prologue.

a coffee shop / in this new age, exciting characters can be found loitering in and around these! it's your mission, young trainer, to try and catch them all.

You stretched your legs underneath your desk, and curled your toes in your boots.

Looking around, you grimly nodded in tolerance.

It was all expected. You were in a coffee shop, and around you couples and singles buzzed with conversation, and the sweet drinks sloshed in their cups seconds before being downed. Your skin crawled with indignity. It was so like an aspiring writer like yourself to be tapping away on your PC, frappé on the table and ear buds secure to an iPod.

The people, alien in a way, scribbled in notebooks and read from books with really dreamy, meaningful covers. Poetry at a coffee shop. Classic hipster, you snorted. You only chose this… venue… and these clothes – beanie, dorky glasses, oversized sweater – for science.

But it's okay that I'm here, because it's only for observation! Let the sad excuses you told yourself ensue.

One fine specimen walked through the door. Navy hair, well covered despite humid spring rains, both most obvious was a scar that looked like it exploded on half his face, on his neck, and down his collar to places unknown… That's good. You typed that down.

He was perfect — different! — inspiration wise. You continued to stare, looking at how his lips moved to form letters, and observing how he stood both with a purpose and with certain smallness.

You ached to know what he was thinking, besides the caramel macchiato he ordered.

His jade eyes flickered to you. In an instant, he turned back to his order.

You realized the man, unlike you, probably had a something to actually do besides gaze at strangers! Fumbling with your phone, you meekly snapped a shot of him before he could leave. Perhaps this would come of use for later, like character design. Since the photo was candid, the man's face was caught in mid sip. You giggled, and made to put your phone away, when a pale hand wrapped around yours, or rather around your phone.

"T-thief!" you started, and swiftly whipped around in your beanbag chair. "THI…ef…"

"What are you doing?"

You sucked at confrontation with even grade school teachers, but a stranger who suddenly looked as if they had some authority?! Oh, you were frozen.

"I-I…"

He took your phone, most likely looking at the photo you thought you had so stealthily taken. With a beep, you knew he had deleted it.

He then placed your phone on the table with a sigh, before giving a tired smile that made him seem nicer. "Don't take pictures without asking at least. Okay?"

You nodded, feeling leagues dumber than you already were.

The man stood over you for a painful four point two seconds.

"My ride's not here, so I'll sit." Really, it was said half to no one in particular, and half to you. And in that half to to you, it was probably as a notice too, because this mysterious man sat straight across from you. This wasn't a small table, but you felt too close to him anyway.

How you tried not to stare. Casual as talking about the weather, you let your eyes drift upward to this man's face. The scar was in a way, a beautiful disaster.

… You typed that down. Then realized it sounded very cheesy. No… backspace, backspace…

In the pregnant silence, he spoke, "You can look at it." You obliged immediately. Your fingers went rampantly typing away, vainly trying to capture the jaggedness of his scar, and wondering how you could put such imagery into words.

You blushed. "M-may I take a picture?"

The man threw you a cocked smile, and your insides fluttered. (to your embarrassment) "As long as you don't do anything too weird with it."

You snapped the shot and inwardly groaned. Oh, did he have to wink so cutely?

"Thanks…?" You realized this guy hadn't told you his name yet.

"I'm Hakuryuu," he offered. Finally, Scarface had a name.

"Hakuryuu!"

Hakuryuu muttered something and stood, walking past you.

"You took forever, Judal."

A playful voice snickered. "Sorry, I have things and other people to do." This Hakuryuu guy must've shoved the guy are something, because he yelped an "Ouch!"

You turned your head.

Oh wow, this Judal boy was hot. Eyes like rubies, hair dark as night, and you personally didn't fancy the whole guyliner and guyshadow trend but you were really digging it on this guy. You turned away, and bit your lip. Both eye candy and a fit muse, gone!

…

What you were doing… you didn't know. You briskly walked outside, after having thrown your glasses away onto the table. The humidity instantly clung to your skin.

After searching aimlessly, you saw the duo, headed to a sleek black car, some model you didn't know or care about.

"Wait!" you called. Yes, time for daily embarrassment.

Both Hakuryuu and Judal spun around, the former with a blank face and the later squinting at you.

You shuffled to them.

"… C-could you spare some time—"

"To donate? No thanks, I'm broke," Judal said, with a fake empathetic pout before unlocking his ride.

"For a picture," you deadpanned.

While Hakuryuu climbed in, Judal lit up. "Why of course, anything for the fans!" This guy knew how to wink too.

You shyly took his image, in awe at the clarity of his red, red eyes. Judal had thrown a cute v-sign too. You thanked him graciously, and he began to shamelessly flirt with you. You felt like a slice of prime beef, buttered with compliments. Flustered, you said, "Aw, stop it! You and Hakuryuu are a really cute couple too."

Judal's face abruptly became blank. Did you say something wrong!?… Were they not a couple!?

Then after unnerving silence he combusted in obnoxious laughter, which didn't stop until after he climbed into his car, said something to Hakuryuu in between his hilarity, who turned red as a beet and began to snap, and drove out the lot. You stood in your spot, sheepish.

After pondering over what you'd make for dinner you jolted in realization.

Shit! Your stuff!

… I hope my writing doesn't seem to wander or go on a lot. I felt this was longer than it needed to be... way too long to be an introduction =u=lll

aah… very lame chapter title/phrase

this fic will not be as ditzy as it seems. there will be some psychosomatic themes! AS ALWAYS ^U^

an ongoing story… that i'll have to /update/ omg… i'm still testing this fic, & everything's been vaguely blueprinted. if i ever complete this… it'll take some time… i really do wanna finish this however, because it has a lot of promise. ;u; hurray for a challenge! i'm working on writing with more one-liners and brevity, for a more modern and casual tone to go with the story.

review and feedback please, as always~

+question: 'you' have enough personality to actually be an oc, not just a reader insert bc of my laziness at character development! yay! should i make this an oc fic, or have it remain reader insert?

p.s. disclaimer! the probably offensive jabs at hipsterism were just satire