Walking along this street, listen to the rustling trees; hear the children in distance, laughing and playing in the trees. See the smiling faces of the elderly me. He has no problem with this. Looking out in the distance he sees a figure on a bench, hunched over. It is under a weeping willow, so he cannot see it sully. He gets intrigued from this, and starts walking over to the blob. The blob turns into a man, a man that he knows. He walks in front of the hunched man, moving his head to the side. The man he sees in front of him is Kiku Honda. He is a long lime friend of Gilbert, and would do anything to see Kiku's eyes shine with happiness. Today was not a good day for Kiku Honda.
Gilbert crouches down, to get down to eye level with the man hiding his face, most likely sobbing. "Kiku..?" Gilbert says, in a questioning tone. No answer, just more sobbing. He didn't know what was wrong. Gilbert places his hands onto Kiku's shoulders with a stern look, "Kiku, what's wrong." He says with more effort to know what the man was concealing ion his throat. Kiku moves his head us slightly, to see who the man was. He could recognize it was a German, man, but with all of the tears in his eyes, it was rather hard for him to see who it was.
Kiku Honda sees the man in front of him out of a small light. It is Gilbert Beildshmit. Thank god it wasn't a citizen. Looking at him, still sobbing his heart out, he grips the other man's shirt, closing his eyes with a larger force he tries to force the tears away. But today you are too unstable to do so.
Gilbert is left with his eyes wandering every action the Japanese man gives. He wants to know what is wrong, but he doesn't know if he should ask. He just leaves actions to do the work, and hopefully he can get an answer. Out of trying to comfort Kiku, gilbert pulls him into a hug, letting Kiku cry of the other man's shoulders. Looking down, he German sees the Japanese man sob and grip harder and harder on his shirt. He just rubbed the others back, humming a short German tune. He didn't know why he was doing this; all he knew was that he wanted Kiku to be happy.
Noticing the wetness of his shirt going down, and the gripping lower and lower in strength; Gilbert looks down at the man, seeing if he was okay. Kiku raises his head slowly, and a whispered sentence comes out of his mouth.
"My beloved Tomoe Gozen's birthday is today.."