Lightning Skateway: A ShinDenki AU Story

Staring Back At the Bolt

                                                              Hitoshi's POV 

          After I dropped out of high-school I ended up moving in with these two guys who own their own tattoo and piercing shop called 'Inked Out Bullets', which brings me to now, hanging out with them at this skate park that I practically live at called 'Broken Skateway', practicing my ollie north. We always end up hanging here when we aren't working because a few days later after I moved in, I started helping out at the parlor and became the designated 'counter boy' as they call me. I don't particularly like the name but I'm used to it and can tolerate them calling me that. Most of the time.

          It's been about a year now after the whole drop-out from high school, and I can almost guarantee that I have never been this good a skateboarding because really there is nothing I do other than work at the shop during the day and every now and then, we do nights, and skateboard when those occasions are non existent. Tonight though, was a Friday night and that meant that it would be more crowded than usual with high school students finally released from the learning prison. With so many people here it was exciting me as I felt the vibrations of all sorts of heavy metal rock music blaring from all different directions and the sound of wheels from skateboards and roller blades, almost covered up from the noise people were making with their mouths, chattering, laughing, and sometimes yelling while in a fight, though fights rarely happen here. It was my real home unlike the shops upstairs apartment, I felt more relaxed, and blended in with the loud crowd. 

          There were places where you could just dance if that's what you came for, or the bowls and ramps that you could skate on, and you could get a drink from anywhere and everywhere. The shop I work at sells alcohol and smokes as well as the main piercings and tattoos that it already advertises. After working only a few months there, I had gotten a total of 15 piercings, and one tattoo. Eight of the piercings were through my right ear and Five on my left while I had a septum and a hoop lip piercing. The one tattoo I have was given by a stranger unlike my two co-workers who had been the ones to give me the piercings. His name was Dabi and he had nasty scars that went from his mouth and down his chest, two bag-like scars under his eyes, and scars that circled his wrists up to his elbows on both arms. Tattoos seemed to half cover the scars as if they were there to enhance the way the unfortunate marks on his body looked. He had asked if he could give me one and I, like the dumb-ass that I had been a few months ago, had said 'sure' and led him back to the shop for him to start working on it. I had told him that he could do whatever he wanted and wherever he wanted it, so he picked my collarbone, which I later completely regretted as it hurt like hell and apparently was one of the more sensitive parts to get tattoos on -this I learned from my roommate Tetsutetsu- but the turnout was way too cool. It was a black outline of a hand about as big as mine with a completely black eye with only the pupil holding color. The pupil was filled with intricate blue flames. He ended up leaving right after wiping away any excess ink one more time and telling me how to take care of it. 

          It was around 8:30 something when I had finally gotten to master the ollie north I had been practicing for the past week or so. Though MY ollie north consists of riding down a rail and at the very end leveling out my footing as I flip up my board and lift my feet completely off it only to press my right foot at the front, back down and land, thankfully, without falling and staying on balance. I called Shoji, my other co-worker/friend over to show him and right as I am in mid-jump, my eyes connect to what are probably the most electrifying eyes I have ever been a witness to, as they seemed so enticing that I almost forgot that I was in the air so I brought my skateboard and I back down to the ground and looked back smirking because the boy was wearing a hot pink crop-top with black suspenders and black skinny jeans, and he was still staring at me with his mouth slightly open. Right at that moment all I could think was, 'Damn',cause you usually never see a cute bitch around these parts as much.