M U S I N G S
P r o s e V a n i t y
One
Thankful for Fluff Puffs
Youichi had always wondered about his Onee-chan and Onii-chan.
Most of the time more on his Nee-chan, though.
He still remembered, although vaguely, wondering about her the day she saw him eat fluff puffs at Central Town.
He also recalls the smile on his onee-chan gave him when he first saw her. He wondered why she smiled so much even though he and his onii-chan picked on her a lot.
He also wondered why she always screamed.
He wondered why he liked her. But then he remembered: he liked her eyes first. They were big and funny-looking, but he also liked yellow and orange best, and he thought it was pretty that she had those colors in her eyes while he only had green, boring and dull green. There was so much green around the school that he was getting bored with the color already. In fact, he even liked her eyes more than his onii-chan's red ones. He liked red but it was too bright sometimes.
Not that there's much to wonder about. Not to him, anyway.
Because through his five-year-old eyes he saw no more than two people of completely opposite personalities miraculously getting along with each other. It was like putting red and pink in a drawing of a lion—it just didn't make sense to him at all. And besides, they always yelled a lot at each other. His onee-chan likes this, his onii-chan likes that. And then he'd listen as they argue and then see them give in and choose something more of a middle ground. And then they'd talk and he would hear his onee-chan mumbling about getting fluff puffs.
It made him wonder how they can stand next to each other and talk even though they were obviously not the same. Because he really can't imagine a lion in a coat of pink and red stripes.
Sometimes, though, when he's smug (which was most of the time really), he likes to think he's one of the bonds that keep them together. And sometimes, too, he thinks he belongs in a family, one which he never really knew and often wondered about, too.
He doesn't really know anything yet, except that Mikan is more of his Okaa-san and Natsume is his Tou-san.
And that according to his Tou-san, the girl with the curly green hair was a big, ugly hag.
A kid's mind is highly subjective to changes and rapid flows of thought, and Youichi is a really smart boy, too, so I wrote this one with the topic moving to and fro because I figured the kid's still young and highly imaginative.
I like writing from Youichi's point of view. It was fun. Makes me think less of the grown-up stuff and more on lollipops and cotton candies and lots of pink and red lions...
~Ashleeeey! :D