His Hazel Eyes Part One

By Chibi Sakura

Disclaimer: Do I look like a super famous manga artist to you?

Do you think it's even possible for me to create something as

almighty and powerful as Wedding Peach? Well, if you do (or did)

REALITY CHECK! If I owned anything that had to do with WA I

wouldn't be sitting here eating this darned bag of Doritos in 

front of this darned PC typing up this darned disclaimer…I would 

be in darned Tahiti. My point is:

Wedding Peach and its respective characters belong to someone

else, not me. Get it? Got it? Good. ^_^

Author's Note: Hello everyone! Welcome to my very first WA fic.

Eeps! WAIT! COME BACK, don't go…! ::whimper, whimper:: You would

make Sakura a very genki child if you stayed and read on…

::cough:: Anyway, enough rambling from me, here's a helpful

hint… This li'l story is actually written in our dear Yousuke's

P.O.V. okay? Okay! So…now you ask, what the heck inspired silly

Sakura to invade into poor Yousuke's little mind? ::Sakura

scratches behind her head:: Um… Well, I guess it's just…the

result of too many M&M's before downing a six pack of Dr.

Pepper! ::heh heh heh:: Anyway! Read on, and tell me what you

thunk of it! Ja ne, sayonara… ~Sakura-chan~ (alicefan@misystems.cnchost.com)

 

Fifty-four…fifty-five…fifty-six… I watched the little

black/white ball intently as it repeatedly continued to kiss the

tips of my knee. I was in the park, yet again. I've been coming

to this place quite often lately, for what reason…I myself, am

not quite sure. I guess, I like this peace and quiet here. I can

have some quality "me" time, to think things over. I've been

getting these really strange feelings lately… I-I can't explain

it, but…to be blunt and truthful, I…I hear voices.

No! WAIT! Come back! I'm NOT crazy…really. I'm not. I don't hear

voices, actually. They're more like bells, to be exact. Then I

get this…this incredibly painful throbbing within my head, it

makes no sense! In fact, the pain is so intense I literally keel

over in agony! But…but after a few moments of this awful

torture, everything goes black. Then…I wake up, and I find

myself as healthy as can be, lying somewhere on the ground. I'm

very, very confused. Then, as if on cue, the ball that has been

bouncing for such a length of time upon myself drops to the

floor. One hundred and seventy-seven.

I bend over, panting lightly for a few short moments, then I

lean forward to retrieve the black/white sphere and head for the

main exit of the abandoned park.

As I plod home slowly down the empty streets at this late hour,

carrying my ball under one arm, my towel hanging casually around

the neck…my thoughts take an unexpected turn towards a certain

somebody that has been playing a important part in my everyday

life. Although I tease her practically everyday, taunt her even,

with that hated nickname of "Momo-pi", I know that… Well, at

least, I THINK that she's actually quite fond of that name

(though she denies it at every chance she gets… But ah! Sweet

Momo-pi, you cannot hide your fondness for it from me, I can see

it clearly within your lovely depths of blue ever so easily…),

as I am of it. For I truly don't mean it in any offending order,

just a cute little title for the equally adorable receiver of

the name itself! In fact, I mean "Momo-pi" in the friendliest

way possible. Though I'd rather die first than admit it to her

face… Oh. Her face… That brings me to my next subject of

discussion (AN: Nan? Discussion? ::Sakura squints her eyes::

Where? I only see you, Yousuke…who the heck are you talking to?

-_-;), her facial features… Those frighteningly large sky-

colored eyes that one can get lost very easily in a mere

millisecond (trust me on this one…I've had quite a lot of

experience in this situation)… That cute little button

nose…those beautifully luscio- HOLD IT! Wait a second… Since

when do I start analyzing Momoko's every feature? That's

Takuruu's department. It's not like I'm the one who likes her or

anything… Ack! I mean, I definitely don't like her, uh-uh, not

at all… Well, not like that anyway. Really. I don't. (AN: Uh-

huh. You just keep that up, Yousuke. Say that couple hundred

more times and even YOU may start to believe it… ::snickers::)

Though I must admit, I do feel a certain protective

responsibility over the clumsy girl. I mean, if it weren't for

me, who knows what might have happened to her by now? I stop for

a moment to stare at the homey looking building that now stands

before me. For I have somehow (Out of pure coincidence! I swear!

I didn't mean to come here…) wandered to the front Momoko's very

doorstep…

Hey there! If you're reading this li'l ditty right here, then

there's only one thing I would like to say to you. THANK YOU

THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! (Okay, okay…so it was three things…but

who's counting?) But I truly do appreciate you taking your time

to read my crazy li'l fic, I hope you enjoyed it! I definitely

enjoyed writing it. Well, once again, arigatou you wonderful

people! Write me! ~Chibi Sakura~