July 17th, 2010
Today was the tournament, a parkour tournament all the way out in Tokyo. I was signed up for free runs and speed races, yet again.
I, of course, was with Koshikawa-san and everyone else from the parkour place since morning, but I hadn't competed yet because all my events were in the afternoon.
A junior of mine and I were walking around, trying to find something to eat and drink for lunch…
...Before we noticed the huge crowd of people around.
"Mamoru-senpai," Hotaru called out next to me, the cute eleven year old clinging to my arm, "Why are there so many people here?"
I quickly looked around and saw a banner, "It looks like there's a robotics competition right next to our parkour competition." I told the child, "Don't worry, I'll find you if we get separated. Just don't move and I'll find you, okay?" I reassured him with a soft smile.
Hotaru nodded cutely, making me smile wider, "Great, now what do you want for lunch?" I asked him.
Hotaru opened his mouth, the names of food escaping his mouth and I couldn't help but smile. The child had fluffy dark chocolate brown hair along with the biggest caramel eyes on his soft baby face. Literally no one would be able to resist this eleven year old's cuteness. Despite being in his last year of elementary school, Hotaru had always been something akin to an angel, staying innocent and kind. It made me envy him.
Just as we pushed our way to the edge of the crowd, I felt something collide with my head.
I clutched my head and growled lightly. I turned and saw two teens with the robotic competition lanyards throwing stuff from their backpacks at each other angrily. One was a typical nerd, scrawny, too pale to have ever seen the light, wire rimmed glasses, and grit teeth as his stick like arms threw various items at his opponent. The other kid, while also scrawny, didn't look too much like a nerd. He had a decent fashion sense and seemed to have a decent amount of muscle. He was also somewhat tall, but his young age was given away by the baby fat on his face.
I narrowed my eyes, seeing some of the friends of the two rooting their respective friend on. Others, like me, glared at them with anger as items had been thrown out of their circle.
I felt Hotaru flinch next to me and saw him rubbing his arm, "Are you okay Hotaru?" I immediately asked, concerned, seeing a strange plastic thing on the ground nearby.
He nodded and opened his mouth to respond, but he suddenly let out a surprised eep.
I quickly covered his body with my own, seeing something coming at me out of the corner of my eye.
Something hit my back and pink smoke greeted me.
The world shifted and I felt nothing, Hotaru's weight gone from my arms.
When the smoke cleared I found myself sitting across from a man with a dark expression, "Ah geez," he muttered to himself, a bit angrily if I might add. He wore a black fedora on his head, curly sideburns sticking out of the bottom of it, with his eyes covered by the shadow of his fedora. The bottom half of his face was clean shaven with thin lips shaped into a grim expression along with a sharp nose.
I crossed my arms and sighed, "It's not like I want to be here anyways." I snapped, feeling strangely intolerant.
The man seemed glare at me, before tilting his black fedora with the orange strip more forward, "You've always been this troublesome, haven't you?" he asked rhetorically.
I glared and took a sip of the peach tea in front of me, "Well it's not like someone has bothered to explain what all this is, and why it's happening to me." I answered, annoyance in my voice.
The man looked me over, "Song Mamoru, fifteen years old if I had to say. Knows nothing about what is to come shortly." he seemed to list off, his deep voice blunt and blank.
I set down the teacup gently, juxtaposing the irritation I held within me, "What is this family? This thing called the Varia?" I asked him, my eyes focused on him.
He looked me over and the edges of his mouth lifted to form a smirk, "Seems like you're not a fool after all."
In the end, he would just answer my questions with vague responses that just made me even more irritated.
By the time I had returned back, Hotaru had gotten all the food and we went back to the competition, myself receiving first place in my age category.
But that man in the fedora gave me some insight, he said things about what's to come and how I was oblivious to it, I wonder what that means?
P.S. Continue to find that red head kid
P.P.S. ...that man in the fedora was kind of attractive…
P.P.P.S. why do they always talk about future events?