AN: I do not own Hana no Mizo Shiru! Just a really quick and sad fanfic.
Arikawa walked home with his head looking down at his feet, passing the river bed that he and him had once ran around on, in a contest to search for the most different kinds of flower species. He stopped and waited for two little boys chasing their soccer ball to pass before he continued to walk on only stopping occasionally to look at the orange and red pigmented sky blend with the blue he was headed towards.
"Arikawa...you should bring along your paint sets and draw this beautiful scene one day. I've seen some of your paintings and they're amazing! I could almost mistake you for an artist and not a training lawyer."
Arikawa snapped out of his flashback, feeling that feeling of loneliness and despair claw in his chest. He pushed some of his fringes out of his face and blinked several times. So that his tears will not fall. So that he doesn't completely break down in the middle of the sidewalk. He stopped looking at the sky and turned away, back towards the still blue sky. He passed a boy who was refilling a cart by the road with newspapers filled with headlines of the latest news.
"Sir, would you like a paper to read?" he asked with a salesman like tone. Seeing the headline, he politely nodded his head no and walked off. The boy tilted his head sideways trying to remember where he's seen that guy before. He shrugged his shoulders as he hit a wall with that and continued to shove the overflowing newspapers. After he finished, the little boy ran off in the direction of red and made sure he didn't trip over any cracks in the sidewalks.
The wind blew strong and blew the newspaper sitting at the top of the scrunched up pile into the grass. It stopped but another breeze came along, flipping it's pages rapidly. On the fifth page, it read, "Missing" and showed the picture of a young male, smiling and ready for the camera.