Haruto Katashi
A cold winter breeze, a feeling of being missed placed the idea of closing your eyes and having it all just go away. All thing Haruto Katashi felt in a single moment as the winter breeze past across his sleeping face. His eyes opened regretfully to be met by the sun shining down on his face and a tall tree providing some shade. “How strange for me.” he spoke out softly to himself as he remained motionless spread out on the grass. “When did I start sleeping here all the time? I can’t remember.” The words escaped his lips and being taken away by the breeze. He laid there for a moment just looking up at the sky before he finally moved and sat himself up using his arms as support. A small hill just next to the park the place he had found himself coming to every day the place he would lay down on the grass and drift away from reality, a peaceful place.
He was dressed in light winter coating; it was only starting to get cold so he had yet to take out any form of heavy winter jackets, just a coat or hoodie always accompanied by a pair of gloves covering his hands and the strange mark that had appeared on his hand. He was thanking full for the time of year, if it had been different he would be questioned about the gloves he wore regularly, what could he say, a bad burn? Perhaps that would work. He chuckled lightly at himself as he held up his left hand picturing the image that hide behind that fabric. “What an ugly thing.”
Haruto stood up from the grass and brushed of his back before he gave another stretch. As usual he had a pistol stashed away in his inner coat pocket, which he was reminded of as it bumped against his skin from the inside. “Old habits die hard I suppose.” He spoke out once more softly to himself. He was a bit disappointed in himself to still be carrying such a thing he just always picked it up and took it with him when he left his apartment. He gave it a shrug as he reminded himself to keep on pushing for a better life. He gave himself a reassuring smile and stared walking down the hill. He stopped half way however as he heard a girl yelling off in the distance. “The ramen shop?” he raised a brow at the idea of someone causing a problem at a place like that. He rather liked that place thinking about it, use to be a regular when he first arrived in Tokyo, how long has it been he wondered sense he last visited. Then he heard another noise. “….a chicken?”
He was curious now such an odd thing, he didn’t really have any business going to look but he was bored if anything. Better than taking a nap any way, a recent habit he would like to break soon. None the less he changed his course and headed to the source of all that commotion at one of his favorite places.
He arrived after a short while to be meeting with the sight of a girl being held by the foot by a giant… chicken? To be fair it was a rather odd looking thing… but a chicken? He didn’t make a move to help; instead he looked back and forth down the street looking for some sort of camera crew. “What a dumb movie idea.” He blurted out as he turned back to the sight in front of him confident that this was being used as a set.