ever just re-read the whole WBK series, get the insatiable hunger to read fanfics to carry on your binge, don't find the fics you want, get an idea of the exact fic you want, then stare at your WIP in shame as you open a new WIP?
I feel like I just betrayed myself and the people waiting for an update on my WIP. I promise it's not abandoned ;-; I've just been experiencing perfection paralysis LMAO
anyway, it's a two chapter fic and I've got one chapter basically finished :D here's a sneak peak:
Summary:
The irony isn’t lost on Kotoha as she drags Sakura’s deadweight to the convenience store, that a year after they met— a year after he saves her for the first time —he has once again saved her from a creep. Except this time the stakes are higher, Sakura’s drugged, Kotoha is not in Makochi and whoever roofied Sakura is still after them. (Sakura will be having words with whoever invented drugs.)
Chapter 1:
Her phone rings once and Umemiya picks up her call, “Kotoha what’s up? Why are you calling me at…” she hears shuffling on the other side of the call, “2:30am?”
Keeping her breathing steady, Kotoha leans into Sakura like a clingy girlfriend to hide her phone squished between her head and shoulder.
“Onii-chan,” Kotoha hears Umemiya inhale sharply at that, and her heart skips a beat when she hears the crinkling of a can rolling behind them. “We’re going to reach the 7/11 near Orion Stars in five minutes please,” she pauses to steady herself when her voice cracks slightly, “come pick us up.”
All she hears on the other end is the sound of wind blowing before Umemiya speaks up again, “us?” It sounds like he’s sprinting.
Looking up into Sakura’s glassy eyes, guilt weighs heavily on her tongue and she manages, “Sakura came to pick me up but I think he got roofied.”
Umemiya swears and Kotoha almost falls over when Sakura suddenly lists to one side gagging. Slinging his hand over her shoulders, she slips her other hand around his back to rub soothing circles.
Her focus on Sakura is the only thing that stops her from flinching when she hears muffled chuckles from down the alley.
“Do not hang up. I’ll be right there, do you hear me Kotoha?” Kotoha’s heart clenches tightly at the way Umemiya’s voice shakes at her name. She hums in response as Sakura dry heaves into the pavement.
Jamming her phone into her back pocket, Kotoha holds back Sakura’s fringe as he retches again. “I’m so sorry Sakura,” Kotoha whispers at the pained wince on the boy’s face.
Turning to frown, no, squint at her— he can’t see properly her mind shrieks at her —Sakura mumbles some complaint or objection at her apology and presses a hand to his eyes.
“'oto…ha,” she hears him struggle. Not daring to look behind her, Kotoha steels herself and hauls Sakura up to have a better grip on the taller boy. Arms tensing and heart racing, she half-drags half-guides Sakura down the road, momentarily surprised by how light he is.
They need to put some distance between their stalkers and them, now.
