It was my first day exploring Ikebukuro. I found it hilarious that I'd lived here so long but never once actually mustered up the courage to explore the place. The first time since my whole world fell apart right before my eyes, shattered into millions of pieces. The rushing of citizens, the flash of cameras, the confusion and chatter, the boy with studying eyes, fearless - as if it was nothing new.
The day my brother disappeared, the day we ran away. I wanted to start over, to erase any trace of the person I was before, and so I did. I erased everything.
I was just getting by, not happy, not sad. I'd lost those feelings. There was no tears left to cry,there was nothing inside.
I had no intention of finding him, or picking him out of the crowd, but curiousity struck. I liked that boy. I found myself standing in front of him, with no control over my movements.
"You need something?" He said, flashing a grin.
"Would you like to make a deal?" I tried to form a smile, but failed miserably, trying to explain myself.
He just gawked at me.
"Impossible." I sighed, already knowing the results, "Impossible, but I'm interested. Deal!"
He shook my hand and I gave an appalled look.
This was my beginning.
