The Kiss Of Darkness {Soukoku}

Little Love

I'm here to go to the bookstore. It's the place that can make me calm. I love reading and dreaming. Not like daydreaming! I'm dreaming right now. Am I? It felt so real.

The bookstore is in front of me. Not just the bookstore. A boy. A boy that has a blue sharp but seriously cute eye and a wavy hair that looks like an orange. I would like to eat some right now. No, not now Dazai.

I bend towards the astonishingly cute toddler. He looks up, making that innocent face you could find on a newborn baby. Or a baby. Yes, both is the same so, don't judge me.

I would never think that a kid is cute. Especially, not a kid that I just met staring at me like I just took his vanilla ice cream and gave it to a stray dog, and that dog share its ice cream with a mere cat. Okay, that's too much. Oh, deal with it. He should be proud that Dazai Osamu just called him cute. But honestly, this kid is beyond cute.

"What are doing here? Are you lost?"

"No" He folded his arm, not answering my first question.

"Who are you?"

"I hate you." He flinched, hugging me.

I stand there, curiously. Why did this kid hug me? While saying that he hates me? Questions are taking over my brain. Leaving me dazed in front of a bookstore with a small ginger kid hugging my legs. (Since he couldn't even reach my waist.)

Girls with sailor uniform were giggling at me or maybe at him. Ah, it's the both of us.

I wanted him to let me go, it's embarrassing to be in a center of people's attention. But deep inside me says the opposite. It says that I wanted this hug badly.

He followed me to my apartment. Not secretly though. He actually took my hand and started to ask questions that I don't even understand while walking fast beside me.

"What is that?"

"It's a cotton candy."

"What's a cotton candy? Is it made out of sheep?"

"No."

"What's that?"

"It's a Sekihan."

"Huh?"

"A rice with red beans where Japanese always make it during birthdays."

"And that?"

"That is Taiyaki, there is red bean paste in it."

"Do Japanese love red beans?"

"Yes, but I don't."

"Why?"

"I love red bean paste, but not the whole bean."

"Why?"

I squinted at him while grunting making the ginger boy look away and muted, his hand never let go of mine. He muted just for a moment though.

"I love Japan. I lived here, but I never seem to enjoy it. I never even went outside from I was an infant." He looked down. I can only see his ginger head whilst he walks beside me. His words seem emotional, I suddenly felt bad for him, not like I know who he is. Maybe... I do know him. He is... it can't be.

"Chuuya?" I squint down.

"Hmm?" He looks up naturally. So, he is Chuuya. He is? I know I shouldn't ask this.

"Why are you here and where did you come from, Junior Chuuya?"

"Just Chuuya." He snaps. I nod, letting him in front of me when we reach the stairs at the apartment.