Paper fan
WHEEEEEE!
Chapter 5
"What?" I exclaimed. "So soon?"
"To a theif, timing is everything." Miyako boasted her knowledge. "But the notices can come up anytime something valuable is to be stolen."
"Right." I was always impressed with her deductive reasoning. "So, what is it this time? A work of art? A precious stone? Jewlery?"
"Wrong." she waved her finger at me. "Music."
"Mu-Music?" She showed me the notice. "Tonight I will take the melody of 'Lady fair.'" I gasped. "'Lady fair?!'"
"It's done by the composer Rudalfo Maximo." She explained. "This is considered his masterpiece."
"I know! That song is an inspiration to me." When I'm feeling down and I feel my efforts are in vain, I play that music. A piece about strength of spirit dispite all odds. A famous song writer's best work, especially an original copy, would be very valuable. "I see."
"That's right." Miyako folded her arms across her chest. "But don't worry. I've got a plan."
The place would be the old opera house, where the melody was first played. It was recently remodled so there were still a lot of the construction materials that were not yet cleared away. Miyako thought to use that as her advantage. I insisted on going.
That dream, my face got hot again, shoot. Anyway, I had to conquer that dream. I can't ever tell Chiaki. I could barely look at him in class today without turning red. I had to focus on my goal. Capture Kaitou Sinbad and impress Maron, that's all. That's...That's all.
Later that evening we were all stationed around the piano, the artist and his music. I wanted to be up in the rafters above the stage so I could see everything. I was in charge of dropping some sandbags when the theives get close.
I really wanted to be up here so that I could see Kaitou Sinbad for the cut throat theif he was. If he messed up, I would see it. The other day when he saved Jeanne, I got confused and acctually started to admire him. This was a mistake that probably led to that dream. It was up to me to prove he was no good.
"Is everyone in their positions?" a crackly walkie talkie spouted Miyako's voice.
"Roger!" I yelled at it. That was confident! Yeah! Then I realized I didn't push the talk button. "I...I mean roger." I sighed. Nice. Oh well, concentrate. Sirens blared just outside the building.
"Okay everyone! Show time!" Miyako shouted. Right!
This time Kaitou Sinbad, you will be captured by me. The lights had been lowered to the stage itself. The rafters were dark and I could see enough but I was worried that I might miss something. I wandered a bit when I heard a noise. Coming toward it, something jumped in front of my eyes.
"Ah!" I exclaimed. Thanks to the monster movie, I over reacted and jumped back. My foot caught on something and tripped me. "Whoa!" I fell hard and started to roll off the side.
"Iincho!" I gasped. I heard my name, so I did my best to turn as I fell. It was Kaitou Sinbad! He knows my name? My eyes grew wide when he jumped off the rafter and aimed his decent straight for me. He grabbed me, but remembering that dream, I tried to push him off.
"Hanashite!" my face was probably red.
"Baka!" He turned us both in mid-air and took the brunt of the landing. A cloud of dust rose up from some burst sand bags that had been stored behind the curtains for easy access. I coughed and so did Sinbad, but I think he got the wind knocked out of him.
"Sinbad." Even over the coughing I could hear it. The squeaking pully and the rope that rushed through it. "Oh no!" the sand bag. When I fell, I must have tripped over one of the fasteners. It was right over head. I grabbed Sinbad's coat and used my weight to roll us both out of the way, as the bag came down with a terrible thump.
I breathed letting the adrenaline run it's course. The warmth of his body on mine was just like my dream. He moved and I didn't know what to do. I was supposed to catch him but I saved him. What was I doing? Oh man! Intense blue eyes looked at me. I couldn't breath. He looked at the sand bag and back to me.
"I guess we're even." his voice was a little bit deeper than Chiaki's but not much. That look in his eyes so confident so...My dream when I took his mask off. It was...no it can't be. He moved, trying to leave. I have to catch him!
"I..." I caught his sleeve and he looked at me with a warning glare. My hand started to shake, like my voice. "I have to catch you." I told him, wondering what he would do. He was stronger than me. He could just pull away if he wanted to.
"I'm sorry." He slammed his hands against the floor behind my head. I jerked, letting go. "I can't be caught by you or anyone." His smell drifted to my nose and as I was letting it all sink in, he escaped.
My dream. Could it have been some kind of strange premonition. That would be too weird. I turned to lay on my side, looking at my finger tips. In my dream, the mask was in my hand. I took it off. I didn't mean to but...I saw.
