GUILTY CROWN-INORI AND SHU

It was about some time in the middle of June, the sun was blazing in the pure blue sky, not even an attenuate shred of wingu was visible and it was a siku for enjoyment for everyone except for a certain someone.
"Why do I have to follow wewe Kiyotsugu-kun?" Shima asked as he followed the leader of the Kiyo Supernatural squad. Shima wanted to spend time with Oikawa-san who was with Nura-kun right now on the beach, pwani but Shima had to follow Kiyotsugu around the beach, pwani to find some Yokai. He indeed was sulking.
"Stop bewailing Shima-kun! If wewe want to impress Oikawa-san then just stay brave in front...

Chapter 2

When Tsurara was safely inside her room, she leaned back against the tightly shut shoji door. Then, she could not hold back anymore. Beads of tears that had been frozen kept falling down to the floor while she sat there for a long time. The pain in her moyo was unbearable. Her loved one viewed her no zaidi than his follower. And it was sad, knowing her upendo was not requited, even a bit. It was lucky that she had her own room now, au she would have to explain to Kejouro. She did not want anyone to worry about her affair.

Sometimes, she felt very jealous of Kejouro and Kubinashi's relationship....

Chapter 3

Days passed as Tsurara had to go through the same pattern. She would follow her master to school in the morning, watch him and his dear childhood friend laughing and talking, look as they chatted during lunch break, following him home. au there would be days when she went to visit the Awarashi's clan. These days were busy, yet the feeling of hollow always took hold of her heart, and she had not felt alive even in one moment. She knew others noticed and worried for her. And she felt guilty for that too. But she could not order her moyo to obey anymore. Days she would wear a fake smile,...

Chapter 4

The familiar sound of her mother's shamisen woke her from her slumber as Tsurara opened her golden eyes. The door to the garden was opened and Setsura was leaning on the paper door, holding the instrument in her arms. The song her mother usually played for her when Tsurara was young filled her ears, and gave her the warm feelings of being home, of knowing there was someone who loved her.

Tsurara was lying on the futon she shared with her mother the night before. There were wet spots on the white mattress, where her frozen tears had melted. She could not recall when did she cry as much...