Some...feudal story ?

I had a dream...no seriously, I had a dream one time. It was really...odd. It was like I was watching an anime, but I was actually in it. Kinda weird. But here's how it sort of began:

Feudal Love

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It was a warm spring afternoon in the town of Hokkaido. Many citizens bustled around town in their kimonos and yukatas.

A little girl of 5 walked through the back door of the crowded bakery. She was wearing a simple green kimono with a navy blue girdle around her waist. This showed the background of her family. Her long black hair was tied up and her dark blue eyes were shining. She carried with her a basket of eggs and a little boy of 6 was following behind her. He wore a ragged yukata, which showed his family's poverty, and had short dark brown hair. His green eyes were scared as he tried to pull the girl back and away from the bakery.

"No! Not now, he might get mad again!" the boy pulled her back but she ignored him. "He can't always be grouchy now, can he?" she asked him as they ran pass several workers. The kitchen of the bakery was pretty clustered. There were several brick stoves lined against the walls and a counter in the center. They ran around the counter to where the boss stood, ordering about the workers.

She smiled as she approached the boss and handed him the basket. "Two dozen, sir! Uncle says payment of 5 silver coins is expected day after tomorrow," she said proudly as the boss took the basket. The boss was a tall man in his 30's. His short black hair was a bit greasy and his glasses made him look twice as mean. He slowly reached towards the finished buns and handed one to her.

"Enjoy this and get out of here," he mumbled and she gladly took the bread. He turned back to his work 

"Sir?" she asked as he turned around with a menacing glare.

"What about him?" she asked while pointing to the boy next to her. He turned his back to her and said in a dangerous tone, "I made myself pretty clear didn't I?"

"Y-yes sir. Sorry, sir," she stuttered as the boy pulled her out of the bakery. They weaved in and out of the staff as they finally made it back outside into the daylight.

"See? I told you he wouldn't be in a good mood. He never is." The boy said as he miserably trudged through the alley towards the street. The girl followed him and silently nodded. "I guess I should've listened to you, huh?" The boy laughed as he turned around. "Of course! Always listen to your elders!" The girl pouted as she retorted back, "Only by a couple of months!" He laughed as she got mad. She smiled from hearing his laugh. The boy poked her cheek and ran off. "Made you smile."

She ran after him through the countryside and ran until they reached the stream in a more deserted and safe part of town. The boy sat down at the edge and dipped his feet in the stream. The girl sat down next to him and followed suit. She took out the bun the boss had given her and ripped in the half, giving the bigger half to the boy. He gladly took it and they ate in a peaceful silence.

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11 years later
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A boy of 17 played with his tousled dark brown hair as he walked out into the street. He was wearing a slightly ragged brown yukata and worn geta sandals. He looked pretty raggy but that fit him in his environment.
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That was all  was able to do. I just found it while going through some old files of mine. Kinda a bit..old in my opinion but eh, I thought this had some potential. Since the maine character was no one I know personally so I won't lose any inspiration. It always happens, I start writing about the latest duds of my love life and bam ! it's over. Or it comes rearing it's ugly head back at me. Weird, no ? Well let me explain a bit.

My first boyfriend and now ex, Andrew Chau. Oh, how I despise that name now. Probably wondering why I hate him so, and what happened ? Long story short, he's an ass. Totally. I have no idea what his current girlfriend sees in him. Jealous ? Not even close. He has so many flaws I despise, I don't even know why I accepted him in the first place. One of hte biggest mistakes of my life.

I started writing a story of how we met, etc. It's a dud now. It's sitting in a folder on my computer, inspiration lost, unable to continue. Only I'll know what happened and what will happen in that story. It's all in here -points at head-.

Next is Mr. Tony Zhao. I don't know if I should really be saying this, but I have a feeling he has better things to do that read my blog. Yes, I admit I had a little something going on for him. But the feeling wasn't mutal. Maybe I was reading him wrong, maybe I was being stupid. Who knows ? Or maybe he actually does feel the same way but I'm only one out of possibly 10 girls he likes. Maaaybe...not his fault you know. He's single, he's free to look. So am I.

When I started writing a short story about my relationship with him, he stops. Completely.

You know the phrase:

if the opposite of like is dislike,
then what is the opposite of love?
"is it hate?"
"no, but you were very close."
the opposite of love is unconcern.
in other words, ignorance.
not giving a response is as good as not caring.

That's how I felt. So I stopped. The second I say, "Okay, I'll stop trying for him," he comes back and we talk as if nothing happened. Which is weird. We usually have loads to talk about and I'm always the one starting it all so I guess I was feeling desperate and decided to stop. But now, I'm rethinking about this course of action for me.

Anyways, it's late, and I should go to bed. Sike. I just need to get off the computer for now cause my daddy's mad at me for staying on so late );

Til tomorrow !

-AK.

P.S. you know you love me. ♥

P.P.S. I find this phrase very catchy for some reason o.o