Disclaimer: All those who own Kenshin, say "Aye!" ::silence reverberates::
The sky was clear, the birds were
chirping, and the sound of children laughing sounded throughout
the crisp air. Bright colors of hot pink and green, splashes of
yellow and blue and bits of indigo tainted a van with a large
"Peace" sign, which ambled lazily down a country road.
Suddenly the van halted to a stop, when the driver noticed a band
of children in the center of the road. A short man with red hair
got out quickly, when the shouts of laughter turned into cries of
pain.
"Mister mister!!" A girl with long brown hair and
braids called out, upon seeing the stranger. She ran up to him,
flower skirt billowing out in the breeze. "Help my little
sister, please!!!"
"What's the matter, little one?" The man knelt down
before a girl of perhaps seven, and waited for a reply.
"She's crying...." A small hand snatched a calloused
one, and began to tug insistantly.
Instead of resisting the girl that pulled at his hand, the man
wandered over to the ring of children. There in the center was an
even younger girl, putting the power of her lungs to use.
"Now now.... let me take a look at that," the stranger
said, his calm voice quiting her own loud sounds. He leaned
forward, red hair brushing the girl's face. A small giggle was
unleashed.
"ORO?!" he cried, as a fist full of his hair was yanked
roughly downward. Arms and legs flew, and the man pushed his body
off to the side, hoping to avoid crushing the child before him.
"Let's play!" Childish laughter resumed, as the man
righted himself, eyes wide with surprise.
Just then, "twanging" noise broke through the barriers
of laughter, and with speed that was surprising to all, the
stranger dashed forward, in the direction of his van.
A boy with spikey brown hair was holding his precious instrument,
a curious look on his face.
"It would be greatly appreciated if you didn't use it like
that, that it would," informed the stranger politely, a hint
of annoyance in his tone.
"Back off man - just wanted to know if it worked." The
kid snorted, and tossed the guitar at the man. With a lunge the
instrument was caught, but resulted in the man's face meeting
with dirt. Again, the sound of laughter assaulted the man's ears.
"Ororororororo..."
"Play us a song, mister!!" He looked up with violet
eyes to see the child who was crying earlier. She watched him
with large brown eyes, and thumb in her mouth. Her eyes did not
leave his as he patted of his bright pink shirt, and shook out
his thick red hair, bound by a leather band at the base of his
neck. His jeans close fitting on top, but left to flare out from
the knee on down. Leather-bound flip-flops completed his outfit.
It was almost as bad as the tye-dyed shirts the college students
insisted upon wearing. Trends, these days.
"What kind of song would you like?"
"A happy song!"
"Well, what about a song about the evils of war?"
"A happy song!"
"How about a song about love and peace?"
"A HAPPY song!"
At this the stranger paused, a frown marring his soft features.
"Flowers and rainbows and sunshine and rabbits and - "
"Little one, I don't know any songs like that..." Her
eyes went wide, and tears began to from.
"... but I can make one up!" He smiled, and prayed that
she wouldn't start to cry again.
"Make love, not war.... just like the rabbits always do....
"
O.o
.... Yes, I know that was strange - but what do you all think? I wrote this on a whim, I posted this on a whim, and I can rip it down on a whim - unless you all don't want me too ^_^ Make me happy and click the pretty button - or just tell me to take this piece of ... stuffs down ^_^ It all depends on you! ^_^
Neko