Festival (AU?)
It was festival time, and the lanterns glowed brightly in the darkness, illuminating the night sky ineffectively, but valiantly. A young Japanese boy trotted along, kitted out in suitable festival-going clothing and clutching a goldfish in a bag of water which swam around, blowing bubbles. He did so like animals, although he didn't quite seem the type. His wooden geta clattered on the ground as he continued on his way, his change rattling happily in his pocket as he wondered which stall he wanted to visit next. Down at this part of the festival, it was quieter, and there were less people.
That was the type of atmosphere he liked. He had almost suffocated at the main fair. There were too many people. Crowds.
Crowding....
A slight blur of motion caught his eye and he stopped, peering into the darkness, before deciding to follow. Wandering from the festival a short distance - far enough for the amount of light to dim, but still allow them to hear the festival music - the young Japanese boy saw another child kneeling on the grass. He was kitted out in a black hakama and blue haori but there was an air about him that didn't quite seem Japanese. The Japanese boy walked closer.
The foreign boy turned as he heard the clatter of the Japanese boy's wooden geta on the gravel. His hair was dark, but not black. A red eye peeked out at him from under the long fringe, like the eye of a devil, and his smile was mischievous, but his expression showed no ill-will.
"Konnichiwa." The foreign boy greeted the Japanese boy quietly.
The Japanese boy blinked once, and boldly walked over and dropped down next to the foreign boy.
"You don't look Japanese." The Japanese boy said, bluntly and to the point in Japanese.
"I'm not." The foreign boy smiled in amusement. "I'm Italian."
"I see." The Japanese boy replied with a slight nod.
There was a silence as they sat amiably.
"I'm Hibari. Who're you?"
"Mukuro." The foreign boy smiled. "Nice to meet you."
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Uh. Lol? OOC? Inspired by my wallpaper.
I think I'm in a slight period of writer's block.
This is for the 24th. =_=
That was the type of atmosphere he liked. He had almost suffocated at the main fair. There were too many people. Crowds.
Crowding....
A slight blur of motion caught his eye and he stopped, peering into the darkness, before deciding to follow. Wandering from the festival a short distance - far enough for the amount of light to dim, but still allow them to hear the festival music - the young Japanese boy saw another child kneeling on the grass. He was kitted out in a black hakama and blue haori but there was an air about him that didn't quite seem Japanese. The Japanese boy walked closer.
The foreign boy turned as he heard the clatter of the Japanese boy's wooden geta on the gravel. His hair was dark, but not black. A red eye peeked out at him from under the long fringe, like the eye of a devil, and his smile was mischievous, but his expression showed no ill-will.
"Konnichiwa." The foreign boy greeted the Japanese boy quietly.
The Japanese boy blinked once, and boldly walked over and dropped down next to the foreign boy.
"You don't look Japanese." The Japanese boy said, bluntly and to the point in Japanese.
"I'm not." The foreign boy smiled in amusement. "I'm Italian."
"I see." The Japanese boy replied with a slight nod.
There was a silence as they sat amiably.
"I'm Hibari. Who're you?"
"Mukuro." The foreign boy smiled. "Nice to meet you."
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Uh. Lol? OOC? Inspired by my wallpaper.
I think I'm in a slight period of writer's block.
This is for the 24th. =_=