In a world where heroes and villains are constantly at each others throats, seemingly minuscule crimes can often be overlooked.
Yet, if only someone knew what was going on behind those closed doors, if only someone looked just a little closer at th...
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"Go long, Shin!"
A baseball shot into the air, flying past vibrant trees, all painted the most striking shades of orange, brown, and yellow.
Tiny footsteps pounded into the earth, as they raced further and further away from where they were poised in anticipation moments before. Electric blue eyes were pinned onto the ball's quick descent, despite the bright sun desperately trying to divert them.
The small boy positioned himself one last time before leaping into the air, his dirty blonde hair whipping around behind him, as he strained his arm to reach further. Just a little further.
A sharp 'CLAP' resounded around the park and a prickly tingling sensation hit the small boys hand through his baseball mitt.
His feet hit the ground with a dull thump, and he stared wide-eyed into the mitt.
A stained, white, baseball rested in his palm. A smile shot across his face, spreading from ear to ear. He quickly looked up and bolted for the white haired girl in front of him.
"Did you see that Aya?! I caught it! I caught the ball!!"
The white haired girl's golden eyes widened with mutual excitement as she jogged towards him, cheering him on.
"HAHA, way to go Shin! I knew you could do it!"
He jumped into her outstretched arms and she swung him up onto her shoulders. "I told you all of that practice would pay off!" She exclaimed.
Ayaka's smile was blinding in the best way. Her long, pristine, white hair was flowing in the breeze, giving an angelic aura to her. The shiny, white, feathered wings sprouting from her back only added to the whole getup.
They laughed a bit more, as the sun began to melt over the tree tops and the sky faded into a deep purple. Aya, still carrying Shin on her shoulders, decided it was time to head home.
They strolled down the sidewalk, taking in the gorgeous scenery around them. Crunchy autumn leaves covered the ground, creating a vast sea of oranges and yellows. The last birds of the day fluttered around them, settling down with the passing of the sun. Shinjiro hummed a tune above her and fidgeted with the roughed up baseball in his hands.
They continued their stroll until Shin gasped, causing Aya to stop abruptly.
"What is it?" Aya questioned. Shinjiro pointed ahead of them to a pastel purple ice cream truck making its final rounds through the neighborhood.
"Can we get Ice Cream?" Shin pleaded enthusiastically. Aya silently pulled out her wallet and counted the money.
Two dollars. Her face fell momentarily as she debated what the best decision would be. However, deciding that she couldn't disappoint him, she continued onward to the ice cream truck and began to order.
