I was walking home along the dimly lit street, a comforting weight in my pocket, and a content expression on my face. Oh, and of course my trusty bat in my left hand.
Suddenly, I heard voices from the alley. I stopped, and peered around the corner to listen. Why? Because I thought one of them sounded familiar.
And, I was right. It was that Kukai kid from the game today. He was talking with a little girl, I think.
"Oniichan, your hand's all swollen again. Are you okay?" 'Oniichan'? I think I've heard that before. From my mom, I think. What language was that?
"Yeah, I'm okay, Yaya. Just, go to sleep, okay?"
"But, I'm hungry."
"Me too. But, I didn't win this time, so I can't buy anything to eat right now. You'll be okay though, I promise."
"...okay."
There were a few shuffling sounds, and the rustle of cloth. Wait, did they sleep out here?! Well, I mean, it wasn't that uncommon, although I was lucky enough to have a small apartment I shared wi my mother.
But this girl... there was something off about her. She took a step backwards into the ring of dim light. She was so thin! And living on the streets like that?!
This girl would definitely not last, come winter.
What in the world was I doing?! Ugh. I definitely was going to regret this tomorrow. Especially at lunchtime... I was blowing all of my budget.
No one questioned me as I entered the dingy shop. I purchased a few materials as cheaply as I could, and made my way over to my usual hideout. I worked on this 'project' for hours, and by the time I was done, I felt pretty accomplished. It wasn't professional work by any means, but it was sure a lot better than the other one. It would work a lot better, I could already tell.
Taking out my pocketknife, I scratched my name - well, the one everyone called me anyways - into the back of my finished creation.
Hmmm... Whatcha up to, Utau?