Day 2: The visible one and the invisible one.
Next morning the sun was strong, Sinbad went to do what he used to do any day, but this day with a companion, he couldn't help too much with things that need strength like carrying water, or fish, but he could pick an occasional object that fell on the way, most people didn't notice the kid until Sinbad pointed him, and nobody recognize him.
At noon they take a break under one of the few shadows the street could offer at that moment so they could eat some dry fish, the main source of food of the village. The temperature continued rising. Sweating by both, the work and the climate Sinbad grumble.
- Why it is as hot as a dessert if we are by the ocean? - He gasp and continued. - If only it was cooler here.-
- Cooler...- he mutter.
At first Sinbad surprised and was glad to hear him speak, but then he couldn't believe when he felt a breeze. It wasn't impossible but it was strange to cold wind come into the village at midday. Both continued eating in complete silence. When both ended eating the older one spoke.
- I need to do more things, would you come with me or we meet later? - The other didn't answer, he was staring at the sky. So the speaker just leave, he fell there wouldn't be any problem.
In the afternoon Sinbad helped people in their houses, they thanked the boy, most people couldn't give him anything more than that. Sometimes he asked if they have seen the long haired boy, but no one was sure who he was talking about, he also realize that he didn't know how to refer about him properly. He stop asking some hours later and continued helping, he was given an occasional glass of water, even one grateful lady gave him a fruit, something that wasn't very abundant in the surroundings.
Then it was time to go to the fountain, all the kids come to hear another story, and he say the long black hair. This time Sinbad inspired by the cold wind of that day and comments about the snow he had heard years ago from travelers, he tell a tale of a man who went to a white mountain to kill a monster that used to go down to the town when there was full moon, how tired the hero after slaying that creature he fall on the snow, how the cold seem a harder enemy, one the couldn't escape from, but when the morning come the sun give him the strength to come back, where everyone receive the brave man with a smile.
A story to make the kids be grateful for the sun we have here, that even if it could make their lives difficult and sometimes make them sick. Going back home Sinbad notice how more cheerful the kid he care the most was.
At home there wasn't too much to do, but this time they had a fruit to eat, cut in half each take a piece, Sinbad observed the reaction that the kid made, he made such an amazed face, it was the first time he had tried anything so sweet, and it was so juicy that he didn't need water, he ask to himself how such wonder could exist, thinking of all the other great things the world could offer his face light up.
- Here, take this part too. - Sinbad said, thinking that he would enjoy more seeing the expression that the kid would make than eating the fruit.
He wasn't mistaken, he reacted more happy than with the first half, because even though know it was the second time he taste that flavor this was a gift from the boy he looked up. He recalled he didn't know how to call the kid.
- By the way I need a way to call you.- Sinbad didn't know much of proper names, looking him, how his hair move and his eyes glow he say in joke.- Maybe Kitty would fit you!
But he reacted happy to the name, he didn´t care how he would be called, but that someone care about him and gave him a name. Tonight he wasn't so shy.
- Thank you! Thanks really! -
That night the joy makes them harder to fall asleep, but there were able to rest peacefully.
Nya~, I would really like to read a review. Right know I'm planning 5-6 more chapters like this, which would make the first part of the story. Then an interlude and after the second part, that would be with the characters at the same time of the manga.