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Name: Miko Age: Nineteen. Height: 5'3" Weight: 134lbs Gender: Female Species: Neko Sexual Preference: Straight Job: Pet/Maid Owner: Takkun Likes: Music/ Dancing/ Cooking/ Cleaning/ Writing/ Reading/ Being with Takkun/ Smoking/ Dreaming/ Playing video games/ Pocky [Strawberry] Dislikes: New people/ Killing/ Dogs/ Insects/ Dying in a game/ Spicy foods/ Sour drinks/ Forgetting/ Hate/ Blood Personality: Dreamy/ Loving/ Caring/ Bubbleheaded/ Calm/ Fun/ Loyal/ Nurturing/ Dependable/ Care-Free/ Dorky/ Artistic/ Cheerful/ Flirty/ Romantic
Biography: Living the life of a neko is not easy when you're one in a million. It's either, people are obsessing over you or their trying to kill you for being a demon. At least I haven't been taken in as an experiment. . . yet.
I was brought up in a large city. Noises all the time. I mean, come on, how is a girl supposed to get a cat-nap in? Well, I lived with my grandparents cause unfortanately my mother didn't want me. Go figure. I was able to see my sibblings, whom were not demons such as I, hense, my mother loved them. Can't really say the same about me though. Anyways, I was homeschooled by my grandmother for my entire life. It must of sucked for her. Luckily my dad was this big shot lawyer, so we were pretty much rollin' in dough.
When I was seventeen, my younger brother died. He was only thirteen. I wonder, from all the hate that my mother had apon me, you'd think she would have at least let me go to his funeral. Think again. Hmm, I wonder if God is punishing her for what she did to me? Neh. I'm not that important. To her at least. Or anybody for that matter.
I moved out of the house when I turned eighteen and moved in with my EX. Yes I had managed to get a boyfriend, for a temporary time I suppose. Well at the time we were going out but I think it was only cause I was getting media or some BS like that. Well, I stayed there for like a year. . . I liked it. Well, what about now? Where am I? Well let me explain.
I was off at Starbucks. Getting me some coffee with extra cream. Go figure. Suddenly, I feel a tug on my, EXTREMELY sensative tail. "WTF?!" I scream and look behind me. Well, there he was, Takkun. Only sixteen. I couldn't help but stare at his electric blue mohawk or that childish grin on his face. Perhaps I was in a good mood, cause I smiled back at him. He told me, that he couldn't help but not talk to me. Not only cause I was "just so ******** cute", as he would put it, but because I looked a little down.
Well I ended up spilling my guts out to this kid, which is odd cause I hate telling people my problems. It always seems to just cause more problems. But, for some reason, talking to him made me feel, I don't know, safe and secure. Something I had never felt before.
Heh. To cut a long story short, I ended up moving out of my now EX's and moving in with him. His parents? None. He had his own place. Now all I have to do is keep the place lookin' good and cook. And what?! Be his pet?! WTF *****?!!! Yes, I agreed. I don't know why though. I'm not that kinda girl, just so you know. Though, now that i'm living with him, I feel a lot more happier then I had ever been. He takes care of me, and I take care of him. AM I falling for this kid? Nah. I don't think so. Maybe I am. Maybe I have. Hmm. All I know is, when I am around him, it's like the ground is falling out from under my feet. I feel weightless, and happy. Is it love? Only time will tell.
0Haruhara Haruko0 · Mon Jan 14, 2008 @ 05:55pm · 0 Comments |
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