Author's Note: Tokyo Ghouuuuullllll! Hi! My name is Nebuleer! I've wanted to write some TG fan fiction for a while and here you have it! Focusing around Haise and his memory loss c: I'm sointrigued as to where the chapters are taking us! I want him to get them back! But we must be patient, I guess~ It's only a short story, because that's all I had the steam for. (I was inspired by classical piano music lol) So please, enjoy!
Don't forget to check out my other story! It is based on Fairy Tail, and focuses around two OCs! It is based in the past, so if you love Mavis/Young Makarov, please! Go read it! This account is also a collaboration account, so I have a friend who writes Attack on Titan fan-fiction! So, if you like that kind of stuff, go read those too!
The air was cold in Tokyo that morning. Although it was early, people had already flooded the streets, walking with a fast pace. Everyone seemed to be going somewhere. No one looked to the side to see who walked beside them. No one took notice to who they accidentally bumped into. Instead, they moved forward, not even averting their gaze from in front of them. This is how it always was at this time, on this kind of day.
Everyone seemed to be doing this, and it was no different for Haise Sasaki. He sat on a bench with his glasses firmly resting on his nose, staring down at a book; one of which he felt he'd read before. Of course, he'd just picked it up from the local library for some light reading, but something about the familiarity intrigued him. Had he read this book before he'd lost his memory?
His gray eyes stared into the pages as though they were a wonderful sight to behold. The pages with intricate kanji etched vertically down the page seemed like an adventure he'd been on before. With a finger resting on his current page, he closed the book to check the author's name once again, Sen Takatsuki. The name echoed in his mind.
Sen Takatsuki...
He faced his head forward, and stared into the mass of people ahead of him. It was only then he realised that he had unconsciously held his chin with his hand, wrapping it with his index finger. Quickly moving his hand to his lap, he continued to stare ahead. The flowing movement of people soon started to become methodical. His eyes then travelled further down the street. Within seconds he took notice of a young teenager, around 16 or 17 years in age. She sat on a bench too. Her brown eyes stared thoughtfully down the road and her head was resting on her hand - which was propped up on her crossed legs. She wore a large woollen cream jumper that was complimented with a flowing skirt and black stockings. Her brown hair only reached down to the bottom of her chin, and was decorated with a floral hair pin.
Sasaki watched as she stood up, waving merrily at a boy who approached her. When he came close to her, her face lit up, full of joy. She looked as if her life depended on meeting with this teenage boy. The boy then reached into one of his bags and pulled out a white beanie. Without hesitation he carefully slipped it over the girl's head. The girl said something to him, her face was bright and overjoyed. The boy just smiled kindly and nodded.
The girl then looked over the road for a split second. Her brown eyes made contact with Sasaki's grey ones. For that second Sasaki swore he'd seen a glint of recognition. But before she could say anything, the boy dragged her away.
Sasaki sat there, his mind muddled with confusion. Had he met the girl, too? Were the girl and the book connected? He stared down at the book mournfully.
Showers at Sunset.
Even the title was saddening.
Sasaki soon picked up a leaf from the ground and stuck it in place of his finger. Slipping the book into his backpack, Sasaki stood up from the bench. Slowly, he joined the flowing river of people, becoming one of the regular waves in the water as he, too, rushed to his next destination.