The sound of the water softly churning beneath the dock soon turned to the
sound of the cool, crisp breeze flowing through the fiery leaves of the
trees around him. His hands were kept warm in his tight blue jean pockets,
and his rather large navy blue sweatshirt handled the rest. But as the
breeze picked up more, it was hard to carry on the conversation for fear of
his baseball hat would fly away. They laughed together as he kept his hand
on his head, not letting the wind take it from him.
"You don't want to loose it, it's a cute hat!" she laughed, rubbing her hands together. He smiled very brightly, and blushed.
"Thanks, I've had this old thing for a long while... I got it before I went to college."
They had talked about a few different things together by the time they made it half way to her home. As it turns out, Hiryuu has taken classes and studied the arts. He was very interested in the way she started to learn sumi-e. Her old cat, (who sadly passed away when she left for New York), had knocked over several ink jars, walked through them, left paw prints all over her papers. Ever since then she's been learning to paint.
Hiryuu was twenty-four years old. That was old enough for him, and her birthday was in late February. She was a pieces, just like him. He loved how her favorite subject to paint was water, and she loved to hear his story of growing up in college. She thought it was cute that he had trouble with women. 'It doesn't seem like it,' she said. 'You're just shy.' "We have a lot of things in common." he smiled brightly. "And I can see why my mom hired you."
"Why?"
"Because..." he sighed, and blushed again, and had to look down at his feet as he talked. "Because you're an atatakaihito... A warm-hearted person." He smiled very nervously, and gazed back up at her, his feet leading him down the street on their own. She smiled widely.
"Why thank you! That was very sweet..!" She raised her hand, and softly patted his shoulder. He was taller than her, much taller, so she had to reach up. His blue eyes followed her hand, and he winced a bit, he was afraid for some reason. But as he felt her, touch him... he felt better. Her touch was soft, and gentle... "Well, here it is..." she sighed, and stopped walking. He instinctively stopped when she did. He looked over at the very small abode, and noticed how poor the landscaping was. The stone steps leading up the small hill and to her front door needed some sweeping, her hedges needed trimming, and her lawn needed to be cut. He could take care of this, he thought; he could come over, and take care of, her. "Thanks, for walking me."
"You're welcome!" he smiled. "It wasn't any trouble, really." Again, the silence came to them, but this time, it was calm, and tranquil. The sound of the trees swaying, the sound of the birds singing their goodbyes in the pink and orange sky made him relaxed, and he wasn't uncomfortable around her anymore. He just met her today. It felt like he knew her all his life... Though what he learned about her today were only small facts, he could tell she was very warm, and caring, just by looking into her hazel eyes. He loved that in a person, and as he felt her cool lips kiss his cool cheek, closing his eyes, he knew that she already meant something to him. She had been comforting him from his loneliness, by just spending time with him. She made him feel better, made him feel more confident, and made him look forward to the day ahead of him.
"I'll see you tomorrow." he said, as he watched her climb those steps. They waved goodbye, and hesitantly, he started to follow his steps home. He smiled from ear to ear, and giggled to himself. He was glad his mom hired her. So very, very glad.
"You don't want to loose it, it's a cute hat!" she laughed, rubbing her hands together. He smiled very brightly, and blushed.
"Thanks, I've had this old thing for a long while... I got it before I went to college."
They had talked about a few different things together by the time they made it half way to her home. As it turns out, Hiryuu has taken classes and studied the arts. He was very interested in the way she started to learn sumi-e. Her old cat, (who sadly passed away when she left for New York), had knocked over several ink jars, walked through them, left paw prints all over her papers. Ever since then she's been learning to paint.
Hiryuu was twenty-four years old. That was old enough for him, and her birthday was in late February. She was a pieces, just like him. He loved how her favorite subject to paint was water, and she loved to hear his story of growing up in college. She thought it was cute that he had trouble with women. 'It doesn't seem like it,' she said. 'You're just shy.' "We have a lot of things in common." he smiled brightly. "And I can see why my mom hired you."
"Why?"
"Because..." he sighed, and blushed again, and had to look down at his feet as he talked. "Because you're an atatakaihito... A warm-hearted person." He smiled very nervously, and gazed back up at her, his feet leading him down the street on their own. She smiled widely.
"Why thank you! That was very sweet..!" She raised her hand, and softly patted his shoulder. He was taller than her, much taller, so she had to reach up. His blue eyes followed her hand, and he winced a bit, he was afraid for some reason. But as he felt her, touch him... he felt better. Her touch was soft, and gentle... "Well, here it is..." she sighed, and stopped walking. He instinctively stopped when she did. He looked over at the very small abode, and noticed how poor the landscaping was. The stone steps leading up the small hill and to her front door needed some sweeping, her hedges needed trimming, and her lawn needed to be cut. He could take care of this, he thought; he could come over, and take care of, her. "Thanks, for walking me."
"You're welcome!" he smiled. "It wasn't any trouble, really." Again, the silence came to them, but this time, it was calm, and tranquil. The sound of the trees swaying, the sound of the birds singing their goodbyes in the pink and orange sky made him relaxed, and he wasn't uncomfortable around her anymore. He just met her today. It felt like he knew her all his life... Though what he learned about her today were only small facts, he could tell she was very warm, and caring, just by looking into her hazel eyes. He loved that in a person, and as he felt her cool lips kiss his cool cheek, closing his eyes, he knew that she already meant something to him. She had been comforting him from his loneliness, by just spending time with him. She made him feel better, made him feel more confident, and made him look forward to the day ahead of him.
"I'll see you tomorrow." he said, as he watched her climb those steps. They waved goodbye, and hesitantly, he started to follow his steps home. He smiled from ear to ear, and giggled to himself. He was glad his mom hired her. So very, very glad.