Dream Chaser

    Yami again, isn’t convinced by his words. Obviously, he finds the guy weird and peculiar; taking pictures of people like that. Punny? Koi has interesting citizens some are— well, weird to begin with. He chose not to argue with him if he doesn’t poke fun of his overly designed hair. “Fine, if that’s what you say. I don’t think I caught your name.” 

The person was grumpy. Perhaps, his pun hadn't been that good. Nonsense. Katsu was certain his pun was amazing. His skills, after all, were exceptional. Taking a breath, he swayed as he replied with his name. "Kaaatsu."

"No way!" Naru’s mouth opened widely as she expressed her concern, her smaller fists bunching to mimic Katsu’s. She just couldn’t believe it (mostly because she could barely understand it). Pinching her chin in a deep thought, a minimal hum gave a hint to her pondering before she attempted — and failed — to snap her fingers. "I got it! We just have’t get ya’ a new dream!"

Slowly, Katsu met Naru's eyes before lowering his head. Mouth opening and then closing, the words appearing to be too hard to utter although he was actually trying to come up with something to say, Katsu played the part of somber survivor. "...But...I loved her." The kid may not know what he was implying so he decided to add something else. "So many people...are gone."

Just as she assumed that her dear friend’s presence was cause for celebration, her features froze as she noted the despairing tone in Katsu’s voice. “T-Th’ cost..?” He didn’t spend too much of his allowance did he?! No.. this was far more stark. “W-What kinda things? Not like.. ghosts or anythin’.. right?”

Katsu knelt down so that he was level with Naru's height, or at least the closest he could get. The frown on his features was not the usual scowl, it was far more serious. "...My friend is gone." He looked at his hands for a long moment and then clenched them into fists. "We spent so long together, chasing our dream...but he betrayed me."

"Junon boy! You’re alive!"

                        ;—{ ✽ } “How hard can it be to go outside? Jeez, get some fresh air. Open a window at least. Wasting your time playing games inside isn’t going to get you anywhere in life. Guess you’re one of those hikikomori guys, huh.”

{❀}—; As a whole, Futaba had enjoyed herself on this trip. Aside from the occasional unpleasant encounter. This having been the last day it was about time everyone made their ways back home by train. However it just so happened the room she was to stay in, was shared with one of the last people she wanted to. She plopped herself down in a seat and turned to look out the window. “Of all the people… I get stuck with you.” Great.

Misfortune seemed to love him. Throughout the whole of the trip, he had been graced by the presence of troublesome individuals. Teasing them had been fun up to a point but now he was tired and ready to relax. What cruel twist of fate was it that cursed him with that girl's insistent existence around him? Crossing his arms, his sight turned to the view outside. Passing blurs of color did little to console him but he figured it was better than seeing her pouting face. "Trust me, the seating arrangement isn't pleasant for me kid."

➊ an everyday note ➋ a happy birthday card ➌ a “dear john” letter ➍ a “please remember to…” note ➎ a confession ➏ a “morning after” letter ➐ a love poem ➑ a goodbye letter ➒ a letter meant to be read only once my character is dead ➓ a message asking for something

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