#kouta02

[shouichitsugami]

➣ Magic Beans

superorangeshogun

[ Ω ]—— Today, Shouichi has decided that half the city needs a mood lifter, and what is better than showing people his super awesome magic tricks? With his materials at hand, he’s wandering the streets in search of his next target. So far he’d been threatened twice, chased off by a sword, and treated rudely at least a bunch of times. Well, it’s better than getting downright killed in front of everyone. That wouldn’t have made for a good publicity.

     ... Haaaa! If that isn’t the Orange Man! The guy he touched hands with in their first encounter while attempting to grab an orange at the same time. What good memories! Kouta’s face isn’t too difficult to recognize, and so is his height. Shouichi trots over to the shorter man, gleefully regarding him with a wide smile as he has something in his hand. Is that... a bean?

      “Good morning, Kouta-san~! You don’t look so happy today! Would you like to see something amazing to cheer up?”

[ryuugen-blog]

superorangeshogun

≼❦≽→ Mitsuzane sat by a window seat in a fast food restaurant, waiting for Kouta-san. The small of trail of snow outside the restaurant left everything to seem pristine in the light of the afternoon sun. It was a peaceful day. He continued to look out the window in wait for the older man. They had promised earlier to play with Kouta’s new arcade machine, seeing as Mitsuzane had no idea where his house was they decided to meet at a fast food place.

                  Frankly, it was the teen’s first time in a restaurant. He had only ordered a drink, though he was slightly curious about the hamburgers. Still looking outside, the teenager moved to take a sip of his drink, only to be frozen stiff. From the corner of his eye , sitting across from him. A sort of ghastly familiar figure. Of course on a peaceful day such us this… 

"Did you think you could lead a peaceful life here?"  ”Of course not.”

"You’re nothing but a shadow."  "I don’t need your petty reminders, Niisan." 

"You can’t escape from your past, Mitsuzane." "Do you think I don’t know that?!"

                   He had raised his voice and rose from his seat at the last sentence, in the blink of an eye the figure disappeared— a figment of the teen’s imagination. To replace him, standing by the table, was Kouta-san. Mortified, Mitsuzane sat back down, turning away. There was no way he didn’t hear or see just now.