ISA: Another take at Kazahaya's past
The usual silence every start of the morning, at the start of a day everyday. The trees in the park were standing still like soldiers and the leaves rustled beneath them like naughty children as the winds dictated them in their games. A boy on his bicycle was pedaling off to school with ease, having gone done this way many times before.
He waves a hand confidently as a woman appears out of her flower shop with a summer hat sitting on top of her neatly tied hair. She waved at the familiar boy with one free hand whilst the other held on to a bouquet of various flowers ready to be displayed.
The boy resumes his journey, proud that he finally navigated his bike with only one hand with no accidents. Along the way, he greets people whose face he remembers very well but names forgotten.
Today was a normal day.
-- No Reason--
The same boy pedals back home, homework or two to do and a very angry twin sister to face at home for being late, but the latter doesn't perturb him very much. He passes by the same shops he passes everyday and waves another hand back at the lady who owns the flower shop. Her hands full of flowers, the hat on her head gone showing him streaks of light brown hair. She nodded to show her acknowledgement before going inside to put away the flowers she put out on display.
He takes the same route going home.
As he did, he'd pass by the same shops with the little things they sell every crack of dawn. He'd pass by the same alleyways going back home littered with trash and darkened by the slowly setting of the sun in the sky.
He'd look straight ahead, thinking only of the food his sister would sometimes prepare if their parents were out on a trip again. But today, as he languidly pedals off, he looks around the setting of where he is for somewhere deep in his chest, something told him that he might never see these streets again.
He studied each alleyway he passes for about the rate of a minute before looking away to look at the healthy trees or at the reddening sky.
Nothing peculiar caught his eyes.
But as he passed by an alleyway littered with trash carelessly thrown away, he thought he saw a long and black figure on the ground, something that one doesn't sees everyday.
He pedaled faster.
He was away from the place in the matter of seconds and back to looking at the unimportant things that has somehow caught his eye now.
The smell of rotting flesh was intoxicating the air.
-- No Reason--
A/N: Bwahahaha… I think I'm going insane! The boy is obviously Kazahaya.