The Different Ones (Diaura X The Gazette)

Chapter 2 - Friend?!

It's the next day now as I wake up in bed, I must have been tired because I don't remember how I got to bed but I did. I haven't heard from the others yet though of course it's too early. I decide to get up, have a shower and get dressed. I better start the day before half of it is wasted.

That's what I do. After getting dressed I dry my hair as I walk into the kitchen. A plain long sleeved white shirt and black jacket is all I wear on top accompanied with black jeans. My hair is something between a mess and somewhat neat.

I place a plate on the side counter and rummage through my cupboards until I find some bread and jam to eat. I put the bread in the toaster and wait for them to be done. Whilst waiting I decided it would be a good idea to go shopping, with nothing much left in the house. Of course I haven't been here much; just stayed for a day or so before going back on tour again.

The toast is done, I place the toast on the plate before spreading the jam and taking the plate into the living room to eat my toast. It's a quiet eating session but it's soon done with.

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It's as I head out on to the Tokyo streets I realise that I don't know many people around here. There are other things I notice; such as the summer breeze that gently sways the leaves in the wind, the ever so slightly cold air that leaves chill done your spine and so on.

Yet people continue their lives as if normal even as if they don't notice it all. They notice the heat, the sun beaming down on them, the ability to go about in t-shirts and shorts at this time of the year. I have this feeling that during the summer, the winter will be missed.

Whilst walking among the busy streets and in and out of shops I gather enough food that will keep me going for a while. On my way back home I stop at a small park near the centre of the town to rest.

That's when I see him for the first time; a guy maybe slightly younger than myself. He has dark blonde hair almost a ginger like colour, his eyes a dark brown almost black. He is wearing a slight brown coat and a normal pair of jeans. Black framed rectangular glasses sit ever so lightly on the tip of his nose.

And despite the fact there are plenty of people around his age that he could be with; it's seems like he has chosen to come and visit at this park alone.

Alone like me right now, I think to myself as I go and sit beside him. He doesn't react in anyway, so into the book that he is reading. I feel the need to talk to him for some unknown reason and that's what I do.

"Hey. What are you reading?" I ask pointing to the book in his hands. That's when I notice the black nail polish on his nail, the sight makes me smile as I know I have the same colour on myself.

"Oh hello. I-I am reading this." He holds up his book for me to see the cover; it's a popular Japanese classic. Not something liked among the younger generation but still he reads it.

"Ah a classic, you like classics?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"It's for a school work." He simply mutters.

"Oh I understand. I am Yoka by the way and you?" I ask in a polite and friendly manner.

"I am Uruha. It's nice to meet you Yoka." He replies with a smile.

We talk a little bit more about ourselves and soon become friends. It turns out he only lives a few blocks away from here and not far from mine. Well its mid-day ish when I excuse myself and leave; promising to meet up again with him soon.

I get home and placing my bags and coat aside as I take my shoes off and go inside. For once it feels good to be home again. I unpack the shopping and soon put everything into place.

I go and sit down finally resting for the first time in the day. I check my phone and see there are two messages.

One from Kei and the other one from Tatsuya; I send them a reply letting them know I am okay and asking them what they are doing.

We text for a short while before our conversation is over.

I light a cigarette as I now go and make myself some lunch and that's when it comes to mind that I never got Uruha's number. So much before meeting up again. I shrug with a sigh somehow in this big city we shall meet again. I smile at that small thought as I make myself a sandwich and go and sit again.

I put out the last of my cigarette in the ashtray next to me before I begin eating. Next I grab the control for the TV and flip through the channels but it's all the same. I turn off the TV as I finish off my lunch.

I must have drifted off to sleep at some point as I find myself waking up to the vibration of my phone beside me. I pick up and see I have a new message. I click open and read it.

"You're from the band Diaura, right?"

It's an unknown number so I have no clue who it is but I have two guesses. I am going to keep them to myself as with my next text I am sure I will find out who it is.