Just now, I touched Sinbad, took in his scent. What does this mean? Maybe they were the same cologne? I sighed and a little puff of fine sand distanced itself from me. I guess I wasn't really looking at anything. I was too busy thinking about the odd circumstances that led me here.
Laying on the floor of the stage in the dark, I thought about how hopeless I felt. Even if the two are connected. There's no way I could ever confront chiaki about my suspicions. Maybe I could tell Miyako. A vice pressed on my heart and a tear touched my cheek. NO! I could never betray Chiaki. But I...I had to do something.
I shook with anger and frustration. Why can't I be strong enough?! I don't want to be powerful. I don't want to leap tall buildings in a single bound. I don't want to be faster than the bullent train. I don't want the strength to crush coal into diamonds. I just...with these hands and this body...I just want to be...strong enough.
"~I'll be cheering for you~"
"What?" I thought I heard a voice. I sat up and looked around. Some police were still marking the scene of the crime. Was it even a human voice that spoke to me? "Who's there?"
"~You want to be bold, don't you~" that soft voice, perhap's a woman's voice, called to me.
"I...who is it? How do you know that?" Was someone reading my thoughts or maybe I was thinking out loud but I don't remember doing that. I crawled over to a box of props, left by the last play that was done here, maybe.
"~I can support you and soon, you'll be bold on your own~" it spoke only encoragement and kindness.
"How do I know you want to help me?" There was a funny feeling about the paper fan that lay over the top of the props. "I've been tricked before."
"~I can't do anything for you, only help you to do what you want~"
"Only help me?" It had intrecate patters of plants and birds pressed on the delicate paper on the fan.
"~And soon you will be bold without my help~"
"Really?" Looking at it made me want to fly, as carefree as the birds depicted on the scene.
"~That is what I wish for you~"
"You really want to help me? You don't...want to hurt me or...hurt someone through me?" I've been possesed by evil spirits twice, you'd think I would learn my lesson. But this little fan, I picked it up. It didn't seem like it was so bad. It just wants to help me and then, when I am strong enough, I'll do it myself.
"~I only want to help~" It said.
"Thank you." I felt something pass over me. Like a warm breeze on a cloudy day. What was that?
WHEEEEEE!
Chapter 5
"What?" I exclaimed. "So soon?"
"To a theif, timing is everything." Miyako boasted her knowledge. "But the notices can come up anytime something valuable is to be stolen."
"Right." I was always impressed with her deductive reasoning. "So, what is it this time? A work of art? A precious stone? Jewlery?"
"Wrong." she waved her finger at me. "Music."
"Mu-Music?" She showed me the notice. "Tonight I will take the melody of 'Lady fair.'" I gasped. "'Lady fair?!'"
"It's done by the composer Rudalfo Maximo." She explained. "This is considered his masterpiece."
"I know! That song is an inspiration to me." When I'm feeling down and I feel my efforts are in vain, I play that music. A piece about strength of spirit dispite all odds. A famous song writer's best work, especially an original copy, would be very valuable. "I see."
"That's right." Miyako folded her arms across her chest. "But don't worry. I've got a plan."
The place would be the old opera house, where the melody was first played. It was recently remodled so there were still a lot of the construction materials that were not yet cleared away. Miyako thought to use that as her advantage. I insisted on going.
That dream, my face got hot again, shoot. Anyway, I had to conquer that dream. I can't ever tell Chiaki. I could barely look at him in class today without turning red. I had to focus on my goal. Capture Kaitou Sinbad and impress Maron, that's all. That's...That's all.
Later that evening we were all stationed around the piano, the artist and his music. I wanted to be up in the rafters above the stage so I could see everything. I was in charge of dropping some sandbags when the theives get close.
I really wanted to be up here so that I could see Kaitou Sinbad for the cut throat theif he was. If he messed up, I would see it. The other day when he saved Jeanne, I got confused and acctually started to admire him. This was a mistake that probably led to that dream. It was up to me to prove he was no good.
"Is everyone in their positions?" a crackly walkie talkie spouted Miyako's voice.
"Roger!" I yelled at it. That was confident! Yeah! Then I realized I didn't push the talk button. "I...I mean roger." I sighed. Nice. Oh well, concentrate. Sirens blared just outside the building.
"Okay everyone! Show time!" Miyako shouted. Right!
