Thrills Me [Taesana]English Ver.

7

Some children wearing masks and even kimonos, were running around on the steps. V observed some of them playing firecrackers on the ground, some of them enjoying sausages and takoyaki. Some teenagers who were walking past the children, were seen chatting while fanning themselves with hand fans. Some are standing under lanterns enjoying the view of fireworks in the sky.

"Itai!"

"Daijoubo?"

V glanced at the clogs on Sana's feet, already untied. Sana grumbled and sat on a rock. She rubbed her left leg, it was red.

"You go back first, V-kun. I want to go to the shoe store first."

"But"

"Didn't I say? Don't treat me like a child? I'm grown up V-kun! Hurry up! Go back! If you go wrong, come back and make me some green tea!"

V agreed and let Sana go to the festival site earlier. I wish in my heart that the shoe stalls were still open considering earlier, when they were walking all the stalls had started to close their curtains.

"Sakamoto-san, have you heard? Yesterday Yoshiro-san's daughter was kidnapped. It's even more unfortunate that Yoshiro-san's daughter was raped by an old man. You know right? Our housing is really famous for underwear theft?"

"Kowai"

"Haihhh..."

Sana sighed, heartbroken when the shoe stall was no longer visible. She was also too hopeful. It wasn't a joke V told Sana to put on her shoes. But Sana refused. Didn't want to trouble V. And she managed to tell V. Wanted to buy new clogs, in conjunction with the new year.

"Baka!"

Sana cursed, immediately walked back down the row of board shops whose lights had been closed. Jalan Sana is slow, she doesn't wear shoes. That's why she can only hope that she doesn't meet the financier here. Japan is famous for its perverts, since there are various magazines and porn videos sold at the stalls and find a place in the hearts of the moneylenders.

A few minutes, Sana's steps stopped. Sana swallowed and she could feel her heart pounding. It's not right anymore. Someone followed her from behind.

"Kirei."

Sana's hair bristled as she caught the old man's heavy voice behind her, aware that the back of her neck was exposed. Sana turned and watched the old man who was wiping his saliva. Those eyes stared at her like a predator. Maybe wearing a kimono is something wrong for her.