HANDS OF TIME | rantaro kiyama

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 - ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ sᴛᴏʀᴇ .༄

DECEMBER 13, 2012
3:08 PM
Windy & Chill with no chance of snow

    

'IM HERE.' they thought to themselves

The black trench coat that the individual adored laid stiffly over their shoulders. It blocked out most of the cold from the harsh winter winds. Their fur-laced boots treaded on the snow-covered pavement.

       On a weekend, Y/N usually would never have 'going out' as one of their top 10's.  However, this isn't a usual day and that wasn't your usual email and even if this is fake, then Y/N would just be buying usual lollipops and wasting their money on sugary cavity-causers—as usual of course.

       'Winter sucks, no one likes it—especially me.' They repeated in their mind over and over again. The sidewalks weren't bustling with people, which means that most people had common sense to some degree.  There is no reason to come out after a baby blizzard, unless it is live-threatening or urgent.

       Both of their hands were stuffed into the side pockets as they made their way into the local candy store.

'A little late, but I'm here.' Y/N looked around at their surroundings.

It look modern and cutesie, a fake human-sized candy bar sitting by the white entrance. The windows had sprinkle printed patterns and were split down the middle and tied to their side.  From wall to wall were countless off-white milky shelves lined up next to each other.  Labels are stuck on top of each section.  Directly in front were where the cashier of the small store stood and behind a slanted glass display of what they estimated as special featured candies of some sort.

'Okay...so it's a bi—'

       Y/N's body was then shoved to the side.

A frustration instantly rose inside their chest.  Their eyes instantaneously darted towards the culprit.  It was a consumer in a brown trench coat headed for the door.

      Y/N didn't say anything mean—physically—( but they was cursing the hell out of that buyer and mentally messing with them in a fiery in their head—and it was definitely not pretty )—and the comsumer didn't either, leaving the store and the glass door swinging behind them with five full plastic bags in hand.

  'People...so, where is this Rantaro dude?' Y/N grumbled to themselves.  It was too early for human interaction and that just ruined the mood for the rest of the day. 'They told me to be here, and I'm here—'

"Hmmmmmmmmm..."

Their ears perked up, snapping their head up from the red carpeted ground.

There was a blond male, bent over with an arm on his hip as the other was grabbing his chin—being unusually loud and irritating—as he squinted his eyes at the selection of multicolor rainbow-like lollipops lined on the left shelves.

'Oh. There he is—I told myself that I should've stayed in bed.' they scoffed, sauntering up to the teen distracted by the thousands of flavors.

The male matched the description listed to them in the email—lollipop color and all.

'How does "Future Me" know all of this clear as day anyways?' Y/N thought to themself, fingers rubbing together in thought as they smacked their lips. 'Even if it is a stalker, there's no way that they can predict this with 100% accuracy.'