Chapter 1: Introducing Usui Takumi.
KYOTO, JAPAN.
The season rich with cherry blossom is finally here. Families will gather at a nearby park to enjoy the scenery while having a picnic. Pink petals falling freely with the air current gives such a peaceful view.
On a certain spot, you can see a blonde guy holding an expensive looking camera. He occupied himself by capturing candid shots and beautiful sceneries.
His face content with every shot he took, indicating his satisfaction. Yet, he has not been able to take the picture of the day.
Photography is a form of remedy to him. He likes to absorb himself to the beauty of his surroundings that could take him away from personal distress. It's a perfect activity than being cooped up at home.
The park was unusually crowded than usual. Locals and foreigners are enjoying their sweet time. Some are relishing their picnic treat or walking underneath the Sakura trees and most of them are holding a tiny gadget called smartphone to take 'selfies'.
Suddenly his own phone rang. The name of his 'beloved' brother appeared on the screen. Hesitating for a moment, he finally answered.
"Just to remind you, you have a lunch date tomorrow." That was an order.
"Don't I get a 'Hello? How are you?' or something?" his voice playful but had a hint of menace.
"Hello, baby brother Takumi. Your bride-to-be will be waiting at 1 p.m. at the usual place. Be there or else. Goodbye."
"Whatever."
Hanging up the phone, he diverted his attention back to his camera. Just thinking about going to an arranged marriage meeting is suffocating him. It's not like he had a choice. He never had; always went along with the whims of his family.
After snapshotting for hours, the blonde felt thirsty and so stopped for a drink on one of the vendors. Blue strap holding the camera hung from his neck. Iced oolong tea was his choice to quench his thirst. He may be a blonde owning a pair of green eyes but he's fluent in Japanese. After all, he's half Japanese.
"Thank you, enjoy your drink" flashing a flirtatious smile, the girl who took his order replied in English. Anyhow, as usual he remained nonchalant to any flirty moves.
While walking he heard a melodious sound. Curiosity led him to search for the source. At the back of his mind he thought it sounded vaguely familiar but then again he must be mistaken.
Crowds were gathered at a nearby stage. He got lucky to be able to see the play from a distance. It was nothing fancy, just a small stage at the farthest end of the park.
There, his green eyes captured something enchanting; a beautiful dancing girl; no, a girl dancing beautifully to be exact. He couldn't judge the beauty as her face was painted white.
Since it was a traditional dance she was wearing a butterfly printed kimono. Every move she made was precise to the rhythm and was breathtaking. The way her hand swayed flexibly and her spin that makes the hanging sleeve float gracefully was a sight to behold.
Furthermore, the fluttering pink petals add a somewhat magical visual.
People watched in amazement. Not every day they get to see a talented traditional dancer perform in public.
Without wasting time, he held up his camera, close to his eyes and clicked the camera not once, but at least a dozen times. The last shot was, well, he can call it the picture of the day. It was picture perfect.
Greetings people! :D If you're reading this, i would like to say to thank you for taking your time reading my short chapter.
