ShiningRayWolf

"Where did this scar come from?" Ruri curiously questioned. She placed her soft hand over the scar that lied on his arm. The scar was a jagged patch of skin with a single, thick cut going down the middle. The scar was a reminder of a painful victory – he commonly attempted to hide the scar. He had forgotten about it in the heat of the Ferris Wheel cart – he had went ahead and rolled up his sleeves. Kyouhei looked at the girl who sat beside him. Her petite hand was mild against him – so unbelievably smooth and delicate, also. He wanted to know what it would feel like to hold it... He gulped, looking down for a second to think