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[Summer Contest Entry 2012] A Demon, a Season, a Reason...

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saihafire
12 years ago
Unedited
Spoiler:

1st Phase
You wouldn’t believe me if I told you that I’m a half incubus, 17 years old and still a fakku dependent virgin. Yeah-yeah, I know, with my power, I should be able to make any girl beg on her knees. But it wasn’t really my thing to do that. It’s naïve I know, but there was an event that changed my life.

The very fact that you’re reading my diary right now would mean I can assume you’re well acquainted with Fakku right? If you know the doujin Nemurii, then that’s how my life changed.

7th of July, I was accidentally forcefully summoned because of who knows what. I assume it’s a mistranslation of the grimiore and the Romanization summons a demi-demon instead. It could have been pure coincidence that I was summoned, no one but that damned God can tell.

Back to the topic, I awoke on inside a pentagram, the six points marked by candles signifying the barrier. It was a dark tiny room, with a single red light bulb. There were desks aligned in the walls with different sorts of equipment, it was a large “Darkroom” used in photography.

Facing me was a girl around 16 years old probably. She had short cropped shoulder length hair, her bangs reaching just above her eyebrows. Her glasses were a bit too thick and it was too dark for me to tell what her eyes looked like. She had a very simple face that one wouldn’t be able to tell what she looked like.

“Girl, what did you call me here for?” I tried to sound as intimidating as possible †˜cause I don’t know what demons usually do when they’re summoned.

“My, it actually worked… Interesting.” She looked like a child who just found a new toy to play with… ugh, toy doesn’t sound nice.

I tried to stand to get out of the barrier and leave but I suddenly fell down on my knees. “Dammit! The hell’s wrong with this thing?!” I complained.

“Since it worked, I could finally try out some experiments… fufufu…” She acts like she didn’t hear what I say.

“The hell with that, who’d agree to being experimented on, huh?”

“I can always starve you inside the barrier you know.”

“Heck, sure why not?!” I acted tough… which I regretted soon after. It was three days before I fell to my knees and begged her to give me food.

Food came at a price, every day I was injected with drugs and vitamins who knows where she got it from.

After two weeks, I lost it. I sealed her in her dreams and put a passive spell on her. I marked her already, it was a permanent bind. Every time she sleeps I can enter it and manipulate it. So I decided to seal her inside her sleep for now. That’s how my revenge started.



2nd Phase

Every night, as she slept, I would do all sorts of things to her, of course without consent. That’s what an incubus is of course. And every time she wakes up, she wouldn’t remember what happened.

Tonight will be the fourth day. She was lying on a bed, her hands and feet chained to the corners. I sat on the side of the bed and held her face. I wasn't used to seeing her face even until now. Unlike the nerdy look she has with the twin tails and the thick glasses, her brown eyes and her shoulder-length hair laid down was beautiful.

I stick my thumb inside her mouth; she showed a face of obvious disgust. During her dreams, she remembers what happens the previous times, yet when awake she doesn’t. It’s like having two personalities for her.

I slowly get on top of her and grinned. I felt the sadist within me. I slowly unbuttoned her top revealing two small mounds the size I could cup in my hands. Her body was intoxicating, it was a Lolita with a slightly larger breasts and just the right amount of hips.

“Get your hands off me!” She said with an obvious tone of disgust.

“Quit resisting, it would feel better for you if you don’t.”

I simply thought of silencing her and a handkerchief gagged her in the mouth. Such was my power in dreams.

I caressed her small mounds and played with her nipples. After a while, she started squirming, her legs were uncomfortable. She must be getting wet, I thought. I put my mouth to her breasts and brought down my hands to between her legs.

She was indeed wet. She must have came lightly by now. I slid her panties to the side and rubbed the smooth, shaved area above her pussy. I’m not sure if it was shaved or she really hasn’t grown anything yet. I traced it gently, barely touching her skin, down to her pussy.

I was careful not to put it in, that’s how it’s always been. I have no intention of raping her any more than foreplay, and when I think about it, I haven’t done anything for real to pleasure myself since the past few days.

I touched her small bean like clit. I playfully touched the foreskin around it and then suddenly pulled the clit lightly. Her body suddenly violently shook and her feet curled up. I could feel her cumming onto my hand. That’s how tonight’s session ended.



