It was late afternoon, almost three. The sky was clear and cloudless and the birds chirped in sync with the sound of an acoustic guitar from below. A blond haired girl sat there, playing with skill. Her hair color was fake and she wasn't Caucasian. This girl happened to be Korean, but out of her setting. In the little park she sat were Japanese advertisements. The girl herself hadn't even come from Korea, she crossed over seas from America.
She knew that Japan was the one place her mother wouldn't come look for her. It was the place her mother hated most, so in a desperate attempt to free herself she came here.
Occasionally people would stop to listen to her, but they'd never sit next to her on that half taken bench. She knew they were all intimidated, that was until the weight shifted on the wooden planks.
She looked over towards the person next to her. It was a Japanese boy with long hair and uncaring eyes. She could tell by his hands that he played. So casually, they sat side by side as the birds sang to her guitar. Finally the song faded into a closure, though the birds didn't seem to notice, and she bent to carefully encase her guitar into it's case like it was a child.
So then they both sat there, staring ahead until she finally broke the silence. "A lovely day isn't it?"
It took a while for his reply and she reasoned it was for the atmosphere. "Yeah."
"You play?"
"Yeah."
He turned towards her, finally breaking the awkward stare and bent his arm behind the back rest. "Your good." he said.
She smiled, in a polite way, "Are you?"
There was silence. She pushed the case over to him with her foot. Without so much as a questioning look, he bent down and lifted the golden thing from it's velvet case. He started to play with a soft start breaking into something epic, something powerful. She stared at his hands the entire time. It was amazing. He was undoubtedly better than she was.
His song was short, maybe to spare her, but she wanted him to continue. He rested the guitar against the arm rest. "I'm Ryusuke." What he was saying wasn't in Japanese like his previous comments. She was relieved.
"Kim."
He stood and turned his back towards her. "Well then I'll see you around." She watched his back disappear in the distance.
"Odd..." she mumbled to herself.
Ryusuke's presence was something that didn't command attention, but you wanted to see what was going on anyway. In a way, he drew people in. She highly doubted they'd meet again anyways.