This time Kaitou Sinbad, you will be captured by me. The lights had been lowered to the stage itself. The rafters were dark and I could see enough but I was worried that I might miss something. I wandered a bit when I heard a noise. Coming toward it, something jumped in front of my eyes.
"Ah!" I exclaimed. Thanks to the monster movie, I over reacted and jumped back. My foot caught on something and tripped me. "Whoa!" I fell hard and started to roll off the side.
"Iincho!" I gasped. I heard my name, so I did my best to turn as I fell. It was Kaitou Sinbad! He knows my name? My eyes grew wide when he jumped off the rafter and aimed his decent straight for me. He grabbed me, but remembering that dream, I tried to push him off.
"Hanashite!" my face was probably red.
"Baka!" He turned us both in mid-air and took the brunt of the landing. A cloud of dust rose up from some burst sand bags that had been stored behind the curtains for easy access. I coughed and so did Sinbad, but I think he got the wind knocked out of him.
"Sinbad." Even over the coughing I could hear it. The squeaking pully and the rope that rushed through it. "Oh no!" the sand bag. When I fell, I must have tripped over one of the fasteners. It was right over head. I grabbed Sinbad's coat and used my weight to roll us both out of the way, as the bag came down with a terrible thump.
I breathed letting the adrenaline run it's course. The warmth of his body on mine was just like my dream. He moved and I didn't know what to do. I was supposed to catch him but I saved him. What was I doing? Oh man! Intense blue eyes looked at me. I couldn't breath. He looked at the sand bag and back to me.
"I guess we're even." his voice was a little bit deeper than Chiaki's but not much. That look in his eyes so confident so...My dream when I took his mask off. It was...no it can't be. He moved, trying to leave. I have to catch him!
"I..." I caught his sleeve and he looked at me with a warning glare. My hand started to shake, like my voice. "I have to catch you." I told him, wondering what he would do. He was stronger than me. He could just pull away if he wanted to.
"I'm sorry." He slammed his hands against the floor behind my head. I jerked, letting go. "I can't be caught by you or anyone." His smell drifted to my nose and as I was letting it all sink in, he escaped.
My dream. Could it have been some kind of strange premonition. That would be too weird. I turned to lay on my side, looking at my finger tips. In my dream, the mask was in my hand. I took it off. I didn't mean to but...I saw.
Just now, I touched Sinbad, took in his scent. What does this mean? Maybe they were the same cologne? I sighed and a little puff of fine sand distanced itself from me. I guess I wasn't really looking at anything. I was too busy thinking about the odd circumstances that led me here.
Laying on the floor of the stage in the dark, I thought about how hopeless I felt. Even if the two are connected. There's no way I could ever confront chiaki about my suspicions. Maybe I could tell Miyako. A vice pressed on my heart and a tear touched my cheek. NO! I could never betray Chiaki. But I...I had to do something.
I shook with anger and frustration. Why can't I be strong enough?! I don't want to be powerful. I don't want to leap tall buildings in a single bound. I don't want to be faster than the bullent train. I don't want the strength to crush coal into diamonds. I just...with these hands and this body...I just want to be...strong enough.
"~I'll be cheering for you~"
"What?" I thought I heard a voice. I sat up and looked around. Some police were still marking the scene of the crime. Was it even a human voice that spoke to me? "Who's there?"
"~You want to be bold, don't you~" that soft voice, perhap's a woman's voice, called to me.
"I...who is it? How do you know that?" Was someone reading my thoughts or maybe I was thinking out loud but I don't remember doing that. I crawled over to a box of props, left by the last play that was done here, maybe.
"~I can support you and soon, you'll be bold on your own~" it spoke only encoragement and kindness.
"How do I know you want to help me?" There was a funny feeling about the paper fan that lay over the top of the props. "I've been tricked before."
"~I can't do anything for you, only help you to do what you want~"
"Only help me?" It had intrecate patters of plants and birds pressed on the delicate paper on the fan.
"~And soon you will be bold without my help~"
"Really?" Looking at it made me want to fly, as carefree as the birds depicted on the scene.
"~That is what I wish for you~"
"You really want to help me? You don't...want to hurt me or...hurt someone through me?" I've been possesed by evil spirits twice, you'd think I would learn my lesson. But this little fan, I picked it up. It didn't seem like it was so bad. It just wants to help me and then, when I am strong enough, I'll do it myself.
"~I only want to help~" It said.
"Thank you." I felt something pass over me. Like a warm breeze on a cloudy day. What was that?