3rd Phase

That’s how things were for weeks. I would pleasure her without doing anything for myself. My condition grew worse, the more I used my youki without replenishing my strength by taking it from women, and I grew closer to death. I was killing myself inside.

I started trying to make her ask for it. I wouldn’t go all the way, unless she says it herself. No matter how I make her do it, I don’t care. All that mattered is that it came from her lips. But she was a strong woman, she never did though. I realized it then… I fell in love with her.

Two months passed, summer ends, and in the same way, I lost my power. The contract ended and everything was undone. All of the pictures she took while making fun of me in real life without her being conscious of what happens in her dreams… I disappeared in them.

I used the last of my strength to set her to have a dream, once more in July 7th the coming year. A dream to urge her to try out the summoning ceremony once more.



4th Phase

For three years that’s what happened. Or rather it was the third year that something changed. She seemed to start to remember. And she became partially conscious of the vicious cycle.

I didn’t notice though. I was too drunk in my selfish happiness of those two months of summer we had... And I spent ten months a year stalking her, and surprisingly she never had a boyfriend for three years. I don’t know why I never found it odd…

On that last day, she said something that stopped that cycle: “Will you leave me again… for another year? Why… can’t you stay with me?”

It broke me, she remembered before I even noticed.

“I have to. You don’t deserve to be treated this way. I was wrong from the beginning.”

“I… never really minded. I don’t know when it started, but every time you go, some part of me shatters. And even if I don’t remember you every time I summon you each year, it felt like I loved you all my life…”

I kneeled down and met her lips.


“This is good bye, if we we’re meant to be, then you should remember. Remember without my help.” It was cruel, I knew that. Yet it was the only way I could turn down her offer for the happiness I don’t deserve. I don’t deserve that for all the things I’ve done to her… the girl I loved.

Slowly, tears streamed down her face as her eyes slowly turned empty as she muttered: “please… no… don’t go… don’t leave me-“



4th Phase

7th of July, the 5th year. I’ve been dating her for a year now, as she summoned me once again last year. She was no longer the childish girl when I first met her. She was 20, already a woman.

The first thing I noticed was the never changing darkroom, the only difference was the lack of barrier and the change my master had. She dropped the book and hugged me as tears rolled down her face.

I held her in my arms as she kept saying my name over and over again.

“Yosuke… yosuke…yosuke”

“I’m back… Mira” I cried as I held her in my arms.

It was the season of watermelons, popsicles, and air-conditioning. It was our season, thank you summer…
___________________________________________________________________________________
“Do you, Yosuke Sanada, take this woman, Mira Ayasaki, as your legally wedded wife?”
___________________________________________________________________________________


Edited
Spoiler:

1st Phase
You wouldn’t believe me if I told you that I’m a half incubus, 17 years old and still a fakku dependent virgin. Yeah-yeah, I know, with my power, I should be able to make any girl beg on her knees. But it wasn’t really my thing to do that. It’s naïve I know, but there was an event that changed my life.

The very fact that you’re reading my diary right now would mean I can assume you’re well acquainted with Fakku right? If you know the doujin Nemurii, then that’s how my life changed.

7th of July, I was accidentally forcefully summoned because of who knows what. I assume it’s a mistranslation of the grimiore and the Romanization summons a demi-demon instead. It could have been pure coincidence that I was summoned, no one but that damned God can tell.

Back to the topic, I awoke on inside a pentagram, the six points marked by candles signifying the barrier. It was a dark spacious room, with a single red light bulb. There were desks aligned in the walls with different sorts of equipment, it was a large “Darkroom” used in photography.

Facing me was a girl around 16 years old probably. She had short cropped shoulder length hair, her bangs reaching just above her eyebrows. Her glasses were a bit too thick and it was too dark for me to tell what her eyes looked like. She had a very simple face that one wouldn’t be able to tell what she looked like.

“Girl, what did you call me here for?” I tried to sound as intimidating as possible †˜cause I don’t know what demons usually do when they’re summoned.

“My, it actually worked… Interesting.” She looked like a child who just found a new toy to play with… ugh, toy doesn’t sound nice.

I tried to stand to get out of the barrier and leave but I suddenly fell down on my knees. “Dammit! The hell’s wrong with this thing?!” I complained.

“Since it worked, I could finally try out some experiments… fufufu…” She acts like she didn’t hear what I say.

“The hell with that, who’d agree to being experimented on, huh?”

