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Kyori Sarusake walked along the sidestreet of the cobblestone road that made up the main street of Cendrillon, the slight wind blowing his blonde hair across his forehead. Thoughts that floated around inside his head now floated around in the air around him, being projected for anyone close enough to see and hear, yet, they were blurry and the noise was muffled. What was more embaressing; the new sounds his projections were now making or the crystal clear noise they always made when he wasn't trying to hide them from everyone? He let out a deep sigh, giving up on his practice of concealment. Relaxing his thoughts, they instantly became sharp and rang out like chucrch bells.

I wonder where that man is heading.

Kyori's eyes held fast on a gentleman walking up the other side of the street. Of course, like always, the man overheard his thoughts and turned to look. A picture flashed outward from Kyori's thoughts, an image of where the man's face grows red and he darts over across the street and he starts yelling and screaming and asking what in the hell do you think your doing.

Kyori watched as the man simple flushed and looked away, hurrying on up along the streetside to who knows where. He turned away and kept walking. In one arm, he held a simple brown paper sack that was filled with simple foods like freshly baked bread and fruits of different kinds. His other hand was pushed down into his jeans pocket. Of course, his mother scent him to fetch the food for her.

Why do I always have to be the one doing the shopping? Kioko should be doing this, not me. Apparently, to his mother, Kioko wasn't old enough, even though he was fourteen. To Kyori, he could have come to the city at ten. That kid's got the nerve to do it. The bravery and guts, yes, but he wouldn't think about the consequences if something bad happened.

His thoughts continued to pour from his mind, images of Kioko getting beaten by strangers on the sidestreet or him being attacked by feral dogs living in the alleys. A woman walking with her kid along the other sidestreet saw his thoughts and gawked immediatly, covering her son's eyes and hurrying him along. Another heavy sigh escaped through Kyori's lips as he blurred his thoughts and walked on.

He came walking out of the city down the road which would eventually lead him to his home. On his right, there was a large sunflower field. He had no doubt that Rin would be out there in her white hat soaking up the sun. A mental image of her popped up into view. She stood twirling in the patch of sunflowers, the bottom of her dress flaring as she spun, happy giggles bubbling out. Kyori smiled to himself and he stopped, turning to look out across the open field. It didn't take him long to spot her.

Stepping into the field, Kyori made his way over to his friend where she sat holding her hat, her journal in her lap. His mother would live if he was a little late with the food. Kioko could survive as well. He walked up to where she sat and looked down at her, his ice cobalt eyes looking down at her.

Hey, Rin.