Post by aito on Aug 28, 2012 18:11:06 GMT -6
Date: May 18th, 2003, Sunday
Time: 3:47 (PM)
Aito didn't often find himself in green places often. The couch? Sure. The Gym? Of course. Somewhere finding himself? Okay... that works. But the park? Aito could only vaguely remember the place. Sure, he had been there a myriad of times before. Before the divorce happened, Aito often drug Ami to the the green field of wonder, not only to escape the conflicts at home for a while, but simply to enjoy it. Aito had actually loved the park once upon a time, it's many tufts of grass and simple features like swings. Ami took to sketching a tree or something, and he would run around like an idiot until he exhausted himself. So I could fall asleep at home and not wake up to them... again. Turns out he had some smarts left in his brain after all.
Of course, after the divorce happened, Aito had disowned this place as a wonderland of good emotions. He had been using it to escape something so inescapable. Several futile attempts in his young childhood had led for a bit of contempt for the place. Then again, it could've been because his mother often took him there when he was younger as well. When she was gone, Aito definitely avoided that place like the plague, or like how parents who's child had committed suicide might not go in the bedroom, or a kid, who's best friend moved away, might not play the same things he used to. Was it a harsh way to mature? Or did he really mature at all? All of the questions were still unanswered, even after all of this time. Sure, physically he had matured from a gawky 12 year old to a gawky 16 year old, but mentally... didn't he still view it from the eyes of a child?
So the reasons for him to be at such a place, even after four years, were thinly-veiled and quite frankly few and far between. Was it to reminisce about his younger years? Not really. As the long legs of a brown-eyed boy scraped against the swing rut below him, a sigh drifted out of parted lips. Days like this very one came, entirely too often in Aito's opinion. He figured it happened to everyone though. Days where you kind of think everything sucks, but still you keep thinking of everything that went wrong. Even when happy thoughts came, Aito somehow managed to twist them negatively. A self-expanding hole of pity. At the end of it all, Aito still hated that he wasted so much time thinking about things that weren't supposed to matter anymore.
Aito chose to believe that he had simply wandered into the park of his own free will. I probably came here anyway. That's what I get for leaving the house without a clear destination in mind. giving a sad smile, the tall boy stood up and paced away from the swing, hands laying upon long arms folded like a pretzel. Sure the past had been a bag of sour plums, but that didn't give him the right to be the sourest one; especially out and about. Someone might need some cheering up or something, and it would be a wasted opportunity not to try and brighten someone's day. No normal, non-sadistic person liked to see other people sad. Besides, as far as the whole divorce thing went, he didn't have it bad at all. Sure, it had been nasty going through it, but he turned out okay. Ami turned out phenomenal (though she desperately needed a better social life.)
Walking around the playground, some kids ran about, just like he had done so many years ago. Aito found a simple joy in this, and started to recount the many good things he had. Aito still had Ami, friends, food, so many things. Why did he have to be sad sometimes? Wasn't that just a ridiculous notion? Feeling a bit more uplifted, Aito, dressed entirely like a 'big kid' should, found his way to the old metal slide. A memory flashed of two kids, a boy and girl, flying down that slide. Ami's hair had been blowing in his face, but they both screamed from the joy. "We haven't really changed, have we?"
With that, Aito climbed the slide.
"HEY MUNCHKINS!" Aito yelled out from the top of that slide, his voice catching the attention of some of the younger park-goers. Especially the ones with goofy smiles and laughing eyes. Bowing, Aito took his position at the top of the slide, cool metal hitting the parts of his leg exposed by his shorts. Letting himself grin more, Aito flailed his arms above him quite rapidly, before calling out once more to the kids. " I bet I can go down the slide the fastest!"
Much to the second year's delight, a small girl with a short tuft of brown hair yelled a nuh-uh at him and climbed the matching slide next to him. "I'm the fastest-est slider! I'll race ya!" The girl hunched over, determination to beat a 'big kid' scrunching up her face in deep concentration. Giving a little laugh, the younger Katayanagi counted off and down they went, gliding over the metal. Even though Aito weighed significantly more than a young girl, he held back a bit at the beginning to give her a head start. By the time he stopped laughing enough to scoot off of the slide and stand up, the girl was pulling at his leg.
"See! I tolded you!" Aito nodded, feeling 100% better than his depressed self earlier. It was amazing how the presence of kids could change someone. Even thugs (not all of them, but some) shaped up around kids. After ruffling the girl's hair, Aito turned on his heel to go find some monkey bars to hang off of, though he was too tall for the ones he remembered. But instead of finding monkey bars, a sight of blonde hair crossed his field of vision. A slight chuckle escaped his mouth, and before the younger Katayanagi knew it, a hand (most likely his own) was waving towards the blonde one.
