Post by Akiva Xerxes on May 14, 2020 8:30:13 GMT -4
Only the stones knew he walked there. Only the footsteps of his sneakers on the ground and only the wind knew where he was going. Like every morning this man walked from a luxury house in Tokyo to the bullet train. Day in, day out, people started to recognize his blue hair, his grin, his casual leaning against a pillar waiting for the train to arrive at the platform and his aloof way of being in the train and just not looking at his phone. Quite strange for someone his age, if people guessed right. It was a polite smile and a bow to the people that worked at the train, it was giving up his seat when necessary, but that was mostly in the afternoon. This blue-haired man always showed up very early in the morning, right now it was 5:20 and he would arrive a little bit before six at the train station in Musutafu. Like every other day, it might make people wonder what this young man his job was, probably something sporty, something in security? He heard that a lot and it would have made him chuckle if you would have asked him out loud. Sometimes, he looked at his phone, probably wondering about the time, probably wondering if he should text his girlfriend or his friends. The thing is that people in the train did not know when they observed the rather handsome tall youngling; he did not have friends. He did not have a girlfriend. He had one friend, so it was something and he treasured her very much, so much that he would rather keep his distance from her but he couldn't. He crashed in her guest room and that was about it.
At five minutes before six, the door opened to one of the stations in Musutafu and he got up, in a slow attitude, jumped out and was on his merry way. His footsteps carrying the same pace, his route every day the same. He had no need for anything else it seemed. He had time to stop and smell the flowers, check the sun coming up and slowly continue his way. For you see, there was a bakery in Musutafu, a very good one in his opinion, and probably a few with his as well. It would not be that far a walk, but because he was on time, he would just not go too fast. He wouldn't want to offend Teruko with taking her precious morning time. This young man, therefore, looked at his phone again, to check the time, to check a short bit about the news while scrolling through the headlines. The reflection of his blue hair, his wide-open eyes in his phone screen. He was ready, for everything or so he would think. Slowly walking on, footsteps in the same direction as always, he did not know what would happen only in a few more minutes.
This young man arrived at his surprising destination, at least for some people, at about ten past six and offered to help for as far as he could. Being part of the bakery's bakers meant that he was interested in working on that, with that and for that bakery. At the moment the young man had no other goals but getting his life on the right tracks and this was how he started. This was how his life crumbled though. For five minutes later the Earth started to rock a little, shake, tremble, the bowl and whisk he had ready on the kitchen counter fell off and he was just staring at it. He did not move much, there was no need for it because before he could, the world already stood still again. What just happened? This man was from Japan, rural area so he wasn't new to earthquakes, he just was not used to the mild ones anymore. Maybe the world had worked on better ways now the future was here, to predict when it was coming, rebuilding, redeveloping, everything this man did not know?
Finally, his thoughts had kicked into gear again, and he moved, as fast as he could, yelling for his boss, the lady who gave him a chance. Who didn't ask to explain his strange behaviour, he cared for her very deeply, more than he would like to admit. Teruko! Teal eyes wide, looking around but seeing her being fine, of course. She wasn't fragile, she was also used to something, it was fine. He should have known and trusted her better. What the young man thought was that he should learn to trust himself more too. This place was his second home if not his first as he had no real home at the moment so make sure it was secure and safe was now his duty until he would slump back to the bakery and wonder why he was feeling like he forgot something important. The whisk was taking off the ground together with the bowl, rinsed and cleaned before the man would start again. His blue hair finally on edge as he kept moving his hands in it, what was he forgetting? The world would not be able to tell him after all earthquakes were in no one their natural routine or forms of habits. But what was it, or better yet, who was it that he said mentally goodbye to every morning and that he now did not dare to reach out to.
Finally, the whisk was dropped again on the floor and he rushed to the locker to get his phone. This man was someone who did not need and did not want his phone in the pocket of his uniform and left it in his locker. He jumped over a fallen chair, reached it and quickly dialled, speed dial was nothing compared to how fast his fingers ticked on the screen. Where to begin? Where to start? Anything? He wasn't sure but finally, he heard a voice on the other end.
"Lily! Are you okay?"
At five minutes before six, the door opened to one of the stations in Musutafu and he got up, in a slow attitude, jumped out and was on his merry way. His footsteps carrying the same pace, his route every day the same. He had no need for anything else it seemed. He had time to stop and smell the flowers, check the sun coming up and slowly continue his way. For you see, there was a bakery in Musutafu, a very good one in his opinion, and probably a few with his as well. It would not be that far a walk, but because he was on time, he would just not go too fast. He wouldn't want to offend Teruko with taking her precious morning time. This young man, therefore, looked at his phone again, to check the time, to check a short bit about the news while scrolling through the headlines. The reflection of his blue hair, his wide-open eyes in his phone screen. He was ready, for everything or so he would think. Slowly walking on, footsteps in the same direction as always, he did not know what would happen only in a few more minutes.
This young man arrived at his surprising destination, at least for some people, at about ten past six and offered to help for as far as he could. Being part of the bakery's bakers meant that he was interested in working on that, with that and for that bakery. At the moment the young man had no other goals but getting his life on the right tracks and this was how he started. This was how his life crumbled though. For five minutes later the Earth started to rock a little, shake, tremble, the bowl and whisk he had ready on the kitchen counter fell off and he was just staring at it. He did not move much, there was no need for it because before he could, the world already stood still again. What just happened? This man was from Japan, rural area so he wasn't new to earthquakes, he just was not used to the mild ones anymore. Maybe the world had worked on better ways now the future was here, to predict when it was coming, rebuilding, redeveloping, everything this man did not know?
Finally, his thoughts had kicked into gear again, and he moved, as fast as he could, yelling for his boss, the lady who gave him a chance. Who didn't ask to explain his strange behaviour, he cared for her very deeply, more than he would like to admit. Teruko! Teal eyes wide, looking around but seeing her being fine, of course. She wasn't fragile, she was also used to something, it was fine. He should have known and trusted her better. What the young man thought was that he should learn to trust himself more too. This place was his second home if not his first as he had no real home at the moment so make sure it was secure and safe was now his duty until he would slump back to the bakery and wonder why he was feeling like he forgot something important. The whisk was taking off the ground together with the bowl, rinsed and cleaned before the man would start again. His blue hair finally on edge as he kept moving his hands in it, what was he forgetting? The world would not be able to tell him after all earthquakes were in no one their natural routine or forms of habits. But what was it, or better yet, who was it that he said mentally goodbye to every morning and that he now did not dare to reach out to.
Finally, the whisk was dropped again on the floor and he rushed to the locker to get his phone. This man was someone who did not need and did not want his phone in the pocket of his uniform and left it in his locker. He jumped over a fallen chair, reached it and quickly dialled, speed dial was nothing compared to how fast his fingers ticked on the screen. Where to begin? Where to start? Anything? He wasn't sure but finally, he heard a voice on the other end.
"Lily! Are you okay?"
