AMBITION
Ambition
A strong desire to do or to achieve something.
In this world, it can be dangerous.
It could be twisted.
Yuuko Ito is a 19 year old boy who's dream is to be a famous musician. yet, he is not an ordinary collage boy.
One day, he met a man that claims to be searching for a saxophone player for his friend bar. But the man was actually a member of a famous organization that is known to be dangerous. Hidden in his desire, Yuuko unlocks memories of his past and finds out who he actually is with a new found power.
"Hey you fine?" I whip my head around. Franticly searching for the voice owner and standing there i found a man.
Said man was wearing a dark blue coat, covering a cream colour button up shirt with a brown turtle neck, black ribbons tied up in his neck connecting trought the button up shirt.
He have black long pants with dark brown shoes.
His brown hair was short–it looks fluffy and straight at the same time. The bangs look poorly cutted as the one is longer than the other.
His brown eyes look sharp and mytical yet despite his beauty, the dirty background alley ruin the picture.
I quickly rub my eye after observing the man.
My white sweater sleeve immidietly was wet in tears and snot.
"Um....who are you?" I say, trying to sound softly and un-crying like.
"I just heard you crying, are you ok ma'am?"
'Ma'am? Is he talking to someone else?' I look around and saw noone is in the alley except me and him.
'Of course, no lady will be in this dirty alley anyway'
"...did he think i was a girl?" I talk outloud.
I quickly put my palm in my mouth looking at him, his face change into a gapping idiot after he heard what i just said.
"Um...your...a...guy?" The man say, his face look embarress.
I just nod looking at him–i relizes there was a scar in his cheeks.
It was distracting, the scar trails trought his right eye covering his white skin.
"Um...anyway–are you okay....man?"
"Yeah.....im okay....uh thanks...stranger...." i answer awkwardly.
I was still wearing my uniform and hat. I probably look stupid right now
"Did you get fired?" The man quickly say. I flinch back as he was near me–closer than before.
"Um...yeah..." i fidget my finger and step back a little looking at the side.
"Well there is this bar that need someone to play the trumphet or sexaphone, can you play any of those?"
Chapters get changes sometimes so reread every once in awhile!!
story settings
-in the 2000's
contain sensitive topics :
suicide, abuse, self harm, drugs, SA
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hello. this is my very first story that i actually put effort on, some chapters have bad grammar, theres might be spelling mistake
english isnt really my first language and its my first time making a book(that i actually didnt write stuff and make plans), so ill change something in a chapter once in awhile so it will follow the plot to the next chapter.
review,comments, anything really. is appreciated
enjoy!
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