\Everybody's Rocking/Everybody's Fruggin/

(i miss push pops.)

Jun'ichi had smelled always and forever like seasalt caramel washed away by the rain.

Could forever be just a few days? Lots of excited sparks of feelings had been unraveling in his woolen fleece heart, unstopping. It was something to cherish, something he actual owned. A Jun'ichi.

A friend.

A best friend? Well..they weren't equals, that's for sure. There was a cautious caring hand on his shoulder, chilled to the touch that had never seen a day's worth of hard labor, but lead him along briskly.

A hand over his shoulder that Takwani would never be able to return, because it said " You are fragile. " " Yellowed pages of an unfinished book. " " I will keep the rain from boring more holes into you. " This, was nothing like Jun'ichi.

However, though the boasting of sharing the same broad skills would bring a temporary warmth to him, but echo the reason why Jun'ichi could let it fit him into any job and the beggar could not.

The gray man had a funny little tick, like a robot, his tailored suit making conversation with the brick wall of any alleyway he could find, the dust collected disguising his scent. When, if at all, they were forced into the crowds, his shoulders would stiffen up, as if it was making up for his grip loosening.

Did that mean it was it him? Or the people? Half the time, Jun'ichi acted as if he was allergic to people in general.

Even so, those foggy irises would fall upon him if something in the city dazzled Takwani's senses.

Jun'ichi would wait for him to finish, as if he was a dog sniffing a tree. He would wait until Takwani himself noticed the passahe of time and would speed up, to join his side again.

Whenever that happened, there was a soft wonder to his eyes, trying to be at the same pace of the cogs in Takwani's mind, trying to see what he saw, what had made him stop and look.

This time, as blues, reds and whites met his eyes, it was a barber shop that turned him to stone, amoungst the wandering bodies, feet growing still on the gravel and the cement sidewalk.

Takwani really liked manga. Once, he had set up a little stand at 5. He could still smell the wax that had adorned crudley drawn crayon comics. Each had only sold for about a few yen, the neighbors wearing faces as sweet as honey, all for the bright boy with even louder green hair. He had used what he'd earned to buy ice cream across the street.

"Takwani." " Are you feeling well?"

Maybe the ice cream vendor was still here too.

Jun'ichi stepped closer to him, never mad, never irritated. Just with those puddles of murky blue pupils, only barely revealing little bits of color like a teasing lady of the night.

Suddenly, Takeani's dry hand fiercely grabbed his oppisite's, faltering only to wait for the light before picking up stride and wildly running along the faded and paint chipped cross walk.

There was a lot of resistance and pulling from Junichi's side, which was an expected reaction for anyone suddenly being thrust along at an alarming velocity by a short ragged man.

Takwani never one meant each step ahead with any ill intent, but that didn't do a thing to leave Jun'ichi any less puzzled.

Finally, the silence between the two had no choice but to stop, as the business man had to pull his hand free in order to stop Takwani from tripping overhimself from being so careless and vigorous in the whole ordeal.

" *Please* speak to me Takwani. " " You looked like a deer in the headlights, and then moved like someone set you on fire. "

Jun'ichi's voice sounded like crisp trickling water from a stream, only momentarily disrupted when he cleared his throat.

"Can i be allowed in on what's wrong? "