A/N: My inspiration for this story? A wonderful one-shot manga I had read, but I don't know the exact name for it. I hope this will be an pleasurable read to many and please do review and tell me your honest thoughts about this four-shot. But for now, please do enjoy the prologue.


A gentle breeze swayed the leafy tree tops from side to side. The sun shone brightly amongst the clouds in the blue sky, releasing its beams to laughing children and busy adults. Crowds of people walked through the busy street, pushing at each other. However, once one looked up at the sky, they were immediately shut up in awe.

The day seemed wonderful, perfect enough to fulfill the desire to take a walk. And if the desire was indeed fulfilled, ending up around the bustling city of Tokyo, smiling in joy, wouldn't be a surprise. In fact, maybe a pair of eyes would wander off, and legs would continue to walk around, not listening to any commands from anybody or any body part.

Some would even amble off towards a single, dusty path just to see what was at the end. Once in a while, a few dozen would make it to the very finish and see for themselves the small little shop that rarely had any customers.

The shop itself looked like an unusual antique. An orange, curved roof over a cream-colored circular building. Small blue-tinted windows were placed around each fourth of the shop. And a wooden oak door was positioned at the exact place the dusty road stopped. The little shop was surrounded by dozens of trees, bushes, and other wonderful things that Mother Nature provided. It was clear out of sight from any other building and any sound but chirping birds and chattering animals.

However, the interior inside was even more stunning. It was a circle of shock. Paintings of rainbows and people holding hands were plastered everywhere. What seemed like a children's drawing of butterflies and multi-colored cars lined the bottom walls neatly. Cups of cute pencils and other materials filled a small section of the shop. Racks of different style clothes filled about a third of the shop and dozens of cubbies were filled with shoes of many kind. It seemed like a store that was made just for small children and teens.

Nevertheless, behind the delightful exterior and the astounding interior, there lay a secret. Behind the marble counter with a golden nameplate – that read "Tsukasa Amakawa" in silver letters – there were magical hands. Hands that could create anything. Anything at all.

Whether it was a pair of shoes that always avoided a pile of 'leftovers' or a pen that could make you write quickly, he could make it all. All in those one pair of hands.

Some – rarely anybody at all – knew this secret and asked him for their heart's desire. And what they asked for was what they received. Others would visit the shop just simply to visit the handsome storekeeper or to buy the extravagant merchandise.

But no matter who it was, a tall, brown-haired man with sparkling orchid eyes and a small lavender-haired, blue-eyed boy would greet whoever walked through the door with a warm "Welcome."


A/N: I've never written with this writing style before, so it was extremely difficult for me. Not using words like: I, you, she, or he is really tough. So if you see a mistake (which I am sure there are many, don't hold back) or you read a passage that sounds weird, please do tell me so I can fix it. Thank you for reading. Please review!