The Wings of Beginning

  ❛  AirTreks, you say? I can’t say I’ve heard of them before, no. How interesting. ❜

Interesting indeed! Fascinating, even. There was poetry in it.

There was poetry in the situation he found himself in, too, he supposed. If he were to trade in his analytical mind for a more romantic one, perhaps the situation would have made him dreamy. The girl who could fly, soaring over the city until she came to a stop upon the roof he happened to be gazing from.

Shoes meant for flight. Shoes meant for flight. What an idea! It was a dreamy invention; the innovator must have been something of a dreamer to get the idea off the ground.

“W e l l. They’re very known where I come from.” she chirped happily, spinning around to face the dark-haired man with a smile touching her lips. It was odd that this man didn’t know of AirTreks! But then again, this was a completely different place then where she came from...

      This was all so d i f f e r e n t.

Her golden hues fall upon the other, a somewhat curious look overtook her face as she leaned in, her hands rested against her knees. Was he lonely? Was that why he had settled down here?

She knew some people did that.

“Do you want to f l y ?”

Rich hazel eyes flicked downward to the hand on his sleeve, brow furrowed behind his cobalt sunglasses. The blond’s demeanor tensed. His shirt; the shirt his brother gave to him. A threatening growl erupted from the depths of his throat.

❝Listen, what do you–

–Huh?❞

Staring at the bottle in the girl’s outstretched hand, Shizuo reached out hesitantly and took it. He eyed it over once before taking a sip, sighing as the sweet liquid calmed him right away. The blond offered the girl a small smile in response, clinging to the milk with both hands like it were a precious treasure.

❝Heh, thank you for this– uh, what did you say your name was?❞

She had been well aware that the other had a certain glare upon his face. That he had been ready to lash out at her. All of which she would have taken with a smile on her face, to be quite fair. And a certain tongue lashing if he had went too far. But before it could get that far, he had noticed the bottle of milk she had given him.

The rage had died down, instead being replaced by a certain sense of  S E R E N I T Y . It seemed he really did love his milk!

“ Me? ” she asked, pointing her index finger at her chest before a grin appeared on her face and she winked once. Well, she didn’t quite know his name yet, but she was certain he would tell her that after she had given her own! And he appeared nice, despite the somewhat violent nature that clung at him.

It made her think just a teensy bit of Kaito.

Just a teensy!

    Breathing comes easier said than done – the storm had swept in without warning, stranding him in an unfamiliar place without the majority of his service Pokemon. Thunder startles him every time it rumbles across the sky and he’s gasping, honest to God trying his best to breathe, to stave off the panic that’s welling up in his chest and threatening to force tears out of the corners of his eyes.

              “ I-I’m sorry – “

    Sorry for being blind, for being weak, for inconveniencing the stranger.

He apologizes to her and she just doesn’t understand W H Y . . . He had done nothing to her. He had done her no wrong. Did he apologize because he felt like he was inconveniencing her? What a silly thing to think... She felt it no inconvenience to her... She did not scoff or scowl at the young man that had been stranded here together with her. Instead, she had opted on remaining at his side, her petite hand gently rubbing over his back.

In an almost m o t h e r l y way.