What am I doing?
Shiori looked down at the bundle in his hands, hurrying away from the academy into town. He ducked through the crowd,his slender nature allowing him to pass easily though. He was trying to appear inconspicuous, but simply becoming more obvious by his effort.
Eventually, he began to relax, moving away from the academy. As he moved into the village, his gaze kept getting pulled upward. He would go there.
With a destination in mind, his thoughts returned to his actions. A timid smile quivered on his face. He was once a quiet boy, head down, always listening to authority. His time in the academy, with his new friends, was changing him. His boisterous pals were drawing a wild streak from the timid little student, culminating in the action he had just committed.
It had been so easy to sneak it out. No one ever really watched over it. What harm would it do to bring out for a bit? No one would mind. That was Shiori’s justification anyway, as he clambered upwards. He still held the package close, as if it were a delicate, fragile thing.
As he reached his destination, a wind picked up, plucking at Shiori’s shaggy mane of hair. People were staring at the view from atop the Hokage rock, some eating at benches, others sat on blankets, or played games. Shiori sat on the grass, not minding about a grass stain adding to the panoply of other stains and scuffs on his once fine clothing. He pulled a small piece of bread from his pocket, a small loaf he had made in the morning at the restaurant, leaving the rest to an impressed kitchen. He was pleased with the batch, the access to proper kitchen equipment letting his skills shine forth. Finished with the bread, he rubbed any crumbs from his fingers, and unwrapped the package.
It revealed an odd instrument, box-shaped with a crank at one end, and keys at the ‘neck’ of the other. It had been fascinating him since he first found it in the music room, and he had often shuffled off to attempt to play it.
He had wanted to give it a go out here, see if the open air would make his stuttering, buzzing attempts sound better. He began to turn the crank, the low drone emanating from the instrument turning a few heads. Once he had his rhythm, he began manipulating the keys, buzzing notes sawing across the picnic area.
If Shiori had been here, trying to enjoy his day, he would likely not approve of a lone child blaring an instrument out, and not well. But he didn’t think of that, he focussed on the instrument, his slender fingers clumsily moving over the keys.
Shiori looked down at the bundle in his hands, hurrying away from the academy into town. He ducked through the crowd,his slender nature allowing him to pass easily though. He was trying to appear inconspicuous, but simply becoming more obvious by his effort.
Eventually, he began to relax, moving away from the academy. As he moved into the village, his gaze kept getting pulled upward. He would go there.
With a destination in mind, his thoughts returned to his actions. A timid smile quivered on his face. He was once a quiet boy, head down, always listening to authority. His time in the academy, with his new friends, was changing him. His boisterous pals were drawing a wild streak from the timid little student, culminating in the action he had just committed.
It had been so easy to sneak it out. No one ever really watched over it. What harm would it do to bring out for a bit? No one would mind. That was Shiori’s justification anyway, as he clambered upwards. He still held the package close, as if it were a delicate, fragile thing.
As he reached his destination, a wind picked up, plucking at Shiori’s shaggy mane of hair. People were staring at the view from atop the Hokage rock, some eating at benches, others sat on blankets, or played games. Shiori sat on the grass, not minding about a grass stain adding to the panoply of other stains and scuffs on his once fine clothing. He pulled a small piece of bread from his pocket, a small loaf he had made in the morning at the restaurant, leaving the rest to an impressed kitchen. He was pleased with the batch, the access to proper kitchen equipment letting his skills shine forth. Finished with the bread, he rubbed any crumbs from his fingers, and unwrapped the package.
It revealed an odd instrument, box-shaped with a crank at one end, and keys at the ‘neck’ of the other. It had been fascinating him since he first found it in the music room, and he had often shuffled off to attempt to play it.
He had wanted to give it a go out here, see if the open air would make his stuttering, buzzing attempts sound better. He began to turn the crank, the low drone emanating from the instrument turning a few heads. Once he had his rhythm, he began manipulating the keys, buzzing notes sawing across the picnic area.
If Shiori had been here, trying to enjoy his day, he would likely not approve of a lone child blaring an instrument out, and not well. But he didn’t think of that, he focussed on the instrument, his slender fingers clumsily moving over the keys.