The crisp night sky is broken with a single droplet of water falling over the skies. The clock dances with the numbers Eleven Fifty Nine. It's enough to make a man go insane when have to sit and watch as time goes onward and you're stuck listening to a single track of the greatest hits of Crystal Kay. Stuck on repeat because something about the voice of this female seems to make it impossible for you to think properly whenever you look into the droplets of water freefalling. The buds stuck in your ears begin to tighten as though attempting to block out everything around you.
A familiar face sits on the benches wearing a warm smile greets you with a simple chuckle as the bus finally stops. His face is warm and hardens, while his hands are stiff and wrinkled from the years upon years of hard work. Bearing thick glasses that seemed clear enough for him to simply see through all events and actions even with his bad eye sight. A thick par of khaki pants supported his frame well enough, even though his plain white buttoned down polo seemed to have gotten soaked in the amount of time he had spent outside.
"Hey there… It's been a while Yo-yo." His voice slipped a warm welcoming to an unknown figure layered in black that began to emerge from the bus. His ears sealed away the obstacles of the outside world in hopes of avoiding being exposed to random encounters such as this. "The name's Yoshuna…" The young man looked up to reveal his golden yellow hair, set in numerous strands that alternated between black and yellow. Removing the buds from his ears and looking up with his crystal blue eyes.
The image of a pair of crystal blue eyes, hit a mirrored image of a slightly dusted yellow stranded hair that was well kept in a short fashion with a set of crystal blue-green that hid them behind a thick frame of glass. It seemed as though the mirror itself reflected the cruel weapon of time and all its effects as the young man stood only to notice he fell roughly several inches short in terms of height to his reflection. With a slight extension of his hand, the young man would attempt to accept this as a form of peace. An acceptance was shown with a single hug rather than a hand shake back.
"It's good to have the Akiraka family back under one roof son…" He spoke with such kind and soft words that it was impossible for the young man to reject his kindness and he had to respond with a warm touch back. "It's nice to finally have some place to stay for a while." The young man began to hold onto his father as they walked down the long streets. With his father's arm around him all the while cracking joke upon joke lightening the mood.
"The world is made of many things, and many things help make the world as it is today. We do not question these things nor do we go out of our way to bother them as they stand. Your world is not meant to have clear reception, nor is it meant to lack static. The network that is your life will forever broadcast your story until the ends of your days, welcome to your network."
Persona Network
The next morning was calm and collected one, scrambled eggs, toast, and well done sausage were what was prepared for breakfast. A single Identification card for high school sat on the table that morning with the title, Akiraka Yoshuna Grade 11. The picture a very well kept picture of "Yo-Yo" from the neck up with a cheerful grin on his face, wearing his old schools uniform. His eyes slightly glazed over from the sleep he had just awoken from. "Erm… Whats this old man?" You began to glare over to his father with a hint of annoyance in his eyes as his father continued to hide behind his laptop. All the while his fingers danced around the keyboard.
"It's your ID for school…" He looked up and then began to take a quick sip of his coffee. His eyes still slightly closed as he looked over to see his child holding onto his chest as though ready to have a heart attack. "I.. I know what it is.. why.. how.. this.. picture…" He spoke as he pointed to the picture of a yellow short haired young man with a grin on his face, looking very similar to Yo-yo in his current state, except that his eyes weren't slightly glazed. Nor did his hair run to the length as it did now, not to mention that his lip wasn't wearing its signature piercing.
"Mybook…" He spoke silently to himself as he continued to type and slowly threw a hand full of keys at the young teen with a slight chuckle. "I'm going to be out late tonight writing for the department again. Yo-Yo." He continued to chuckle all the while Yoshuna began to run his palm over his own face with a slight feeling of frustration in his mind thinking maybe its best he doesn't bother to put his pictures and information on a website and then look amazed when his hacker father finds them. "I'm heading out Yoshuma.." He spoke before running his fingers through his hair and feeling a sharp pain in the back of his head from a stiffen bagel hitting him. "Its Dad to you…" His father chuckled as he continued to drag his fingers about the keyboard before him.