After all, you had to acknowledge the she-demon of 2-D.
Time: 3:47 (PM)
Aito didn't often find himself in green places often. The couch? Sure. The Gym? Of course. Somewhere finding himself? Okay... that works. But the park? Aito could only vaguely remember the place. Sure, he had been there a myriad of times before. Before the divorce happened, Aito often drug Ami to the the green field of wonder, not only to escape the conflicts at home for a while, but simply to enjoy it. Aito had actually loved the park once upon a time, it's many tufts of grass and simple features like swings. Ami took to sketching a tree or something, and he would run around like an idiot until he exhausted himself. So I could fall asleep at home and not wake up to them... again. Turns out he had some smarts left in his brain after all.
Of course, after the divorce happened, Aito had disowned this place as a wonderland of good emotions. He had been using it to escape something so inescapable. Several futile attempts in his young childhood had led for a bit of contempt for the place. Then again, it could've been because his mother often took him there when he was younger as well. When she was gone, Aito definitely avoided that place like the plague, or like how parents who's child had committed suicide might not go in the bedroom, or a kid, who's best friend moved away, might not play the same things he used to. Was it a harsh way to mature? Or did he really mature at all? All of the questions were still unanswered, even after all of this time. Sure, physically he had matured from a gawky 12 year old to a gawky 16 year old, but mentally... didn't he still view it from the eyes of a child?
So the reasons for him to be at such a place, even after four years, were thinly-veiled and quite frankly few and far between. Was it to reminisce about his younger years? Not really. As the long legs of a brown-eyed boy scraped against the swing rut below him, a sigh drifted out of parted lips. Days like this very one came, entirely too often in Aito's opinion. He figured it happened to everyone though. Days where you kind of think everything sucks, but still you keep thinking of everything that went wrong. Even when happy thoughts came, Aito somehow managed to twist them negatively. A self-expanding hole of pity. At the end of it all, Aito still hated that he wasted so much time thinking about things that weren't supposed to matter anymore.
Aito chose to believe that he had simply wandered into the park of his own free will. I probably came here anyway. That's what I get for leaving the house without a clear destination in mind. giving a sad smile, the tall boy stood up and paced away from the swing, hands laying upon long arms folded like a pretzel. Sure the past had been a bag of sour plums, but that didn't give him the right to be the sourest one; especially out and about. Someone might need some cheering up or something, and it would be a wasted opportunity not to try and brighten someone's day. No normal, non-sadistic person liked to see other people sad. Besides, as far as the whole divorce thing went, he didn't have it bad at all. Sure, it had been nasty going through it, but he turned out okay. Ami turned out phenomenal (though she desperately needed a better social life.)
Walking around the playground, some kids ran about, just like he had done so many years ago. Aito found a simple joy in this, and started to recount the many good things he had. Aito still had Ami, friends, food, so many things. Why did he have to be sad sometimes? Wasn't that just a ridiculous notion? Feeling a bit more uplifted, Aito, dressed entirely like a 'big kid' should, found his way to the old metal slide. A memory flashed of two kids, a boy and girl, flying down that slide. Ami's hair had been blowing in his face, but they both screamed from the joy. "We haven't really changed, have we?"
With that, Aito climbed the slide.
"HEY MUNCHKINS!" Aito yelled out from the top of that slide, his voice catching the attention of some of the younger park-goers. Especially the ones with goofy smiles and laughing eyes. Bowing, Aito took his position at the top of the slide, cool metal hitting the parts of his leg exposed by his shorts. Letting himself grin more, Aito flailed his arms above him quite rapidly, before calling out once more to the kids. " I bet I can go down the slide the fastest!"
Much to the second year's delight, a small girl with a short tuft of brown hair yelled a nuh-uh at him and climbed the matching slide next to him. "I'm the fastest-est slider! I'll race ya!" The girl hunched over, determination to beat a 'big kid' scrunching up her face in deep concentration. Giving a little laugh, the younger Katayanagi counted off and down they went, gliding over the metal. Even though Aito weighed significantly more than a young girl, he held back a bit at the beginning to give her a head start. By the time he stopped laughing enough to scoot off of the slide and stand up, the girl was pulling at his leg.
"See! I tolded you!" Aito nodded, feeling 100% better than his depressed self earlier. It was amazing how the presence of kids could change someone. Even thugs (not all of them, but some) shaped up around kids. After ruffling the girl's hair, Aito turned on his heel to go find some monkey bars to hang off of, though he was too tall for the ones he remembered. But instead of finding monkey bars, a sight of blonde hair crossed his field of vision. A slight chuckle escaped his mouth, and before the younger Katayanagi knew it, a hand (most likely his own) was waving towards the blonde one.
After all, you had to acknowledge the she-demon of 2-D.