“I can always starve you inside the barrier you know.”

“Heck, sure why not?!” I acted tough… which I regretted soon after. It was three days before I fell to my knees and begged her to give me food.

Food came at a price, every day I was injected with drugs and vitamins who knows where she got it from.

After two weeks, I lost it. I sealed her in her dreams and put a passive spell on her. I marked her already, it was a permanent bind. Every time she sleeps I can enter it and manipulate it. So I decided to seal her inside her sleep for now. That’s how my revenge started.



2nd Phase

Every night, as she slept, I would do all sorts of things to her, of course without consent. That’s what an incubus is of course. And every time she wakes up, she wouldn’t remember what happened.

Tonight will be the fourth day. She was lying on a bed, her hands and feet chained to the corners. I sat on the side of the bed and held her face. I wasn't used to seeing her face even until now. Unlike the nerdy look she has with the twin tails and the thick glasses, her brown eyes and her shoulder-length hair laid down was beautiful.

I stick my thumb inside her mouth; she showed a face of obvious disgust. During her dreams, she remembers what happens the previous times, yet when awake she doesn’t. It’s like having two personalities for her.

I slowly get on top of her and grinned. I felt the sadist within me. I slowly unbuttoned her top revealing two small mounds the size I could cup in my hands. Her body was intoxicating, it was a Lolita with a slightly larger breasts and just the right amount of hips.

“Get your hands off me!” She said with an obvious tone of disgust.

“Quit resisting, it would feel better for you if you don’t.”

I simply thought of silencing her and a handkerchief gagged her in the mouth. Such was my power in dreams.

I caressed her small mounds and played with her nipples. After a while, she started squirming, her legs were uncomfortable. She must be getting wet, I thought. I put my mouth to her breasts and brought down my hands to between her legs.

She was indeed wet. She must have came lightly by now. I slid her panties to the side and rubbed the smooth, shaved area above her pussy. I’m not sure if it was shaved or she really hasn’t grown anything yet. I traced it gently, barely touching her skin, down to her pussy.

I was careful not to put it in, that’s how it’s always been. I have no intention of raping her any more than foreplay, and when I think about it, I haven’t done anything for real to pleasure myself since the past few days.

I touched her small bean like clit. I playfully touched the foreskin around it and then suddenly pulled the clit lightly. Her body suddenly violently shook and her feet curled up. I could feel her cumming onto my hand. That’s how tonight’s session ended.



3rd Phase

That’s how things were for weeks. I would pleasure her without doing anything for myself. My condition grew worse, the more I used my youki without replenishing my strength by taking it from women, and I grew closer to death. I was killing myself inside.

I started trying to make her ask for it. I wouldn’t go all the way, unless she says it herself. No matter how I make her do it, I don’t care. All that mattered is that it came from her lips. But she was a strong woman, she never did though. I realized it then… I fell in love with her.

Two months passed, summer ends, and in the same way, I lost my power. The contract ended and everything was undone. All of the pictures she took while making fun of me in real life without her being conscious of what happens in her dreams… I disappeared in them.

I used the last of my strength to set her to have a dream, once more in July 7th the coming year. A dream to urge her to try out the summoning ceremony once more.



4th Phase

For three years that’s what happened. Or rather it was the third year that something changed. She seemed to start to remember. And she became partially conscious of the vicious cycle.

I didn’t notice though. I was too drunk in my selfish happiness of those two months of summer we had... And I spent ten months a year stalking her, and surprisingly she never had a boyfriend for three years. I don’t know why I never found it odd…

On that last day, she said something that stopped that cycle: “Will you leave me again… for another year? Why… can’t you stay with me?”

It broke me, she remembered before I even noticed.

“I have to. You don’t deserve to be treated this way. I was wrong from the beginning.”

“I… never really minded. I don’t know when it started, but every time you go, some part of me shatters. And even if I don’t remember you every time I summon you each year, it felt like I loved you all my life…”

I kneeled down and met her lips.


“This is good bye, if we we’re meant to be, then you should remember. Remember without my help.” It was cruel, I knew that. Yet it was the only way I could turn down her offer for the happiness I don’t deserve. I don’t deserve that for all the things I’ve done to her… the girl I loved.

