Truly Bootyful ((Truly Beautiful x Bootyful Love))

Truly Bootyful

Your POV:

The streets in Midorijima would be welcome after this trip. I don't hate the serenity of such a chilled out port town, but it seems like a whole new world! Over here, people refrain from using any of the advanced technology that is normal in Midorjima. This town has elements of familiarity to it though, just a few minutes ago, I saw a blue haired girl! She didn't really remind me of Aoba at all, but at least you can find obscure hair colours wherever you go!

Koujaku has hold of my hand as we wander around, this isn't really a tourist destination. Aimless walking has worn us out. The stupid boat had to run out of gas by one of the most boring towns in the mainland! We stop at a random café and sit at one of the outside tables so Koujaku can smoke.

As I sip my lemonade, I noticed that he's just kind of sitting there, smiling off into the distance, trying to act blase about the short skirts adorned by every girl in sight. They've all seemed to notice his wandering glance and opted to leave this small side street. He seems confused, as back home girls would throw themselves at him. But he doesn't look away. I make a fist, about to draw his attention away when a trickle of blood forms at his nose. He had got a nosebleed, as the remaining girls fled! At that moment, I had realised that there was indeed a God. And he was good.

The girls who are distant are being blocked from the view of Koujaku by their protective companions, including the girl with blue hair like Aoba. The guy stood between him and the blue girl is huge! I can't see his face, maybe he's her dad...? Oh my god! He's just turned around! Oh my GOD! That face! He's young! He's really young! Like teenager young, eighteen or so. The girl is probably of a similar age.

"(Y/N) are you alright?" I am asked.

Oh god! The ridiculously built boy is coming over, the blue girl is holding his hand. Koujaku has stopped looking at the girl and has wiped his nose. What are they? Who are they to each other?

"Hi, are you guys lost?" The girl asks, violet eyes shining brightly, uncaring that Koujaku has stared at her.

"I wouldn't say that we're lost, simply bored, this isn't the sort of area for adolescents." Koujaku muses, taking a drag on his cigarette.

"Port towns aren't for everybody." I amend his statement in order to avoid offending the teenagers that are clearly comfortable in this town.

"Where are you from? Tokyo?" The guy asks. Koujaku smirks.

"What makes you think we're from the city?" He asks the younger guy. Scary how he really isn't intimidated by Koujaku. Something here must be scarier than Koujaku's absurd appearance. Everybody dresses normally here, how bland! I haven't seen a single guy or girl with swirly tattoos or belts as neckwear! Where's the individuality?

"Your clothes scream loud area. My brother's clothes were bright when he came home from university in Tokyo." The girl pipes up.

"I wasn't so bad though." The guy laughs.

"You never went out! Haru told me that!" The girl laughs before facing us again. "I'm Ryugazaki Aoi."

"Hi, I'm (Y/N)." I shake the girl's hand. She looks younger than the guy she's with, but that may just be her wide and bright cherubic eyes. "That's Koujaku."

"Tachibana Makoto." The guy smiles sweetly.

"A girl with a unisex name and a boy with a girl's name! How unfortunate!" Koujaku starts to laugh heartily, that is until another male comes our way.

He too has startling blue hair and similar traits to this Aoi girl. His clothes are loud, insanely so, almost Midorjima loud. Almost. His collar is up and he's wearing an unbuttoned silver and purple tribal dragon shirt. Underneath the open shirt is a dark grey top. A tight one. The guy drapes his arm around the blue girl. They look related but from the way she's trying to wriggle out of his hold, you can tell that they clearly have a disturbed relationship.