パラグラフ。
If only they knew an angel was walking among them. A thought often crossing Temari’s mind, never failing to curve the surface of his lips with a small smile. They were everywhere, actually. Many would think one would be crazed to think they saw such celestial beings, while others would believe them without a second word. It was a reason among others that made Temari fascinated with humans, to the point of attempting to live a life like theirs.
It was not an easy thing for an angel like him, who was constantly fighting between his duty and the freedom of living the life he often admired from wherever he was. Invisible, or displayed to all kinds of eyes, he was there, always. Many would be disappointed to see him as such a normal person, but with much attention, he clearly was not like everyone else in this crowd which now looked like ants crawling over the ground as Temari sat over the top of this high building.
One could think he was closer to heaven, and would imagine it being the perfect place to watch upon those he protected. But Temari quite simply enjoyed sitting there, for no particular reason. There would always be one of those little beings that would catch his attention, and it was only a matter of minutes, or even seconds before he would get down from his hiding spot.
And there. There he was, walking alone, a little faster than anyone else and instantly, this did not indicate anything good to Temari as he saw the man approaching the corner at this speed. Frowning, a slight push from the border of the building and his wings spread behind his back, flying down directly towards his target.
The man put a feet down from the sidewalk and Temari landed right in front of him, bringing a delicate hand up to press it on the middle of his chest. At a fraction of second later, two large trucks passed at a rather high speed along the street, surely killing the man if he kept walking. Those around would probably find it strange how suddenly the man had stopped walking without apparent reason, and this man only was now allowed to see who had stopped him.
“Be careful, Sono.” spoke Temari in a soft voice holding no judgment facing the man’s act, which could have been fatal if he had not landed at the right moment.
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Ants - that was a very good word, for people that seemed to appear out of nowhere, filling the streets of a busy Tokyo and, especially, the noisy and crowded place known as Shibuya. It wasn’t his home town, had never been, no. He was from the far north, on an isolated island called Hokkaido. Tokyo had never been something he had adjusted to, but he’d gotten close enough to it. That didn’t mean he was good at avoiding accidents - he had so far, during the twelve years of living in the busy and crowded streets of Tokyo.
Today wasn’t different. The same kind of busy street, the same kind of people walking back and forth across the big , heads down and the focus on getting to work in time or leaving to get back home. No one was slow, the crosswalks filled with people and police guards ordering cars to stop and move in time. They existed within the heart of Shibuya, but the musician leaving work early had no plans to stay around the crowd of people. More of, get away from it as fast as possible.
A corner was rounded, across one of the less crowded small streets inside of the city to find his way out of the big and busy town, leaving him to walk along a more quiet and abandoned street he preferred. It was cold, winter still present in Tokyo, although the snow had melted off a few weeks ago. Unusual, knowing this year had given them a whole lot of snow. Despite that, it seemed as if he really had no interest in anything but to his ipad in front of his face, black rimmed glasses present resting along his quite peculiar shaped nose to keep them supported and to keep his small, brown, almost black looking orbs pinned onto the high tech object in his wide but slender hands.
A game, of some sort that needed a lot of attention, Multi tasking, having earbuds in his ears to keep any sound out and to focus on the music he listened to, at the same time shutting the rest of the world out, as always. If something happened, it would be fate, in his mind. Therefore, nothing else mattered to the vocalist, his black painted fingers sliding across the bright screen, head down with a sick mask covering his mouth to stay away from people, rather than being sick.
Because of the game being his main focus, he had, in fact, not realized that the road was right in front of him. It was never busy, he knew this road by heart. Which meant, he’d never feared walking this road. Maybe he should have, though. Because of the music in his ears, his brain and eyes focused onto the item in his hands, he’d absolutely not given a damn that cars were coming across the road about to collide in him and, more than likely, turning him into nothing but smashed to a pulp.
Everything went fast. It started with his frame being pushed back almost, something that threw the dark haired frame off, and it caused him to lock his eyes up at the person, who ever was in the way, to either curse them out or apologize for running into them. Within the split second of his eyes lifting though and the buds being taken out of his ears, and his brain not exactly being ready, two cars had passed right by where he had been supposed to walk. Dumbfounded, he’d pulled the sick mask down a bit from his mouth to give the unfamiliar frame a deep and long shocked stare. “What the f—?” He’d started off, though bit his tongue to look behind the man towards the now empty road to realize he would have been mashed into nothing had he walked one more step and not been stopped.
This, however, did not cause him to give the stranger a thank you, but instead he had backed off and moved back again off the road to close the item in his hand and put it in his bag quickly. “Where did you come from? And how do you know my name? I’m supposed to be dead, you know?!” He called out, as if he was complaining that someone had disturbed his fate, although he’d put a hand a bit to his own temple to give the almost bright looking man an intense stare, his eyes scanning for anything a murderer would have just to assure him that this person was sane. He looked.. overly bright, compared to his own frame that was covered in black from bottom to top.
“Hey man, thank you for keeping my brains from getting smashed, but where the hell did you come from..? Are you Godsent or something?” He asked, not probably realizing how correct he really was even though it had been a joke. So while his eyes had given the stranger a judgmental stare, he passed him to walk across the street in a more stressed manner and with his eyes being pinned into a glare onto the floor, muttering under his breath and completely dismissing the fact that he had known his name for some reason. “Crazy people. Shibuya’s got only crazy people.”