Winged One

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“So… this is Japan huh?”

Looking around at the tall buildings around him, Leon tried to find it in himself to be impressed but after visiting most of the major cities of the world Japan wasn’t that different.

Still… the sushi would be awesome.

He had arrived in Tokyo, Japan about a day ago and instead of hurrying to the nearest Chinatown he had decided to take it a bit easy this time.

He’d learned from trial and error that rushing only set to upset him in the end when he failed to inquire what he sought. He had slept the day away in a capsule hotel instead.

Which he had to say… capsule hotels? Ingenious really, he only wished that they had those back home as well.

Right now he was wondering around, sightseeing a bit before he set himself up for disappointment.

Something had been nagging at him in the back of his mind for a while now but he had mostly successfully buried it in the back of his mind.

But for some reason the thing was rearing its ugly head and whacking him with a bat. A metal one at that.

When D left… he had told Leon that humans didn’t-wouldn’t-couldn’t have the privilege of staying on the boat that made up the pet shop. Human beings were too destructive of a race to be allowed onto the peaceful ark.

Only kami and animals.

It had been burning in the back of Leon’s mind, leaving him with an unreasonable feeling of shame- at himself and his race.

Which was just plain stupid of course-why should he feel shame and doubt and a bunch of negative emotions for his own species?!

But that didn’t stop him from feeling it. He had cursed D and his grandfather and father and even the freaky-goat… but it still didn’t stop the feelings of disgust he felt whenever he so much as looked a person in the eyes nowadays.

The thing was… he was human.

An unwelcome, crude, unforgivable human.

Something that D and the rest of the shop would never accept back-if they ever had before that was.

Letting out a depressive sigh Leon walked down a quite street. After being in the crushing streets of the shopping district the silence was most welcome.

After a few months of traveling he had developed a hate to crowds in general. Just the thought of packed sweaty people pushing and shoving-ew.

He began to appreciate the beauty of the world around him as time went by. After visiting and traveling to less civilized places Leon began to look more forward to clean wide spaces then the musky dirty cities that he had to visit as well.

As he traveled he noticed that no matter what country he was in most cities were the same. Sure the language was different and the people had different characteristics but the similarities were blaring.

Loud. Rude. And Many.

No wonder the Count had disliked him and his loud accusations.

It was beginning to become evening. The sun was dipping in the horizon causing the sky to look like it was painted with bold colors of orange and red with hints of yellow and pink.

Blues were hinting too in the sky showing that the sunset wasn’t going to last that much longer.

Walking past a wooden fence Leon stopped.

He didn’t know why but… he turned to look at the open archway.

For some reason it didn’t strike him as strange that a small building that looked more like an old fashion architecture ancestral home was housed between two concrete work buildings that seemed on the verge of falling apart.

He could make out voices, they weren’t loud enough for him to tell the words apart but they seemed to be coming from around the house just out of his sight.

Leon hesitated, his body was telling him to go in but his common sense was telling him that it would be very rude to just walk onto someone else’s property.

‘Why do I want to intrude anyway? This feeling…it kind of feels like that feeling I got when I first meet D… magic.’

Shaking his head Leon made a point of turning his body around to walk away from the strange building. But even as he did that he found that he couldn’t lift his own feet to move.

“What the…?”

“Oh hey are you coming in or not?”

Leon startled as a young voice sounded behind him in the direction of the gate. Turning back around he spotted a young man holding a old fashion broom and had a white rag tied around his head.

Before replying Leon studied him. The boy couldn’t have been more then 16 or so. He was very skinny and wiry, his black hair had an interesting cowlick that Leon couldn’t help but internally scoff at. A pair of wire-thin glasses were perched a narrow nose.

But the thing that caught Leon’s attention was his eyes. They had immediately reminded him of D. Only this boy’s eyes had one blue eye and one bronze instead of D’s purple and gold.

“Excuse me I asked you if you were going to come in or not? If you’re here to see Yuko I suggest you hurry up. She’s already on her eighth glass of sake.”

“Ummm…”

Leon kicked himself mentally. He couldn’t think of an excuse for why he was hanging around the entrance without sounding like a weirdo.

The boy’s face which had altered between annoyed and polite suddenly cleared up with surprise and understanding.

“Oh I get it… you suddenly found yourself here and for some reason you’re drawn to the shop right?”

“Um yea kinda… this place is a shop?”

The boy’s smile was much warmer and had a sympathy feel to it as if the boy knew what he was feeling.

“Yes this is Yuko’s shop. It’s a… well it’s an all purpose store really. She sells wishes.”

Leon raised a skeptically eyebrow.

“…Wishes?”

The boy grimaced.

“I know it sounds like a scam or something like that but you coming here was inevitable, or that’s at least what Yuko’s always telling me.”

“Right…”

“Please just come in and see for yourself I mean… what do you have to lose?”

Leon stopped to think about it. He didn’t really have anything to lose, it was already late in the evening and he didn’t really have any plans to find D in the dark so why not? At least he might get a laugh out of it and the boy seemed like a nice sort of kid. Kind of like an older Chris really.

That last thought was what decided him.

“Ok why not.”

The boy grinned and turned around to lead him inside.

As soon as Leon walked through the gateway he felt a shiver of something overtake him. It was like walking through a cool thin waterfall. The feeling was chilling yet at the same time very refreshing.

Leon let himself unconsciously smile as he followed the young boy towards the voices that filled the air.

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