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Title: Heart-warming Childhood Tales, Chapter Two
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Theme: Motoki--Reflection
Genre: Drama
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG
“Hi, I’m Kusaka Hina. My father just adopted Mamoru-kun.”
“I’m Furuhata Motoki, his best friend. So, you’re his new sister?” It didn’t seem fair, having to loose his parents to get a new sister. He’d gotten Unazuki for free and he still wasn’t sure he wanted her.
“No! I’m his bet-beth-betro… I’m going to be Mamoru-kun’s bride someday.”
“Eww! You’re a girl.”
“Who did you think he was going to marry?” the little girl humphed. “Just look at me in the mirror. I’m pretty and smart and rich.” She puffed herself up with all the arrogance the small child could manage.
“You have cooties. I’d better get a cootie shot before I catch them. I’m never getting married.”
“Mamoru’s going to marry me because he’s mature. Unlike you.” She tapped him nowhere near hard enough to be called a push, crying “Tag, you’re it”, before running off.
Title: Heart-warming Childhood Tales, Chapter Two
Author:
purplekitteTheme: Motoki--Reflection
Genre: Drama
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG
“Hi, I’m Kusaka Hina. My father just adopted Mamoru-kun.”
“I’m Furuhata Motoki, his best friend. So, you’re his new sister?” It didn’t seem fair, having to loose his parents to get a new sister. He’d gotten Unazuki for free and he still wasn’t sure he wanted her.
“No! I’m his bet-beth-betro… I’m going to be Mamoru-kun’s bride someday.”
“Eww! You’re a girl.”
“Who did you think he was going to marry?” the little girl humphed. “Just look at me in the mirror. I’m pretty and smart and rich.” She puffed herself up with all the arrogance the small child could manage.
“You have cooties. I’d better get a cootie shot before I catch them. I’m never getting married.”
“Mamoru’s going to marry me because he’s mature. Unlike you.” She tapped him nowhere near hard enough to be called a push, crying “Tag, you’re it”, before running off.
