Capricious
Chapter 3: Kobushi Abiru
It was nice and sunny out. A lovely day, really. Today that lovely steed would wag its tail so carelessly, it drove me mad. Like it didn't know how wonderful it loooooked! So pretty! Just one tug...
Another bandage couldn't hurt. It looks nice. Oh
"Sensei! Itoshiki-sensei!"
He's at the zoo? That's new. He looks up, slightly relieved, and I wonder if I am a lesser evil in comparison to my other classmates. Slightly arrogant and humbling at the same time for me to say.
"I am in a state of shock. The children here-- completely disrespectful to me. They have left me in despair!" It is a weekend, however. Makes the children rowdier. "That's no excuse!"
We walk for a bit. It's nice. He goes off about old traditions being marred by today's society, and I do little to contribute besides the occasional nod of my head and "Yes, yes." Though I do think of some traditions I disagree with... And those praised bobtails. Our people are stupid. Missing the point missing the splendor missing it. But sensei would probably disagree. All garbed in his traditional clothes. I do not begrudge him for it, however.
Something is strange in the air today, though. Bags there. I see them. Under his eyes. And weight. In his voice. That is what's wrong with sensei, though. Man was given something beautiful. The brain. But the more you know, the more you know you don't know. It's going farther into a tunnel where the exit gets farther as you walk. And you can't turn back. He is silent. I do not tell him this, I just walk with him in silence, then tug on his sleeve.
"Take care of yourself, sensei."
From this on it is his decision.
And he leaves.
Deciding for someone...is it good or bad...and why on earth do I think of that? Who would decide for him?
A/N: The Japanese bobtail, a breed of cats with an almost nonexistant tail, are praised as bringers of good luck, and I'd imagine this is much to Abiru's chagrin. Feedback appreciated!