A quikie, because I am looking for inspiration, by the end of this verse, I should have something to write with, something to give for my story. I do not own Negima, okay? Be careful, I am not myself, here, I will not place things the way I normally do. I am on the clock, this will be completed in ten minutes, so don't expect it long.
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Kago walked the streets of Mahora city, drinking in the sights and sounds. It was a warm and pleasant fall afternoon, and school was out, so many students of the school were roaming free with eyes on one piece or merchandise or another , this city was a gold mine for the upcoming business person. We all know that it is the youthful culture who has the most money to spend, but that was of no concern to Kago. He only wanted to enjoy the sights...
He took himself off the beaten path and leaned against a tree lining the streets. The sky was clear and there was practically no wind..even the birds were silent. If they made any noise, Kago could not hear them over the indistinguishable murmur of the busy streets in front of him. As a trained solider might access his chances on a battlefield, so too did Kago, as he leaned against his tree, sight the area in front of him. A child ran with a balloon past a kiosk, her mother not far behind with a man giving chase. The child and mother even, were laughing openly, even as the mother scolded the girl. It was only banter. That same said kiosk was home to a cheerful man, who was dutifully tolling out his wares and flashing a signature smile to customers, he was the one who made them comfortable in his own small ways, a truly good, honest transaction. Kago sighed and clutched his side as it pained him. That was his fate, and it would be coming soon. This beautiful sights of life, wasn't for him anymore...
Ripping his eyes from it, he delved into the shadows of the surrounding trees....
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Ten minutes is up for me....I think I have my inspiration back a bit....