Disclaimer: I humbly bow to Matsushita-sensei…
Warning: This is hurriedly written…so it means it's not good.
Précis: While taking a stroll, Tatsumi contemplates something other than money.
Walk
I walk, each step that I take bringing me closer to the shore. How many years has it been since I've last seen it – the ocean? I cannot exactly recall, but I know it has been a little over five decades…the thought made me stop.
For a while nothing came across my mind, but I could feel my heart bumping against my ribs, its steady beating transforming into rapid thumps as I remain immobile, my arms glued to my side and my feet – bare and red from exhaustion – firmly planted on the dry, cold pavement.
I stared onwards, unseeing and lost in a thoughtless state. Then I blink, the sudden clank of steel against cement causing me to jerk back to reality. I bend down to pick up my watch and finger its side before putting it back in my pocket, not even bothering to curse myself for being as careless as to drop such a valuable possession and have it scratched.
As I take another step, the wind picks up. I could hear its soft incoherent whispers of sweet nothings; I could feel it caressing my back and my neck, tickling my feet and urging me to go on despite the roughness of the stone pavement beneath my soles. Unconsciously I hasten my pace, letting my excitement – powered by the stale cold smell of salty water – take over my senses. Soon I find myself breaking into a run, eager to leave the world of busy people and of the angry roaring of car engines…of solving cases and of paperwork.
Has it really been that long?
The thought of being stuck inside a box with a desk filled with papers struck me flabbergasted; the notion seemed so useless – the feeling of contentment after passing a well written report (and knowing full well that it would be given much credit) now looked so…small and pointless compared to the painting before me...a scenic view of purple, pink, and orange dabbed unto a canvas of beauty so rare and pure.
I sink down to the sand, letting the flamboyant waves welcome me – their salty droplets cascading over my head to rest at my feet…
It is such a wonder that we often times fail to see the beauty of the masterpiece that is twilight. We prefer to see the rising of the sun, and curse the dusk because it later on turns into the night – the darkness that brings forth nightmares. If only we could learn to appreciate the beauty of things, then we can find the sunset truly wondrous. Its beauty is astounding, and yet it permeates through souls ever so gently – unlike the bright, intruding rays of the morning sun…
I laugh at the world – at myself.
Heaving out a sigh, I turned to leave. The sun has already gone down its watery domicile, its last rays waving goodbye to sink into the darkness…
Indeed, it has been far too long.
A/n: Wee…my first piece on YnM! My most sincere apologies if this made Tatsumi seem too OOC. I so badly wanted to portray him as something different from how people originally see him – to give him an air of…contemplativeness.
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