Code 365 Project Memory

Datum 32: Strings of Misfortune

His facial expression somehow changed. From hesitant, desperate and broke child down to a trusting one. Now this is getting very interesting.

He then finally handed me the said arcade rifle and crossed his arms.

"Better get that shit or I'll go after my last buck on you." He said as he smirked playfully.

The Man's Point of View

I observed how this old hag took away my arcade rifle and positioned himself on the aiming line, few meter away from the moving targets.

My eyes wandered on him. From his head down to his shoes. It's a rare moment I am able to see a man with such beautiful midnight blue hair and deep blue sapphire-like eyes.

His military green jacket looks perfectly badass on him. His jeans looks ordinary though, but his shoes. I love them, looks like it's not that cheap.

He's handsome, I can say, but I'm way more handsome and taller than him!! Aww too bad for this guy tho.

From the aiming line, he then positioned the rifle on his arms and supporting it on the side of chest as he stood.

Leaned down on the scope and concentrated. From that moment, I was slowly realizing, there's something on him and that position that directly hinted me with something in my mind.

He might be skilled.

With one concentrated pull of his trigger, the soft bullet from the arcade rifle fired on a high speed that it finally hit the jackpot target in one swift blow.

And he did that like just eating popcorns. No efforts, No stress. This man is stunningly amazing. I was struck with such surprise I didn't expect from an ordinary stranger.

"Congratulations! Boy!" the store owner happily expressed despite of the language barrier and handed that blue-haired man the jackpot prize.

"Thank you." He respectfully replied without a smile on his lips. He then started to approach me and gently threw the small gift box for me to catch.

"Enjoy." He blankly said and started to walk away from me and the arcade.

I just stood there like an idiot as I held my clasped hands on the gift I desperately wanted.

"Hey!!!" I shouted back and hurried towards his back.

He didn't stop from walking and I found myself following him on his side while walking on the busy streets. His sight straight ahead and didn't even bother to look at me.

What the hell, pal?

"Hey... slow down! I'm talking to you!!"

"What more do you want? I already got you that thing, now leave me alone." He coldly replied and started to walk away.

Grrrrrrr. I can't even believe that this old had already experiences menopause! Fucking hag. I don't even know why my feet still followed him despite that harsh treatment.

"Hey! I just wanna thank you! What the fuck dude!" I shouted back that somehow made him stop.

I hurriedly ran towards his side and held my waist. He then glanced at me that made me somehow gaze through his dark blue eyes.

They were all empty. I was confused for a second back there.

"Stop following me." He said with a dread voice and began to walk away again from me.

I stood there and watched him walk towards the crowd. But what the fuck? Why am I feeling such weird curiosity about him? As if my feet wanna follow him all along! Dang it!