The sun hung high above the ocean side town. Fishermen happily crated their catch, bakers happilly baked and mother's happily played with their children in the early morning hours. The beautiful blue sky made the day especially picture-esque. A small boat rolled into the port as small gentle waves slapped against the bow. the young fisherman looked out to the town. a bright smile dawned on his face. he turned his head and his attention to the large net that hung off his boat. like the opening to a historic fiction musical he hauled his net over his shoulder with a very chip tune and happy hum. Soon a dreadful aura loomed over the town. the jingle of Akira's spurs filled the town with an uneasy mettalic chime. *Clink, Clink, Clink* It came in waves of threes. before suddenly without warning it stopped. Akira took a deep breath in and sighed.
"Never liked the Ocean!" He said with a dry and serious tone. "C'mon lad were just looking for the inn" Akira said looking over his shoulder at the wild eyed man behind him. Everyone in the town gazed at Akira like some kind of monster. Mothers silently pulled their children from Akira's path. Akira scoffed turning his nose away. Ryan struggled to keep up with Akira. like there was just an infinite amount of distance between the two. Ryan suddenly darted forward and gripped Akira's poncho.
"Hey! why the hell are we here in such a picture-esque fucking town?"
"One of my friend's was from a small sea side town, Nothing more and nothing less I simply wanted to see how she lived" Akira swatted Ryan's hand away with a shrug from his broad shoulder. "I didn't tell you to come with me you just decided to come on your own!" Akira shot a deadly glare at Ryan. "If you don't like the way I live Leave, but no oh no you won't because you're still gonna hold out hope for the day I fight you again, I don't know why you're so excited to die!!?" Akira pushed Ryan away, a tangible aura of rage flared around Akira. His eyes glared bright orange as the rage of hell itself swelled in his body. Akira shook his head and his rage subsided. "Not worth it, you won't listen to me" Akira rolled his eyes and walked on.
"Oi, Hold up!!?" Ryan called out.
"Or else what you going to strike me with a sword, maybe stop time, poison me maybe?" Akira continued marching on looking for an inn. "Get real kid you can't kill me, never will be able to"
"You don't know that!"
"Who knows, I sure don't and You sure don't so there, now shut your ass up and lets go!!" Akira grumbled and continued moving. Akira stopped a person, a fisherman. A young dark haired fisherman who had just came ashore.
"Hey buddy do you have a clue where me and my uh 'friend' Here are?, what Town is this?"
The fisherman a younger man looking to be around twenty he stopped scratched his chin and pointed with an all too cheery snap of his fingers.
"I see, and where is the hotel?" Akira asked patting the man's shoulder in an uncharacteristic show of happiness. It was like watching a really bad stage play. he obviously wasn't trying to hide his disdain for every single person in the town. Ryan brought his palm to his face and shook his head with a click of his tongue. The young fisherman pointed to a large rustic and old time building on the south side of town.
"Ah thank you my friend!" Akira shook the young fisherman's hand. "What did you say what your name was?"
"What a fine name!" Akira patted the man's shoulder before walking away with a wave and wishing him well. Akira shook his head and mocked the happy nature of the town. "Look at me I'm a happy fisher out to catch shit for my family to eat, Oh no my spine snapped in half, oh now how am I supposed to sing and dance now" He grumbled, "Bunch of asswipes all of them" He looked over his shoulder one more time at Ryan. Without warning Akira collapsed, his mind overwhelmed with memories. Memories of the woman he used to know. Her smile, her tears, her face, her beautiful hair. It flooded his mind at a speed greater than light. His eyes darted around trying to cling to any semblance of coherent thought, but alas twas all in vain. He passed out his mind so overcome with guilt, grief and pain to actually understand how to function. Ryan jumped and screamed, completely caught off guard. He ran to Akira's body and picked him up.
"Aki...Akir...Akira!" a phantom like voice called from within Akira's subconscious. A beautiful pink haired woman held his hand, tears running down her face. "I miss you!" She spoke. her voice was like the soothing sound of the ocean. in a split second Akira or at least the him in his mind embraced the woman.
"I know, I know my love!" He tightened his grip around her and sobbed. "I'll come home soon" Akira shot awake. Looking around he panted loudly as he tried and failed to gather his bearings.
"You're not some random drifter are you?"
"What makes you think that?"
"Well one, your appearance, two the fact you just randomly went unconscious for no reasons"
"I could have been dehydrated"
"No, You spoke the name Jessica several times while you where out"
"So you heard?" Akira sighed he sat up bringing his knees to his chest. "To make a long story short, I loved her, I adored her, she was my world, my Raison D'etre"
"I see, I'm sorry"
"Don't be kid, its not your fault, My hands are stained with her blood" Akira forced himself to lie down. He turned over. "I killed my wife and I hate my life" Akira sniffled as angry tears ran down his face staining the Inn's soft white pillow.
"You...killed your wife?" Ryan pressed.
"its a long story it happened during the war in France"
"What happened if you don't mind me asking"
"No!" Akira shot down the suggestion and raised his hand with a very immature symbol raised.
"ok than, well why don't you take me back, how'd you to meet?"
"Buckle in kiddo, you're in for a long, long ride"
To Be Continued....