Blossom petals fell slowly and twirled though the air. For a moment a light breeze twisted the petals into a spiral, untill they flew so closely that one could not see what was inside the piller of light pink flower petals. As sudenly as it started it stoped and the petals fell to the ground, and as they did Kuzukio Imahara came into view. He stood peacefully, looking about. Kuzukio pushed his glasses up, closer to his face, and retured his hand into the pocket of his black slacks.
 Mo Sals · Sun Mar 20, 2005 @ 01:29am · 0 Comments |
