The afternoon sun was past it's peak. Much easier to find shade, Finding a nice spot beside a tall bush, Kouichi began to set his things down. Two small ink bottles, filled. The list continued with a brush, three pens of different font sizes, along with a notebook. The late day sun was a wonderful illumination.
A loose plain white t-shirt hung around his shoulders and over his upper torso. His multi-season jacket ties around his waist, covering the waistband of his jean pants. A lack of initiative. Lazily dressing to go out. Bandanna dangling from his neck, his hair was free. An inch and a half of blond hair was was no longer restricted by a headpiece.
With all his materials in place, with a thud he dropped to a seated position and reached for the notebook and a fine tipped pen. The back end of the pen slide between his lips as he opened the notebook to a clean page. Eyes half open stared up, away from the sun. As though becoming lost in the endless blue. A color he hated. Which caused his lips into a frown. What a dull color, he thought. His eyes closed again, and returned his attention to the notebook. What to write was the question. His mind drifting in and out of thoughts. His inspiration came in a very odd way.
His hand began to move. Leaving vertical scribbles along the sheet of paper. The pen was accurate and swift. Reading to himself silently as he wrote.
It seemed like an odd subject for even him to write. It still didn't dawn on him his writing was foreign to the others in the school. Though kanji was his writing, not all could read it. It was simply multiple lines of vertical scribbles. Still very proud of his work, he set it down to work as an example. The example wasn't a great one. It did the job to show style of writing. His lips curled into a small smile. "Maybe I should have made more friends before I decided to do this..." He contemplated, watching the courtyard surroundings for anyone to join him.
A loose plain white t-shirt hung around his shoulders and over his upper torso. His multi-season jacket ties around his waist, covering the waistband of his jean pants. A lack of initiative. Lazily dressing to go out. Bandanna dangling from his neck, his hair was free. An inch and a half of blond hair was was no longer restricted by a headpiece.
With all his materials in place, with a thud he dropped to a seated position and reached for the notebook and a fine tipped pen. The back end of the pen slide between his lips as he opened the notebook to a clean page. Eyes half open stared up, away from the sun. As though becoming lost in the endless blue. A color he hated. Which caused his lips into a frown. What a dull color, he thought. His eyes closed again, and returned his attention to the notebook. What to write was the question. His mind drifting in and out of thoughts. His inspiration came in a very odd way.
His hand began to move. Leaving vertical scribbles along the sheet of paper. The pen was accurate and swift. Reading to himself silently as he wrote.
Sakura blossoms, so peaceful. They flutter in the wind, with no care of where they land. The simple sight of them riding the wind is enough to calm a mind. There is a man who goes where these beautiful petals fall, one who is violent. With no place to call home, he lives a constant war. Those who witness this combination, can only mesh the two together. Peacefully violent. His dark presence made the Sakura blossoms seem so pale. He was executed for his murderous ways. The murders never ended though. It seemed more occurred. As though his soul followed the blooming Sakura trees, haunting them even. The people gave him the name, Pale Sakura Oni.
It seemed like an odd subject for even him to write. It still didn't dawn on him his writing was foreign to the others in the school. Though kanji was his writing, not all could read it. It was simply multiple lines of vertical scribbles. Still very proud of his work, he set it down to work as an example. The example wasn't a great one. It did the job to show style of writing. His lips curled into a small smile. "Maybe I should have made more friends before I decided to do this..." He contemplated, watching the courtyard surroundings for anyone to join him.