10/17/10 リン雨
It wasn't anything bad, or even stalker-like. As the months passed us by, I would see Satoko wherever I went. If I was staying the night at a fancy hotel, she would come from nowhere with a warm smile on her face and happy wave. If I were to be walking down the road, she would pass me while chasing something. It didn't bother me much, I soon found myself looking forward to seeing her.
And my heart would break if I didn't.
After a year of this, I started to notice her absence was becoming more frequent. I refused to blame myself, instead I made excuses as to why she wasn't there. Visiting her mother, off training, anything that would reassure my panicking mind that she was more than okay.
Then just like that, she was there again. Her smiles just as kind, her waves just as happy to see me as she was. By age twelve, now, her body started to develop. Her hair growing longer, her curves more defined, standing taller. She was growing into a wonderful young woman.
Not that it mattered to me. Satoko was off limits, but that never once stopped her and I from being friends.
If that's what you could call it.
After I started noticing her changes, I started noticing the changes in myself. How less the world seemed to me, how angry I got at people, how I stopped showing myself in public. It was around this time, did I start to take my father's place in the evil where he stood.
Each time I stepped outside, I was flocked with police and new reporters.
Each time I saw Satoko, I felt nothing towards the pained look she would give me.
GASP! Lance, how dare you not feel anything towards Satoko?
*cough*
I hope you enjoyed. Reviews would be nice.
Until next time, nakamatachi.
~RS