Fic canon(s): Disney Twisted Wonderland
Computer-generated badfic for mission, created using The Fanfic Maker.
Warning for in-fic objectionable content: swearing, non-explicit sexuality, and mentions of controversial historical figures.
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This is a story about how Sakura,ace and Chris all first met. It takes place in savanaclaw Highschool before all the events, incidents and happenings happened..
In this story Jamil is a jock, ace is a dork and miko is the school pet.
We join our bros as they first check their school timetables.
"Who are you guys anyway?"
"Yo yo yo I am Deuce" said Deuce, pretending to be cool.
"Yo yo yo I am Jamil" said Jamil, who was actually really cool!
"Our next class is next" said Sakura.
"I noticed. We should go together." said Chris.
So they did.
When they got to class they went in and went to their chairs.
The chairs were hard and made from wood. Probably hard wood.
They sat down on their chairs (different ones).
At that moment Jamil came into the class room.
"omg! look its Jamil " said Sakura.
"Welcome class" said the teacher.
"Your first class, ever, is information technology. So open your books to page 86 and start learning."
Chris started learning intensely. His mind was filled with Information Technology.
Deuce was actually trying to learn stuff, but failing because they sucked hard.
Jamil looked like they were studying, but Chris knew they was clearly just faking it. Probably cheating. Yes, his was cheating at learning.
"Stop cheating!" said Chris
"Screw you!" said Jamil
Teacher turned around.
"Who said that?"
"Chris and Jamil did!" said Deuce, who was keen to grass people up. Because Deuce sucks.
"This is my final warning you two!" said Teacher.
Chris went back to his design and technology book to continue learning.
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Later, once they were alone and away from the others, Chris met with Sakura in a nearby condo
They had been meeting like this awhile now, often in the evenings or at night.
A deep friendship had struck up after their previous adventures, but they kept it hidden as they didn't know what the others would think.
They often did some talking, some mega gym, maybe a few board games.
They were quite close friends by now.
This particular night they were shearing secrets with eachother. Telling eachother things neither had told anyone else before. Things that not a single soul knew.
"Then there was that time I...Destroyed Deuces ming vase!"
"oh, Chris! thats positively evil! and I should know!"
They both laughed. The night had been full of stories like this. The time Sakura blackmailed a a Director. Or the time Chris fooled a Biochemist into thinking it was the end of the world.. Endless stories shared just between them and no one else.
It was making them closer.
Closer then Chris had ever thought possible.
As Chris was telling another story, He thought He saw Sakura examining Him. Looking with..was that longing?
nah...couldn't be.
The moment was over and they departed eachothers company.
Chris felt something had changed that night, but wasn't sure what.
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Chris was finding it hard to learn though. There was a giggle coming from behind them. A quite, but extremely cute giggle.
Chris turned around, and for the first time truly saw Sakura. Truly, deeply, completely saw Sakura.
Sakura giggled again. Their eyes lit up as they did so, reflecting Chris in their feminine orbs.
Sakura's saw Chris looking at that moment and giggled again, turning away quickly.
To Chris it seemed like Sakura turned in slow motion, Sakuras hair bobbing gently as they did. It was miasma-ising.
Chris suspected she wasn't a natural bluenette but it didn't matter. All that mattered was how well their hair colors would go together.
Every bit of Sakura was captivatingly radiant. From their Arm to their Nose and everything inbetween. It was all a perfect picture of picturess perfection.
"Holy fuck I am in love" said Chris.
"Shit"
"Fuck"
Chris panicked and ran out the room.
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Chris at that moment felt in his pocket. Thats strange there was a note.
It said He should rendezvous at the demolished beach at sunset.
Chris kept this secret as it was clearly just for Him.
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"Why are you looking at me like that? Its almost like your want me badly. Ha Ha!" Chris chuckled.
"You're my one true friend, Chris, probably the best one I've had in a long time. I like talking to you, hanging out with you, and I even love listening to you sing.
...And now that you've pointed it out, I think I might like to hug you a bit"
"You're touching me. That's not considered appropriate behavior," Chris whispered, His bottom lip trembling while His limbs felt frozen.
"Maybe not. But I don't think you're going to stop me." Sakura stroked Her hand up Chris's hip, and pulled His shirt from his trousers. Chris's eyes fluttered shut when He felt Sakura's fingers touch the skin of His lower back. But He forced them open again and stared into Sakura's pretty eyes.
"I should stop you." Chris knew He should. This was Sakura. Sakura! Could He dare wreck their close friendship? And what about their destiny? But that didn't bother Chris nearly as much.
"Stop me," Sakura said, and made it sound like a dare.
Chris was all set to give Sakura a glare, but it faded away when He got his first real look at Sakura.I mean sure, Chris had seen Sakura before, but not REALLY seen them. Not with these new eyes which Chris now had. His eyes had been opened.
Sakura's soft legs.
Her nice BOOBS!.
Her very agreeable pony tail.
In point of fact, Chriss mouth went a little slack and there may have been some drool.
It dripped on Sakura.
Sakura didn't seem to mind Chriss fluids though. Any kinda of fluid dropping on Her was fine it seemed. "ewww" She said but half way it turned to a "owwwwwww".
"owwwwwww"!
It was a "owwwwwww" of pleasure.
It was the first of many sounds to come
But then they shock hands firmly and said goodbye. Nothing else happened.
As Chris entered the corridor he could here giggling behind them.
But it wasn't the cute giggling of Sakura. No, it was the
horrid, hitler-esq, devilish giggling of the masses. A whole class laughing at him.
A teardrop shaped tear dripped down his cheek. It tasted bitter. Bitter like his life.
Ah, this was all Deuce's fault! thought Chris. If only Deuce wasn't so stupid none of this would have happened.
More tears fell down him, dripping on the floor and creating quite a mess for the janitor to clear up.
There was no choice, no choice at all.
Chris would have to run away from home again
And thus, this is how the story starts.
-The End
