Aria The Scarlet Ammo -Fan Fiction-Prologue
Aria yelled from the couch of his one floor apartment. She had just taken a five minute nap, and was ready to face yet another Sunday. Oh how she dreaded them. All she kept thinking about was how she had to go to school the next day.
"What do you want now?" He asked sadly as he walked in.
"Glad you asked!" She said as she sat up. Kinji just slapped his forehead, and Aria giggled.
"Do you ever just sleep?" Aria frowned, ignoring his comment.
"I want a peach bun." She demanded, stretching her arms out and yawning. Kinji sighed and sat down next to her, pulling out his phone. Aria narrowed her eyes at the cat keychain hanging from it. She had one exactly like it, from when he had won it for her at the arcade. As flipped the phone open and checked his inbox, he saw twelve new messages from Shirayuki and opened the latest one. It read,
"Hello, Kin-Chan! Just wanted to say that my time at the shrine has been extended another week. But I've been-"
Aria snapped the phone cl
Cage PrincessChapter 1
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