I do not own the series Inuyasha, a genius does.
Warning: Don not read past the *0* if you are sensitive to "mature"/sexual content.
Story dictionary:
massive grave of blues- ocean/ water/sea
Besupa- type of motor scooter.
Looking down at the white, green, and blue sphere of dying organisms. One could only speculate that holding this ball of contagious death would warm the tips of your fingertips then travel on wards until every bit was turned into rotten dust.
Zoom in through white particles to hover above a massive grave of blues. Zipping to a land of pink petals that only danced when their roots were ruffled at plucking winds.
Halting like gum rattling in the bike chains on a Tokyo sidewalk.
A young adolescent walked straight between happy and busy people a like. Rough, padded shoulders raised and smashed against the teenager's shoulders sending them back a centimeter. Holding no response to any action or expression near by as the kid continued in their straight line, a dead march. The youth's pupils held a dull look that was unreadable by any passerby's eye.
Splotches of water speckled down from the sun's coverings onto the streets and buildings. Drizzling became pouring in no warning for any street walker or bicycle rider. Water rolled off the teenager's eyelashes down their stoic face leaving water streaks in a image of tears.
Drivers honked at the youth as the march continued through a traffic jammed intersection.
Around the kid it became dark as ally walls slimmed down the large Tokyo street.
Every step was heavier and then every wall became 10 shades darker. Each brick had it's own characteristics with each punch visible through the depths carved out. Clear closed shop doors and green awning came every 49 meters. There was two besupa and 5 bicycles soaked near every shop opening.
The kid payed no attention to the surrounding area or what was up ahead as rain poured through the sky's puddles of grey fluff.
'smack'
It echoed through the red alley way of shops and bike racks. Skull against glass made the tiny shop shudder and shake while knocking the kid back.
The shop keeper heard the offense to his window and only caught a glimpse of a kid's cheek and forehead sticking to the clear shield. The red curtains swiveled in distaste to the outside disturbances. The face fell from the window a bit with the kid's eyes shadowed down in a way of emergency pain or vomiting. In an instant the figure fell from the window's sight.
White and silver hastily rushed out the shop door.
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