"Une affiche est génial"
"What did she say kamo-chan?", little Asuka asked her classmate. "She's talking in the French language Asuka-san, and im a boy you know.." little Kamokuro said.
"Don't talk to her that way Kamokuro-san", said little Ichigo.
" Now class", said Ms.Haruna, " pick a partner in the class and tell your camarade what you think about them in french, but be nice"
"Asuka-chan, be my partner please", Little Haruki asked. " I'll be your partner Haru-chan", the two eight year olds went to the old willow tree in the playground, a sunny afternoon in Tokyo,Japan with cherry blossom petals floating in the background.
"So what do you think about me Haru-chan?", Haruki blushed, "W-well.., Tu es beau Asuka, très beau..", Haruki told Asuka that she was very beautiful. "Je être", Asuka said confidently, "W-what do you think about me Asuka-sama?" Haruki asked her hopefully. Asuka was very beautiful even at such a young age, teal eyes, strawberry hair, pink lips and very caring. "Uhm..", She leaned in closer to Haruki and looked at him. She then kissed him. "Asuka!, what you just-", Haruki said surprised not knowing what to do. "I gave you magic Haru-chan, my parents do it all the time", " So were like your parents now?", Haruki asked, "Yes I think" Asuka said smiling. "Do we do it again?" Haruki asked with his dark brown eyes glimmering, " Yes.." Asuka said, but before they could lean in screams started in the classroom and startled the two children. Then an explosion was heard. Asuka froze and stood from the grass and saw smoke coming from the west side of Tokyo. Airplanes where throwing bombs at Tokyo University and many skyscrapers in the general area. The biggest terrorist attack since 911. "Asuka!, Haruki!", Ms.Haruna yelled as she ran to the playground and grabbed the children to run back into the school. Asuka was frightened, she didnt know what was happening, but she felt a tug on her hand, a warm tug. "Haru-" she said turning around under her desk where children where hiding from danger, Haruki leaned into Asuka and gave her magic. She somehow felt better, warm and safe, she liked it. Little did she know was that both her parents where killed in the attack. Alone was her definition. For now though she was enjoying the magic.
