I'm not too sure about this ((Hikari//EVENT)) Jan 25, 2011 16:26:56 GMT -5
Post by kyomi on Jan 25, 2011 16:26:56 GMT -5
From the time she readied herself with kimono robes and make up, to the time she was driven to Tokyo Dome City for the Winter Festival, she had been in a state of negativity. Winter Festival; Kyo cringed at the word ‘Festival’. To her, they were just like parties—people, food, decorations, music, people, excitement and more people. She wasn’t one for large crowds. She tried to explain that to her brother, but somehow he ended up not listening to her and took a slightly masculine-looking female and placed her in white kimono with a Heaven/Sky-like scene; the robes were handed down to her by her late mother. Surprising how they looked and felt on her petite body, since her mother was fairly small as well. There was nothing extraordinary that she and her brother could do with her hair, so she was given small clips to put in and complete the outfit.
She stood, letting her brown orbs follow every single moving object. A wave of nervousness crashed down on her. Kyo had never been to these kinds of things, so she didn’t know what kind of people this Festival attracted. For all she knew, murderers, bank robbers, and even gang members could be walking around in sheep’s clothing—or rather, their best kimonos or clothes to mix in with this enthusiastic crowd. Maybe she was just being paranoid from recovering fake memories that she fabricated from her own written works, which all focused on a world, a city, a town or even a village torn apart by violence and crime. She didn’t live in that kind of world, so there was no reason for her to be so paranoid.
The man behind her gave her petite frame a nudge. “Stop standing there like an idiot, Kyōmi.” The man scowled.
Kyōmi gave him a nod and began to venture down Tokyo Dome City, followed by a towering man who sported the same short, dark hair. His eyes weren’t as round as Kyōmi’s, but they were just as brown as her own, perhaps even darker than hers. His presence made her shiver, although the two of them shared the same blood from the same set of parents. It was probably because she was so much shorter than he was; Kyo could guess he was over six feet but that was her exaggerating since she was stuck at five feet and only five feet. Her brother joked that she was going to remain that height until she grew wrinkles and gray hairs. She shook her head, trying to force the possibility of becoming a short old woman out of her mind.
She focused on the decorated booths surrounding her, somewhat amazed by it all.