Flight - Air Gear - Ikki, Spitfire and Simca
Every afternoon, in a fated place only he knows of, this boy waits for her to fly over him like the bird she is known to be like. She has him curious about who she is with her long pink hair and revealing choice of wear. Here he waits to see her for a brief moment each day, after she gets off from work and puts on her ATs to go home.
Today, however, she dances by, laughing with a red head - a man he wishes he could have been for just a moment, and disappears ahead of the said red head in a matter of seconds. The two seemed to be talking and the red head seemed to fly like fire adding only more to the beauty of their flight. This, however, does not appear that way in the boy's watching eyes. The red head's unwanted presence was like a threat, but more of a movement in his heart.
As the two disappeared, he knew that the only way to be next to her and have her eyes on him like he had his eyes on her would be to fly like her. The ground, as he knew, could no longer bring him that hope of meeting her. He had, he just had to learn to fly if he wanted to have that hope again. It would be the only way, especially now that she was hanging out with another guy.
* * *
It had been a long and fun year, but now he was flying on his own, near the very top. And, like he wanted, she was watching him. The whole world was watching him too. He had found his destiny with his ATs and awesome tricks, and was now aiming, or rather jumping (literally) for the right to be known as the Sky King to all.
But none of that really mattered to him, deep, deep, deep down. Everything he had done up to now was for her, for the fun, for the freedom, for the sensation, and for for the thrill of it all. And so it would continue to be!