Slowly, tears streamed down her face as her eyes slowly turned empty as she muttered: “please… no… don’t go… don’t leave me-“



4th Phase

7th of July, the 5th year. I’ve been dating her for a year now, as she summoned me once again last year. She was no longer the childish girl when I first met her. She was 20, already a woman.

The first thing I noticed was the never changing darkroom, the only difference was the lack of barrier and the change my master had. She dropped the book and hugged me as tears rolled down her face.

I held her in my arms as she kept saying my name over and over again.

“Yosuke… yosuke…yosuke”

“I’m back… Mira” I cried as I held her in my arms.

It was the season of watermelons, popsicles, and air-conditioning. It was our season, thank you summer…
___________________________________________________________________________________
“Do you, Yosuke Sanada, take this woman, Mira Ayasaki, as your legally wedded wife?”
___________________________________________________________________________________

-Cut on 1496 words-
Afterword and remarks:
Thank you for reading my work up to this point if you did! The original drafts of this story would sum up to 1700 words give or take, so I unfortunately dropped some things to cut it short. Anyway… Please vote for it if you like it!
1. I hoped I gave enough clues to Mira’s nationality :P she’s half foreigner and was born and raised in America. She came to Japan at the age of 12 so she’s attending a special school for foreign students. Thus the 2 month break designed for foreign students.
2. Her father is a professional photographer that travels like 10 months a year. So he irresponsibly leaves his daughter alone. Her mother on the on the other hand died when she was 11, thus the reason she came to Japan.
3. As for Yosuke’s family, he’s an only child without parents. With a demon for a father and a mother who died at his youth, his father left him with a familiar to watch over him.
4. Oh and for the Nemurii reference. It’s about a dream hypnosis/mind break thing. Try reading it if it’s up your alley: D
5. As for the ending, that’s actually all that’s asked in a civil wedding. I dunno if that’s true for Japan as well though :P
You’re free to believe these events are real, as I said, this could be my diary. -Saihafire
Anyway, again, THANKS FOR READING!
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Grock
12 years ago
I can tell you worked pretty hard on this. Good job on covering up plot holes, haha.
This reminds me of a certain H-manga. Not much of a reviewer, so all I can say is good job, and good luck.
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saihafire
12 years ago
The reason you're reminded of it cuz that's really the type I was planning. Warm bonds ends vanilla-ish. While Nemurii doesn't. And if you really DO like it, please vote for me! *bows* please! I hope to get into the final voting atleast this once... I failed getting any far last winter, and am trying again the next one. Anyway, thanks for reading!
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Blaze
12 years ago
Hmmm...interesting. I am intrigued by the plot and unlike the others I've read at this point, it seems to have all the elements that a proper story requires. I know that feeling of having to make cuts in favor of keeping to the limit. The original draft of my story was 2,231 words, so I had to cut an entire prologue that set up what the main character was supposed to be like. I think the only thing that I am a little puzzled with is the fact that you stated that he was dying because he was using up his power, but at the end, he's still alive with no power. A minor nitpick, I know, but otherwise, an excellent story.
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saihafire
12 years ago
Blaze wrote...
Hmmm...interesting. I am intrigued by the plot and unlike the others I've read at this point, it seems to have all the elements that a proper story requires. I know that feeling of having to make cuts in favor of keeping to the limit. The original draft of my story was 2,231 words, so I had to cut an entire prologue that set up what the main character was supposed to be like. I think the only thing that I am a little puzzled with is the fact that you stated that he was dying because he was using up his power, but at the end, he's still alive with no power. A minor nitpick, I know, but otherwise, an excellent story.


No rather, I forgot to add that in my rants. The contract was bound in a way that if he ever loses his "demon" form, and becomes temporarily human again, he's unbound. So he spends 10 months again to recover demon energy. Which without saying means that he DID fuck other girls over the 10 months. Sad point.
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saihafire
12 years ago
Blaze wrote...
Hmmm...interesting. I am intrigued by the plot and unlike the others I've read at this point, it seems to have all the elements that a proper story requires. I know that feeling of having to make cuts in favor of keeping to the limit. The original draft of my story was 2,231 words, so I had to cut an entire prologue that set up what the main character was supposed to be like. I think the only thing that I am a little puzzled with is the fact that you stated that he was dying because he was using up his power, but at the end, he's still alive with no power. A minor nitpick, I know, but otherwise, an excellent story.


