Gachiakuta
Regto
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Note: Spoilers for Gachiakuta
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"Are you kidding me!?"
It was time for you to head out to work, you had just opened your door and saw trash spread all over your front yard. The luscious scenery was ruined by people's discarded items. You looked around to see if anyone was nearby. Luckily, you saw a figure standing on your stone fence. You suspected they were the one and yelled at them.
"Hey! Is this your doing?" you screamed. The person ignored your screams and kept their back facing you. Angered by this, you picked up a piece of trash and threw it at them causing it to hit them in the head. The trash that was a whole broke into pieces as it fell to the ground.
The figure lifted one hand and rubbed the area the trash landed. They slowly turned, looking at where the trash landed. It was difficult to see, but you got a little description of them.
"White hair, black tips, red eyes..." you whispered to yourself, marking it in your memory.
"You'll pay for this!" you shouted. The person seemed unaffected by your claim, they jumped down and picked up the pieces of the trash and quickly left. Frustrated, you cleaned up the mess that was left behind. It took a while, causing you to be late for work. Days had passed and you were still fuming about the incident. You took a walk, trying to calm yourself down. You overheard people talking about a trash vandal. It seems like another incident happened.
"What are the police doing?" you questioned. Interested, you eavesdropped on the convo. They talked and talked about their suspicions on who it may be. A recurring suspect came up, tribes folk. Their voices soured as they mentioned them. They launched into a slander fest, calling them filth and many other terms.
As their slander continued, you decided to leave. You took a step to turn but happened to bump into someone, a tribesfolk they happened to be talking about. You flew back and landed on your bum. You looked up at the person who held their hand out to you.
They had black hair and an unkempt be goatee. He wore layered clothing just like most on the sphere but was different from the others. You took his hand and he hoisted you up. You thanked him and he gave you a smile, you smiled back.
He looked over to the others and smiled at them took, causing them to go silent and gave an awkward smile before running off.
"You alright, that was a hard fall." He asked you.
"I'm fine, honest." You reassured back. You looked around your clothes in search of dust and patted it off. As you looked up you noticed he had a book in his hand and was writing in it.
"You write?" You inquired. The design of the book peaked your interest.
"Has a stranger like me caught your fancy?" He closed the book and looked you in your eyes.
"More so the book, actually." You say, caressing your finger on your chin.
"Huh? And hear I thought I caught the attention of someone beautiful." He winked at you playfully as he put his book away.
"Beautiful?" You chuckled at the compliment. It was almost enough to make you forget about the incident. But just remembering had you fuming again.
He noticed a change in you and questioned it, "You alright?"
You placed your palm on your head and sighed, "Something happened a few days earlier, I'm still mad about it."
"What happened?"
"Some guy, a child maybe–threw trash all over my front yard." You spoke angrily.
"Trash..."
"Yes, it was so aggravating. I confronted them, but they acted so nonchalant about it. Its a crime."
A frown started to form on his face, he took a deep breath and exhaled harshly, "That doesn't sound good. Do you have a description, anything key details?"
You clapped you hands together, "I got a look at them for a short time. They hand white hair, and red eyes."
"Is that all?" He took out his book and started writing.
"His hair was fluffy and it had black tips I think... Are you recording this?"
"You can say that," He replied before closing his book, "Have you reported this yet?"
"I have, but it doesn't seem like anything has been done, another seemed to happen a while back."
"That's too bad." He spoke. His tone didn't sound like he was concerned about the incident. He seemed to be interested in the person more.
He then shut his book again and gave a smile. "I hope things wrap up quickly."
"I do too." You replied back.
"Mind running that description by me again?"
"Did you miss something? Anyway, they had..." Your voice fell silent. You scratch your head, "They had... why can't I... they had..."
"You must be stressed, you should head back home now."
"I... I should, thanks for the help..."
After you thanked them, you walked away wondering why you couldn't remember. It was only a few seconds before you described them, now the words escape you. It changed when that man came around, could he have done something. No, it's not possible. You tried to look back into your memories, but it seemed like everything was foggy, covered in scribbles. You brushed off the feeling.
"It's because I'm stressed, yeah... because I'm stressed..."
