"Uhm...Excuse me?"
A pair of bright magenta eyes focused solely on a pair of mocha ones, sakura petals blowing in the harsh breeze. Nothing seemed to exist but the two of then as time seemed to stop momentarily. A small smile appeared on the ravenette's face, while a confused one was plastered on the fake blonds. The boy seemed unsure when he spoke the first time, but now seemed more eager.
"Are you Heiwajima Shizuo?"
The teen stared at the mysterious boy in mild surprise. It wasn't odd no one knew of him, but he wasn't sought after often. At least by one person alone. He scratched his head lightly, lips turned into a confused squiggle.
"Yea, I'm Shizuo." the teen confirmed, much to the other's enthusiasm.
"Shizu-chan!" the boy lunged himself at Shizuo and embraced him tightly, but a hand pushed him away.
"Who the hell are you, and what do you think you're doing?" Shizuo growled out, not liking his new nickname. However he felt a twinge of something within that nickname.
The boy whined a little bit, after a short blank stare flickered across his face. "Ow ow ow! Shizu-chan is a bully!"
Shizuo growled, looking around and saw the fearful looks of the other students and grabbed the boys hand running away. The other ran with him, a smile on his face and followed Shizuo closely. After a while they stopped at the park, both feeling somewhat out of breath, and Shizuo gave the smaller a stern look.
"What was that for?" the smaller cut in before Shizuo could say anything.
"You were causing a scene. Now would you explain who you are?"
The boy took a long sigh and looked at Shizuo. "I am Psyche. I'm here to grant someone's wish."
"Wish?" Shizuo asked perplexed. Was he a genie?
Looking at his clothing, he seemed to be dressed for winter, instead of the summer, and his array of magenta and white, deemed that the kid was a colorful character. He didn't look at all like genies from the shows he watched.
"Yes a wish." Psyche continued. "Except. I don't quite remember his name. But his wish was to assure you a month's worth of happiness."
"Do I look upset to you?" Shizuo asked, but was now questioning himself. He felt weird.
"Well..." Psyche began giving Shizuo a look. He looked down and shrugged. "Just let me-"
"Sorry. I'm busy." Shizuo cut off, and began running away from Psyche, who called out to him.
Psyche looked down gripping this jacket sleeve as he began fading. "Shizu-chan..."
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I was created from a figment of someone's wish. This voice filled with unbearable sadness asks for someone's happiness. My only purpose for my being is to fulfil that wish...
Who is this sad voice? Will you answer me soon..?