Dark tiny room.... large darkroom... fail LOL gonna edit that now XD
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Xenon FAKKU Writer
12 years ago
Alright, I'll be noting comments as I read it. I will also mention any errors I catch for your benefit because it is very easy for me to catch stuff. When I point something out, errors will be in red, comments in dark red, and anything that shouldn't be in place, I'll strike-through.

saihafire wrote...

Edited
Spoiler:

1st Phase
You wouldn’t believe me if I told you that I’m a half incubus,[color=red].[/color] [color=red]I'm[/color] 17 years old and still a f[color=red]F[/color]akku dependent virgin. Yeah-yeah, I know,[color=red].[/color] w[color=red]W[/color]ith my power, I should be able to make any girl beg on her knees. But it wasn’t really my thing to do that. It’s naïve[color=red],[/color] I know, but there was an event that changed my life.

The very fact that you’re reading my diary right now would mean I can assume you’re well acquainted with Fakku[color=red],[/color] right? If you know the doujin [color=red]"[/color]Nemurii,[color=red]"[/color] then that’s how my life changed.

[color=red]On the [/color]7th of July, I was accidentally forcefully summoned because of who[color=red]-[/color]knows[color=red]-[/color]what. I assume it’s a mistranslation of the grimio[color=red]i[/color]re and the Romanization summons a demi-demon instead. It could have been pure coincidence that I was summoned, no one but that damned God can tell.

Back to the topic, I awoke on inside a pentagram, the six points marked by candles signifying the barrier. It was a dark spacious room, with a single red light bulb. There were desks aligned in the walls with different sorts of equipment, it was a large “Darkroom” used in photography.

Facing me was a girl around 16 years old probably. She had short[color=red],[/color] cropped[color=red],[/color] shoulder[color=red]-[/color]length hair, her bangs reaching just above her eyebrows. Her glasses were a bit too thick and it was too dark for me to tell what her eyes looked like. She had a very simple face that one wouldn’t be able to tell what she looked like. [color=#9D0A0A](Yet you do describe what she looked like. What's the point of this, then?)[/color]

“Girl, what did you call me here for?” I tried to sound as intimidating as possible †˜cause I don’t know what demons usually do when they’re summoned.

“My, it actually worked… Interesting.” She looked like a child who just found a new toy to play with… u[color=red]U[/color]gh, toy doesn’t sound nice.

I tried to stand to get out of the barrier and leave but I suddenly fell down on my knees. “Dammit! The hell’s wrong with this thing?!” I complained.

“Since it worked, I could finally try out some experiments… f[color=red]F[/color]ufufu…” She acts[color=red]ed[/color] like she didn’t hear what I say[color=red]id[/color].

“The hell with that, who’d agree to being experimented on, huh?”

“I can always starve you inside the barrier[color=red],[/color] you know.”

“Heck, sure[color=red],[/color] why not?!” I acted tough… which I regretted soon after. It was three days before I fell to my knees and begged her to give me food.

Food came at a price,[color=red].[/color] e[color=red]E[/color]very day I was injected with drugs and vitamins[color=red].[/color] w[color=red]W[/color]ho knows where she got it from.

After two weeks, I lost it. I sealed her in her dreams and put a passive spell on her. I marked her already, it was a permanent bind. Every time she sleeps[color=red]t,[/color] I can[color=red]ould[/color] enter it and manipulate it. So[color=red],[/color] I decided to seal her inside her sleep for now. That’s how my revenge started.



2nd Phase

Every night, as she slept, I would do all sorts of things to her, of course without consent. That’s what an incubus is of course. And every time she wakes up, she wouldn’t remember what happened.

Tonight will be the fourth day. She was lying on a bed, her hands and feet chained to the corners. I sat on the side of the bed and held her face. I wasn't used to seeing her face even until now. Unlike the nerdy look she has with the twin tails and the thick glasses, her brown eyes and her shoulder-length hair laid down was beautiful.

I stick my thumb inside her mouth; she showed a face of obvious disgust. During her dreams, she remembers what happens the previous times, yet when awake she doesn’t. It’s like having two personalities for her.

I slowly get on top of her and grinned. I felt the sadist within me. I slowly unbuttoned her top revealing two small mounds the size I could cup in my hands. Her body was intoxicating, it was a Lolita with a slightly larger breasts and just the right amount of hips.

“Get your hands off me!” She said with an obvious tone of disgust.

