The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 139~♫

In the middle of his step, a gigantic shadow arose, jumping from behind a small bush. A white face gleamed from the darkness. The shadow's hands lifted, its claws ready to dig into his flesh.

Mr. Okamoto screamed as he stopped paying his surrounding attention. His legs tied together, he stumbled onto his back, right into a cloth-made river among croaking frogs.

"H-Help!" she shouted, his legs kicking.

The white face flew into the air, revealing an old face.

"M-Mr. Okamoto? My bad! My bad!" Uncle Yoyo snickered, offering the unfortunate reporter his hand. "I wanted to surprise my niece. How clumsy of me."

The pervert clenched his teeth to not lash out. This guy, as annoying as he was, didn't commit any crime or hindered his primary job. He needed to find a good excuse to send him away.

With a pretended smile, he accepted the hand. "That's alright. Guess we old folks can't keep up with youngsters."

"They are so full of energy." Taking down the borrowed costume, he had returned it to a student in the background. Uncle Yoyo bowed and apologized for the trouble, and thanked for the wonderful opportunity.

'Bowing your head in front of a brat! That old man can't be blood-related!' the reporter pondered as he followed him outside, taking two shots by the end. 'Perhaps an acquaintance from the neighborhood. There is no need for me to be formal with him.'

The clothes hinted him he was a common man, miraculously knowing Mrs. Ueno-san's daughter. But now he was sure he wasn't from the upper society.

Outside, the sun blinded them a bit.

"Uncle, there you are." Ueno pouted, tapping her feet. "Where did you disappear? I can't believe you didn't lose your way here if you got lost there."

He scratched behind his head. "My bad. My bad. I better not venture too far on my own then."

"Better hold my hand."

Uncle Yoyo stuck his tongue a bit, but accepted, holding her index finger slightly.

Mr. Okamoto boiled inside. He dared to touch his price! His possession! His toy of the day! He fumed, taking deep breaths. This geezer was testing his patience! He needed to be removed off soon.

He caught up to them, walking next to them as if nothing happened. With this uncle next to her, Ueno felt much safer, and her other hand brushed off Mr. Okamoto's advances. However, he was a skilled skirt lifter, and his fingers got under her skirt.

She pressed her other hand.

"That is!" her uncle Yoyo shouted, dragging her to a stall full of pictures for sale.

Just when Mr. Okamoto felt like a player in front of the final dungeon he had reached after hard work, the glitch had to ruin his safe file.

"What is what?" Ueno asked.