Dame (PRINCE SERIES OC ONESHOTS)

WcDonalds

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The dazzling lights of the bars and restaurants illuminated the otherwise dark night. For most people, it was a beautiful night. A man staggered around, pressing his hand on his head and muttering something to himself when he bumped into a stranger.

"Watch where you're going!" The stranger yelled but the drunken man ignored him and continued walking. Several people went out of his way, not wanting to be involved with a drunkard, afraid of what he might do. His shirt was stained, his breath reeking of cheap sake as he spent the last remaining money he had on more booze.

Despite the city being bustling with people, no one ever bothered to talk to him. People treated him like a ghost. Doing their best to ignore him. And he didn't mind it.

Massaging his forehead, he headed to a dark alleyway and leaned on a moss covered wall. The shop next to the alleyway was closed so there would be less possibility of anyone chasing him off.

"The stars are pretty." He muttered, looking at the neon lights. There were in fact no stars shining in the dark sky; a direct consequence of light pollution. To the drunken man, that was a sight to be seen. He looked around, grabbing pieces of newspaper and laid down in the dark alleyway.

I don't want to go home.

After all, there's nothing to look forward to. He would only be greeted by a sight of empty beer cans lying around, and instant noodles cup all over the place. Any remaining evidence of anyone else living there was either retrieved by his ex-wife, or he himself had thrown it away in a fit of rage.

"Ha, fuck my life." He muttered as he realized that his pocket was empty. Did somebody stole it? Did he left it somewhere?

He didn't know.

And he didn't mind. Goodluck to whoever picked it because there was only 100 yen and some other coins and receipts. He's just pissed off that his identification card was missing alongside the wallet.

"Excuse me." He lifted his head as someone greeted him with a bit of accent. A pale foreign man with a camera hung on his neck smiled at him, his actions were too carefree. His orange eyes met the person's pink eyes that were akin to rose quartz. His long blond lock was well-kept and tied, unlike his own dark green hair that hadn't been combed for nearly a week. He wore a floral print shirt and a knee length khaki pants.

The foreigner in front of him was giving him the stupidest grin Yoshi had ever saw in someone.

"Where is the Tokyo tower?" The foreigner inquired, holding a map and several brochures while looking at him hopefully. "Ahh, I couldn't wait to see mount Fuji from there! I heard the weather lately is great!"

Yoshi tsked and didn't bother to lift his head to face the foreigner again. "Tokyo." He mumbled, judging the person in front of him for not knowing such a simple thing. Which part of Tokyo from the Tokyo tower does this Blondie didn't understand?

Especially when they're in a whole different prefecture. This idiot got himself lost in Osaka while searching for the Tokyo tower. Tokyo was at least 498 KM from here.

'If you're going to tour in a faraway place alone, the least you could do was check the places you wanted to visit beforehand.'

"Eh, really? You're not joking aren't you?" That person whined, covering his own face with the glossed paper map. The man slumped beside him and kept complaining about how the map "deceived" him. He went on and on and somehow talked about how his dear wife left him with their children; which led him here since he desperately needed this break.