“Quit resisting, it would feel better for you if you don’t.”

I simply thought of silencing her and a handkerchief gagged her in the mouth. Such was my power in dreams.

I caressed her small mounds and played with her nipples. After a while, she started squirming, her legs were uncomfortable. She must be getting wet, I thought. I put my mouth to her breasts and brought down my hands to between her legs.

She was indeed wet. She must have came lightly by now. I slid her panties to the side and rubbed the smooth, shaved area above her pussy. I’m not sure if it was shaved or she really hasn’t grown anything yet. I traced it gently, barely touching her skin, down to her pussy.

I was careful not to put it in, that’s how it’s always been. I have no intention of raping her any more than foreplay, and when I think about it, I haven’t done anything for real to pleasure myself since the past few days.

I touched her small bean like clit. I playfully touched the foreskin around it and then suddenly pulled the clit lightly. Her body suddenly violently shook and her feet curled up. I could feel her cumming onto my hand. That’s how tonight’s session ended.



3rd Phase

That’s how things were for weeks. I would pleasure her without doing anything for myself. My condition grew worse, the more I used my youki without replenishing my strength by taking it from women, and I grew closer to death. I was killing myself inside.

I started trying to make her ask for it. I wouldn’t go all the way, unless she says it herself. No matter how I make her do it, I don’t care. All that mattered is that it came from her lips. But she was a strong woman, she never did though. I realized it then… I fell in love with her.

Two months passed, summer ends, and in the same way, I lost my power. The contract ended and everything was undone. All of the pictures she took while making fun of me in real life without her being conscious of what happens in her dreams… I disappeared in them.

I used the last of my strength to set her to have a dream, once more in July 7th the coming year. A dream to urge her to try out the summoning ceremony once more.



4th Phase

For three years that’s what happened. Or rather it was the third year that something changed. She seemed to start to remember. And she became partially conscious of the vicious cycle.

I didn’t notice though. I was too drunk in my selfish happiness of those two months of summer we had... And I spent ten months a year stalking her, and surprisingly she never had a boyfriend for three years. I don’t know why I never found it odd…

On that last day, she said something that stopped that cycle: “Will you leave me again… for another year? Why… can’t you stay with me?”

It broke me, she remembered before I even noticed.

“I have to. You don’t deserve to be treated this way. I was wrong from the beginning.”

“I… never really minded. I don’t know when it started, but every time you go, some part of me shatters. And even if I don’t remember you every time I summon you each year, it felt like I loved you all my life…”

I kneeled down and met her lips.


“This is good bye, if we we’re meant to be, then you should remember. Remember without my help.” It was cruel, I knew that. Yet it was the only way I could turn down her offer for the happiness I don’t deserve. I don’t deserve that for all the things I’ve done to her… the girl I loved.

Slowly, tears streamed down her face as her eyes slowly turned empty as she muttered: “please… no… don’t go… don’t leave me-“



4th Phase

7th of July, the 5th year. I’ve been dating her for a year now, as she summoned me once again last year. She was no longer the childish girl when I first met her. She was 20, already a woman.

The first thing I noticed was the never changing darkroom, the only difference was the lack of barrier and the change my master had. She dropped the book and hugged me as tears rolled down her face.

I held her in my arms as she kept saying my name over and over again.

“Yosuke… yosuke…yosuke”

“I’m back… Mira” I cried as I held her in my arms.

It was the season of watermelons, popsicles, and air-conditioning. It was our season, thank you summer…
___________________________________________________________________________________
“Do you, Yosuke Sanada, take this woman, Mira Ayasaki, as your legally wedded wife?”
___________________________________________________________________________________


You'll notice that only the first phase has editor marks. That's because it continues like that and I currently don't have time to delve into further sections. Simply follow the formula. You may pick up that a lot of errors are caused by the casual tone you're creating, or a conflict between present and past tense (everything should be in past, it's a diary.) So, look it over again and try to catch things in the next phases without me going over everything first. If you really struggle, then I'll try to help, but not now.
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Cinia Pacifica Ojou-sama Writer
12 years ago
Two 4th phases? ... What?
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saihafire
12 years ago
Cinia Pacifica wrote...
Two 4th phases? ... What?


Never realized that, hehe. I'm going to make a remake of this just for fun next time. When my writing skills get better. Without the phases thing and changing the way I presented the ending.
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