?' I ask myself as i continue stroking his hair.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, he opened his eyes and grab hold of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit." I said in my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you in love with me? Have i reach my goal?" He snickered.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us was silent for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what does it mean by 'being my slave' ?"&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head while trying to struggle out of his grip.&lt;br /&gt;"It means making you fall in love with me with all my sweet talks and when i reach this goal, I will make you do everything I want and after all this, I'll dump you." He grinned.&lt;br /&gt;My heart ache again.&lt;br /&gt;It was a painful feeling and I don't like it at all. Not even one bit.&lt;br /&gt;I shook his hands off and stood up.&lt;br /&gt;"I already have someone I love." I lied, with a fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;He raise his eyebrows, "Who?"&lt;br /&gt;"Thats a secret." I put a finger to my lips, smiled and walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears filled the brim of my eyes when I reach the door.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why am i crying? No, I don't like him. No! No!&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the nearest toilet and into an empty cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurts, alot and my tears kept trickling down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, haha. Anyone who's serious about Shinya-sama is real dumb. He won't get serious with anyone right? Everyone knows he's just playing around."&lt;br /&gt;I kept still and silent.&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever, I'm just going to play as well. Who gets serious around that guy? HAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; started aching again. My heart.&lt;br /&gt;What's happening. I hate him. I hate myself more.&lt;br /&gt;'No, I don't like him. I'm just scare of him, thats why my heart beats faster! Yeah, thats it! Just face it, I'M AFRAID OF HIM!' I tried brainwashing myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Tanaka Shinya, fullstop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513330203653407434-496740917264872685?l=a-thousandlovestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-thousandlovestories.blogspot.com/feeds/496740917264872685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513330203653407434&amp;postID=496740917264872685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513330203653407434/posts/default/496740917264872685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513330203653407434/posts/default/496740917264872685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-thousandlovestories.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-3-is-this-love.html' title='Chapter 3 - Is this love?'/><author><name>A true love story.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860475835538193879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513330203653407434.post-179836868834161406</id><published>2008-12-07T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:24:24.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 -  The two meets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Chapter 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Emiko, plain Takahashi Emiko. I'm 16 years old, studying in Teiko High.  I got into this super elite and expensive school through scholarship. I just wanted my high school life to be peaceful, unlike junior high.&lt;br /&gt;In Junior High, i was often bullied because of my looks. "Nerd!! four-eyed girl!!"&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow, i wants to start high school afresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Ding Dong Ding Dong...."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm going to be late!!" I said while running.&lt;br /&gt;'So much for the start," I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the classroom just before the second bell. Most of them were there and cliques were already formed.&lt;br /&gt;Typical, i thought. Since they were already together from junior high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my seat right after i checked the chart. My seat, was at the back.&lt;br /&gt;I looked to my side, there, a girl who was alone reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;'Good, at least it wasn't a guy!' I grinned.&lt;br /&gt;I took the initiative and talked to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Hello, I'm Takahashi Emiko!" I said, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"Matsumoto Yukiko" she replied, without even looking at me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her table and started talking non-stop to her, trying to be friends with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ding dong ding dong...."&lt;br /&gt;"There goes the second bell.. I've to get back to my seat, i guess." I finished my last sentence with Yukiko-chan and then return back to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..." she replied.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;I turned to my right side, where the table was still unoccupied.&lt;br /&gt;"She's late.." I assumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the class went quiet. The teacher came in.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello students, you can call me Hayashi-sensei. I'll be your homeroom teacher from now on. Pleased to meet you guys!" Hayashi-sensei said happily.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad. At least Hayashi-sensei looks kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bam!'&lt;br /&gt;The door went open.&lt;br /&gt;The girls went fangirl-screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Kya! Kya!~~ Shinya-kun!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohayou, Shinya-sama!" Hayashi-sensai bowed.&lt;br /&gt;He walked in without greeting the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's rude and why does sensei called him -sama?" I thought.&lt;br /&gt;He started walking towards my direction.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want this kind of person to sit next to me. Furthermore, he looks kind of dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bam!'&lt;br /&gt;He slammed his bag onto the table... Next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;I shivered.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted girls to sit beside me. I guess that was impossible now.&lt;br /&gt;I should start a conversation with him, i thought.&lt;br /&gt;Its rude not to greet others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"H-h-hello.. I-I'm Takahashi Emiko. Nice to meet you" I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;"Just shut the fuck up, ugly."He said.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;"Who do you think you are?! Why are you so rude?! You should just get out!!"I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone turned their attetions to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was ashamed, I didn't want that.&lt;br /&gt;But that guy is seriously pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHA... HAHAHAHAHA"He started laughing. "You don't even know me? Aren't you daring to yell at me without knowing who am i?" He said, with a menacing look.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care who you are! You are rude to not greet the teacher when he greeted you!" I shouted, a lower voice now.&lt;br /&gt;He walked towards me, and pulled one of my plait.&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch! It hurts." I yelled at him, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This girl is daring.." "Yeah, she should just die to annoy Shinya-sama!"&lt;br /&gt;I heard whispers from the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"U-um... The girl there, its okay if Shinya-sama didn't greet me when i greeted him, just apologize to Shinya-sama and we can start the lesson.."Hayashi-sensei said, terrified.&lt;br /&gt;"Why!?" I turned to sensei.&lt;br /&gt;"Um.. Just do as I say, please." Sensei replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've got some fucking guts, ugly. What your name" the guy said, pulling my plait harder.&lt;br /&gt;"Just let go of my hair! It hurts. And i won't tell you my name!" I yelled into his face.