#dnweeks: kurenai no tsubasa

[niwatari-rei]

A New Artwork Approaches Just then, a thought passed Daisuke’s mind. That somewhere out there, other Hikari artworks could be suffering the same fate as the Crimson Wings. Many scenarios played through his head, each with terrible endings. “I don’t mean to disturb you but…What are you doing out here by yourself?” A feminine voice interrupted said train of thoughts. The teen looked up to see the owner of the voice, a young woman with shoulder length ebony hair in a ponytail tied off to the side. The color of her eyes, a caramel almost reminded of the Harada twins and the air about them seemed familiar yet he couldn’t seem to place it. “It’s been a long day and I wanted to collect my thoughts.” Daisuke laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I see. A penny for your thoughts?” She gave him a reassuring smile in reply. Was it really okay to admit what was going on to a stranger who probably knew nothing about the whole situation? If anything, it was completely risky to do so. As if reading his thoughts, the stranger spoke once more. “You don’t have to tell me everything that’s going on. After I am nothing but someone that isn’t involved in your life. Here, have some candy, it might make you feel a bit better.” She handed over a piece of candy. Not wanting to refuse this gesture of kindness, he took it. “Thank you…” Except the moment the teen unwrapped it, a potent smell reached his nose causing him to drop the treat. Maybe it was just fate’s way of telling him to stop stealing artworks. She blinked in confusion. “Ah…Did I accidentally hand you the durian candy? Sorry. Let me give you something else.” “You don’t have to.” Daisuke pulled out a handkerchief, holding it to his nose. “If you say so. Though you no longer seem to be stuck thinking about whatever it was that was on your mind.” She was right, despite the fact that he ended up smelling that horrible candy. “Thank you again.” It wasn’t how the teen wished to solve the issue but Daisuke supposed that it was good to have a break every now and then. Suddenly, a phone rang. It didn’t seem to be his. The other took out their cell phone and answered. “Sorry Kounosuke-san, I must have lost track of the time. I’ll see you in a bit, alright?” She turned to him. “Looks like I have to head out in a bit. It’s been nice meeting you, I don’t think I ever caught your name.” “It’s Niwa Daisuke.”  He held out his hand. “Akabane Tama. Next time you ever feel like mulling over something again, you should come to this place and ask for me.” She shook his hand, leaving him with a card. Blue Parrot? He’ll have to check out the bar some time.