"Kuanlan~~~" the drinking glass is wielded and splashs a tabletop... ...

     　"Pa! ! " following sound, both clear and is actually embarrassed.

     　Along with strength falling, not heavy but spicy, falls on that palely to extremely right cheek and irons a seal obviously to extremely occupy.

     　〝 In your eyes, tell why... .."

     　"In your calm both eyes, too rationality, I…..why I can’t watch myself, Uryuu?"

     　
　　She has a good stature , not only that, her individuality is really good. Now actually because of angry, her wet both eyes look at me angrily.Grievedly, the beautiful lips--- always initiative care about me, also are fully suffered by the master , both are red and swell.

     　" Orihime,you..."

     　"Let alone, Uryuu. Perhaps, we need to separate period of time,and think that somethings between us, with problems.Kakaka ~~~~ "

     　Gently closes her lips, then Orihime flings the elegant hairs, gradually vanishes.

   　 "... Pro…blem?Why are you so cruel…want to cruelly excavate my innermost feelings?"

   　 "…Go forward is Indifferent.,but backward is Lonely……Between

us... not once... "

    　Puts out a hand and covers his right cheek which faintly gives off heat.Having  a midnight pitch-black luxuriant young youth, Ishida Uryuu, only 21 years old.Right now he is workink for 【Светлана broker company】, holding the post of the model. At present Uryuu never mounts the stage officially, however, by reason of  Uryuu’s simple and elegant relies that to be beautiful, like the angel so pure.The attraction  already captures various fashionable clothing master’s and the photographic famous

expert's minds. Not neglectly, also contains influences of Uryuu’s father, although he quite deeply hates such the relations, actually it still deeply dugs him such..."ENTANGLEMENT".

    　Leaving seat peacefully, Uryu looks through the glasswindow deeply, to a distant place ,and the train of thought along with the merry-go-round which unceasingly spins,much noise nearby his ears , falls............

　　Delivers the Apricot blossom, is called the suspecion... 


TBC.
◎My Nonsense:
       Oh my god~~~~~~~
       For me,writing novels in English is really  really......too hard.However ,everthing must have a beginning,so this fiction is  my  first step.
 
        Attention:Maybe my pencraft  is not good,what's more I am still bad at English.If  you see any mistakes,please pardon  me ..........