I really like riding the swings! – 27/05/08
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"What're you doing?"
Mamori turned to see a boy of her age, standing with a quirked eyebrow, watching her. He had black hair, emerald eyes and pointed ears. He grinned, and there were pointy teeth.
"I'm bored."
"I'd've thought a girl like you would be surrounded by friends."
"Well sadly, I'm not," she huffed and turned ahead again. Creak…
"Why play with the swing? It's so far away from the playground. The monkey bars are much closer." She imagined him nodding towards the crowd of squealing kids not far off. He wanted the swing for himself, it was that obvious.
"I like the swing."
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"Why?"
She contemplated, looking up at the cloudless sky, then smiled. He raised a questioning eyebrow again, following her gaze to the heavens. She turned to look at him with the smile still on her face, "Because when I swing up, I can see over the trees, and I can see the sky."
He stared at her for a few moments before returning his gaze to the sky, "Hn." Mamori turned away again, swaying slightly back and forth, the chains creaking.
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"So why don't you swing up?"
She continued swaying, not turning to face the boy, "… my ankle's hurting, I'm actually waiting for my dad to come back and help me home."
"So you can't swing?"
She looked up at the sky again, "No."
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"What are you doing??" she turned to face the boy, bewildered and nearly releasing the chains.
"What does it look like? I'm pushing you, aren't I?" he stated matter-of-factly. CREAK..!
"B-But I didn't ask you to!" she felt somewhat flustered.
"You needn't have to." CREAK! "Can you see over the trees yet?" CREAK!
Mamori turned forward, craning her neck as she swung up, "No, you need to push harder!"
He grunted. CREAK!! "Now?" CREAK!!
The wind whipped against her face as she swung up again, and she saw over the trees, down the sloping hill and saw the town, "I see it!" CREAK!!
"What do you see?!" underneath the scowl on his face, she saw the trace of a grin.
"The town!" CREAK!!
"How far can you see?!" She squealed when he pushed harder.
"A million miles!" And she burst into a fit of giggles, "Higher!" CREAK!!
"Higher!!" CREAK!!
She looked up, gazing at the sky. Her eyes followed a sparrow as it flew across a sky, and a dead leaf drifted to the ground. A yellow butterfly with black spots fluttered before her, and she smiled contentedly. CREAK!!
"You can stop pushing now."
"Finally!" But there was a hint of disappointment in his voice, which he failed to mask. He grabbed hold of the chains and it slowed to a gradual halt. He looked around, "Where's your dad supposed to be?"
"He went to get some ice-cream for me."
He shuddered exaggeratedly and she giggled, "Blegh, ice-cream gives you brain freeze and rots your teeth."
"But it tastes good!"
"Durh, otherwise no one would want any."
"Did you wanna use the swing?"
"Yeah, but you just had to be on it." There was no spite behind the sarcasm.
"I'm sorry… why do you like the swing?" She swayed back and forth experimentally. Her neck was getting sore from having to face backwards for so long. He seemed to notice, walking towards the front bar and leaning back on it.
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"The same reason you do." They both looked up at the sky.
"They should put more swings here, ne?"
"Definitely. It's not fair that only one pig gets to hog it."
"Hey! That was mean!"
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He grinned again. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and faced her again, a faraway look in his eyes. He seemed to want to say something, when she heard her father's call, "Mamori!" The look in his eyes cleared, returning to its shielded state, masking any feelings, "I guess I'll see ya round," then turned and walked away. Mamori's eyes followed him until he vanished around the far corner of the playground and her father arrived at her side.
"Who was that, honey?"
"A friend."
"Oh? What was his name?"
"…" she faced the far corner again, "I don't know."
"You didn't ask him?"
"No."
"Oh well, I'm sure you'll see him again."
o.-years later-.x
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"Oi, fucking manager!" Down…
"Good evening, Hiruma-kun."
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"Don't you have anything better to do?"
"Don't you?"
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"If you haven't noticed, they put in another swing."
"Hn." He dropped down on the other swing, and they both glanced up at the sky. The sun was setting, its last rays sending long shadows and dancing spots of gold around them.
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"They should really oil these things, don't you think so?"
"I don't give a bloody damn."
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"The sky's looking nice again today," she said, swinging back and forth while facing the sky.
"Hn," he too, swung slightly with his head tilted back.
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A small boy came over but stopped hesitantly a few yards away, staring nervously at the two teenagers. Hiruma faced him and growled, sending the kid fleeing.
"Who's the pig hogging the swing now?"
"Shut up, fucking manager."
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Hua... yup, me is really loving the swings. Review, please!