&lt;br /&gt;"Takahashi Emiko," Yukiko-chan said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to her.&lt;br /&gt;"So, Emiko-chan, just apologize to Shinya-sama!!" Hayashi-sensei said, now with teary-like eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, just say sorry!" the class said in unison.&lt;br /&gt;Unable, to go against the class, i apologized to him.&lt;br /&gt;"S-sorry!" I turned away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't let it go just like this. Come to to rooftop after school and i'll tell you who am i. Face the consequences if you don't come!" He whispered into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He return back to his side and i sat down onto mine.&lt;br /&gt;Why does Yukiko-chan told my name to that rude guy? I thought.&lt;br /&gt;I turned to her, her focus was all on sensei. I turned to my right side, where the rude guy was seated.&lt;br /&gt;He was asleep, on the table.&lt;br /&gt;I stuck my tongue out at him.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'd a bad feeling about all this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513330203653407434-179836868834161406?l=a-thousandlovestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-thousandlovestories.blogspot.com/feeds/179836868834161406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513330203653407434&amp;postID=179836868834161406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513330203653407434/posts/default/179836868834161406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513330203653407434/posts/default/179836868834161406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-thousandlovestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-1-two-meets.html' title='Chapter 1 -  The two meets.'/><author><name>A true love story.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860475835538193879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513330203653407434.post-2278465405133252107</id><published>2008-02-07T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:59:27.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2 - The Tanaka household.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Ding dong ding dong....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That goes the last bell..&lt;br /&gt;Should i go? Or not.  I started worrying.&lt;br /&gt;I turned to face him. He grinned at me and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;A shiver went down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh, why should i be afraid of him!?" I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;"Emiko-chan..... Please be careful, ok?" Just then, Yukiko talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing will happen! Don't worry!" I smiled at her, totally forgotten about the name thing.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me and headed towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;'Ah, i've a gooooood friendddddd, why should i worry so much?' I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strolled to the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;"You're late!" Someone yelled at me before i even stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;I ignored him and walked towards the railings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you even know who am i?" The rude guy said.&lt;br /&gt;I shaked my head, "No-no"&lt;br /&gt;He laughed, "You ignorance poor freak! Just fucking get out of this school! Ugly!! Showa-girl!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up!"I slapped him right across his beautiful face.&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him, hoping he would stop insulting me.&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, how dare you slap me!" He grabbed my jaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into his tantalizing eyes. His eyes, are the beautiful of all, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;'Woah woah!' I snapped back into reality. I cant believe myself! I actually almost got mesmerize by his eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, he raised his arms.&lt;br /&gt;'Uh-oh, hes going to slap me!' With that thought, I squeezed my eyes tight.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey hey Shin, ya going to slap a girl?" i heard, a voice out of nowhere voiced out.&lt;br /&gt;"Nah. Am just going to kiss her." He turned away from me and faced a guy walking in from outside.&lt;br /&gt;I glared harder at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, unfortunately, you have annoyed the master of all." the guy walked over, and whispered into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;He's cool, I though. Looks gentle and kind, unlike the rude one.&lt;br /&gt;"H-him?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;I was angry at myself. I wanted my voice to be strong, steady and loud.&lt;br /&gt;I felt my face went burning.&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, she's blushing. Cutie pie." He said, stroking my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;"Guess you didn't know who's this guy eh? He's the very rich and powerful Tanaka Shinya.  While I'm Nakajima Ryuuke, his best friend since Junior High." he smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats your name huh, cutie pie?" Ryuuke-kun asked.&lt;br /&gt;"U-um, Takahashi Emiko.." I replied, turning away.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Ryu, I've decided to make her my next target." the guy name Shinya grinned.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to glaring at him.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-oh, poor Emi-chan. Good luck!" With that, Ryuuke-kun walked away and sat down playing with his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So.. Emiko huh. YOU WILL BE MY SLAVE." Shinya said.&lt;br /&gt;"W-why should I!? I won't. Not even if I'm going to die!" I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuke-kun chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to be here tomorrow early morning." While finishing this, he snatched my bag and took my cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;"Something to make you come," With that, he walk over to Ryuuke-kun and they both walked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slumped to my feet, feeling exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Confused, I walked home, dazed.&lt;br /&gt;"Tadaima, Okaa-san, Otou-san." I said, feeling lethargic.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O-kaeri nasai." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mum replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey kaa-san, do you know the Tanaka household?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Hm, why are you asking?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanted to know more about them since one of their sons' studying in my school." I lied.&lt;br /&gt;"You could say they are the richest family here. They own most of the company here in Tokyo. The company I'm working in is one example. And money doesn't really matter to them. Annoying one of them would be like digging your own grave."&lt;br /&gt;"Uh.. okay. Thanks." I have a bad premonition about this. "I'm going back to my room first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid back onto my bed, thinking about what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;And it was only the first day of school!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm absolutely, definitely very sure that...&lt;br /&gt;From tomorrow onwards, I will dread going to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513330203653407434-2278465405133252107?l=a-thousandlovestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-thousandlovestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2278465405133252107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513330203653407434&amp;postID=2278465405133252107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513330203653407434/posts/default/2278465405133252107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513330203653407434/posts/default/2278465405133252107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-thousandlovestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-two-tanaka-household.html' title='Chapter 2 - The Tanaka household.'/><author><name>A true love story.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11860475835538193879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
