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Jazz Bailey
13 July 2009 @ 07:15 pm
Couldn’t remember what color Rini’s eyes were.  :X  Whoops…  Hope it touches on the prompt enough!  ^^;;;

Characters: Psycho!Surprise CharacterXRini (CF‘s OC)
Prompt: http://messa.deviantart.com/art/My-Eyes-on-You-57966249
Rating: PG-13 (For safety)
Fandom: Café Kichijouji De
Warnings: Obsessiveness and first attempt at present tense.


He sees her coming in.  He sees her lift a cup with rising steam to her lips.  He sees her take a bite of soft, spongy cake, her lips coming down on the fork as it is being pulled out, her jaw moving in a chewing motion as soon as it’s out.  And again, time taken between each bite.  He sees her gazing out the window at passersby.  She stays for a while, sipping her coffee and eating her cake.  She smiles at him, a friendly smile before she looks back out.

That stare…  That gaze…  there is something entrancing about they way she looks at things.  The way her purple irises dance from one place to the other…  So beautiful…  So beautiful, her black pupils against the purple.  Her face…  So beautiful…  Black strands of hair…  So beautiful…  So beautiful…

So beautiful…

“Get back to work, Maki,” Taro says, having eyed Maki for staring at his younger sister.

Maki nods, watching as his love leaves, determined to have her.
Jazz Bailey
13 July 2009 @ 09:44 pm
Characters: MinagawaXRini (CF‘s OC), Taro Cameo
Fandom: Café Kichijouji
Prompt: http://messa.deviantart.com/art/red-and-white-66527617
Rating: PG
Warning: Death and light angst


Minagawa looked down at the grave of the one whom he had loved.  His expression was that of one who’s heart had been broken and torn to bits.  The hurt he was feeling was incomparable to anything he had ever felt before.  Ever since her death was proclaimed, he had actually broken down and cried, the first time in years.

Taro looked back at the man, feeling compassion for him for the first time.  He wanted to say something, but had finally decided against it and ultimately decided to leave him alone.

Minagawa didn’t notice him, however.  He hadn’t noticed much.  He took the red roses in his hand and gently tossed them unto her grave, grim look on his face.  He stood there for a few minutes before deciding to leave.

He had hardly taken two steps, before a breeze picked up and was circulating in a strange fashion, Minagawa noticed.  He stood, white rose petals flying from, he didn’t know where, following the wind current.  He felt.  He watched.  He smiled.  He smiled for the first time in weeks.

His love was still watching him.