Post by Kiku Honda on May 15, 2011 11:07:50 GMT
It was late sunset as a small black haired man made his way through the wet market of the lowlands. The small man, a few plastic bags in hand, hummed a bit as he stopped by a shop selling some good looking radish. Since it was getting late there weren't that many people around. The shop owners were packing the products they were sure they couldn't sell until tomorrow. Some children playing around the corner. The occasional housewife doing some last minute shopping because she ran out of ingredients to make dinner.
Kiku, however, one could classify him as the occasional housewife doing some last minute shopping because she ran out of ingredients to make dinner. Kiku's mother was out of town for a few weeks and Kiku was to be living alone for a while. The first night living alone, however, presented a problem. There was no food at home. Kiku wasn't necessarily fond of take-out fast food and he always enjoyed the opportunity to cook; so he set out to buy some ingredients. When he arrived at the grocery stores in the West, however, they were all either closed or didn't have what Kiku needed. Still, Kiku is a determined man. And since he had this mini-mission of learning more about the lowlands he got on the next tram down to the Shops.
Kiku was simply delighted to see almost all of the shops were still open at this time. The produce being sold was fresh. The quality wasn't that far off from what you could buy back in the highlands. It was cheaper too. Kiku wondered if he should do his shopping here from now on.
After paying for the radish Kiku checked his groceries list and found he was quite done. He'd even got a bit carried away and bought more than he intended. Kiku put a free hand in his pocket and fished out the rest of his money. After a quick glance he figured it should be enough to cover the fare to get back to the Highlands. The orange red horizon was retreating and night was falling; so, with bags in hand, Kiku started for the station.
After a few minutes of walking the sun had set and night settled in. The street lights were lit soon after the sun had completely set. As Kiku was nearing the station he saw, a few meters a head, a dead street lamp. One dead lamp along the street looked a bit ominous. A small chill went up Kiku's spine. He'd been attacked before so he couldn't let his guard down here.
As Kiku walked under the dead lamp it suddenly snapped on. Kiku immediately felt dizzy and crumpled to his knees, letting the bags hit the floor letting loose a sharp crack. Most likely from the eggs that were in the bag. Kiku's head started throbbing with pain. He put his hand on his head and groaned. He then blacked out completely.
Kiku found himself witnessing a strange vision. Hundreds of quick passing images going by him. Images of huge ships. Thousands of soldiers. The word ultimatum flashed by as well. And himself, standing above a battlefield. A wreckage of ships. A white flag with a red circle in the middle was raised above the battlefield. A symbol of victory, the vision told him. Kiku felt him lose himself yet again and blacked out once more.
He opened his eyes and looked around. He was standing on the street, plastic bags still in hand. He blinked, still unable to piece his thoughts together. He looked up. He was under the dead street lamp which was still dead. He felt sick. He shook his head and ran to the tram station. He'd work this out later. No, it was more like he didn't want to work this out.
Later that evening, as Kiku was about to cook, he discovered all his eggs were broken.
(( So I'm sure the vision was pretty unclear. xD That was basically Japan's participation during World War I and his success in the Pacific theatre of the war. ))
Kiku, however, one could classify him as the occasional housewife doing some last minute shopping because she ran out of ingredients to make dinner. Kiku's mother was out of town for a few weeks and Kiku was to be living alone for a while. The first night living alone, however, presented a problem. There was no food at home. Kiku wasn't necessarily fond of take-out fast food and he always enjoyed the opportunity to cook; so he set out to buy some ingredients. When he arrived at the grocery stores in the West, however, they were all either closed or didn't have what Kiku needed. Still, Kiku is a determined man. And since he had this mini-mission of learning more about the lowlands he got on the next tram down to the Shops.
Kiku was simply delighted to see almost all of the shops were still open at this time. The produce being sold was fresh. The quality wasn't that far off from what you could buy back in the highlands. It was cheaper too. Kiku wondered if he should do his shopping here from now on.
After paying for the radish Kiku checked his groceries list and found he was quite done. He'd even got a bit carried away and bought more than he intended. Kiku put a free hand in his pocket and fished out the rest of his money. After a quick glance he figured it should be enough to cover the fare to get back to the Highlands. The orange red horizon was retreating and night was falling; so, with bags in hand, Kiku started for the station.
After a few minutes of walking the sun had set and night settled in. The street lights were lit soon after the sun had completely set. As Kiku was nearing the station he saw, a few meters a head, a dead street lamp. One dead lamp along the street looked a bit ominous. A small chill went up Kiku's spine. He'd been attacked before so he couldn't let his guard down here.
As Kiku walked under the dead lamp it suddenly snapped on. Kiku immediately felt dizzy and crumpled to his knees, letting the bags hit the floor letting loose a sharp crack. Most likely from the eggs that were in the bag. Kiku's head started throbbing with pain. He put his hand on his head and groaned. He then blacked out completely.
Kiku found himself witnessing a strange vision. Hundreds of quick passing images going by him. Images of huge ships. Thousands of soldiers. The word ultimatum flashed by as well. And himself, standing above a battlefield. A wreckage of ships. A white flag with a red circle in the middle was raised above the battlefield. A symbol of victory, the vision told him. Kiku felt him lose himself yet again and blacked out once more.
He opened his eyes and looked around. He was standing on the street, plastic bags still in hand. He blinked, still unable to piece his thoughts together. He looked up. He was under the dead street lamp which was still dead. He felt sick. He shook his head and ran to the tram station. He'd work this out later. No, it was more like he didn't want to work this out.
Later that evening, as Kiku was about to cook, he discovered all his eggs were broken.
(( So I'm sure the vision was pretty unclear. xD That was basically Japan's participation during World War I and his success in the Pacific theatre of the war. ))