The wheels of his bike spun round as he peddled slowly down the dirt road, passing house after house in the small town. It truly was a small town, with trees that loomed overhead into a canopy of leaves that hung over dirt roads that ran for miles with no sense of direction, a small sleep hallow for the calmed kinder of human spirits. His sixteen year old grey eyes watched children play amongst the other children who boasted and ran about young and free. The wheels spun slowly now as his hands fell into his pockets as if he were letting the bike steer itself. The bike gave a gentle swerve at first, but came back into control.

He dropped one foot off its pedal to stop the bike, his eyes glued to children who ran from one child, hiding away amongst the trees and the little house in the wood that they lived amongst, climbing the limbs of the trees and hiding behind tall plants on the small porch, all of them leaving the one poor child behind as she hid her eyes away behind her hands and counting out something he couldn't catch from his distance. He watched as the girl continued count and then called something out he didn't care to hear. She then started off towards the house and circled around it, disappearing from his line of sight.

Suddenly, something popped out from behind a tree and he noticed it was a small boy, who was peering out at him. He turned his gray gaze to him and the boy looked shocked and ducked back slightly for a second. But he focused on him and stuck his head out from behind a tree and looked directly at him, his brown gaze locking onto his own gray vision. He stared from his bike, standing up on its frame, and the boy's mouth opened, asking timidly as a normal child was, quiet and yet loud too, "Mister, why is your hair green?" He moved out from behind the tree, his hand on its trunk as he looked at him. His hands on the handlebars of his black and white bike, he simply gazed at him, looking away slowly with a sluggish turn of his hand, looking down at the rocks on the dirt road for a brief second before turning back without a word.

"I see you, Hajima!" The girl from earlier called and his gray vision darted away from the boy to the girl with a slow ease and as the girl drew nearer, she slowed down under his gaze and stopped next to the boy. They both looked at him steadily and he looked back at them quietly. She turned quickly away after a few moments and ran off as Hajima turned slowly and for a moment his gaze remained on that grey gaze, but then he too turned away and ran after the girl to go find other children. He watched them run off after another girl and he turned his head away slowly to the road ahead of him. He gripped the handlebars slightly tighter but his knuckles went white and then he pushed his foot into the dirt and sped off again into the slow churn of his bike wheels on the white and brown rocks of the road.

He swallowed and looked upward as he pedaled and watching a little white dot zoom across the sky. He blinked and thought to himself all the possibilities of what the strange object could be. He blinked and noticed the sky was quite cloudy, so how could it be some kind of asteroid of shooting star of some sort when it stayed below the clouds. He pedaled to a stop as it became bigger and his eyes widened, the strange object disappeared over a head of trees. He craned his neck and saw dust burst into the air and his foot slammed on the pedal as he burst into speed. The trees opened up to field of rolling grasses that were waving around slower now as the dirt began to fall again from the sky. He ran his bike across the road and burst into the waving brown grasses. He coughed as he pedaled into the flying dirt but he came to a stop as his front tire hit a large rock that he couldn't see and his bike whipped up into the air, and he snagged the handlebars as he flipped forward off the rock and then backward off the ground and landed on his feet where he hit the rock, blinking the dust and gravel out of his eyes as it settled. He swallowed and suddenly everything tasted like dirt, no doubt. He strained his light grey vision as the dirt settled and above him there were wings of a glorious white. His mouth opened slightly into a slacked position as the enormous, bountiful wings unfolded from their white glory to reveal a whole white body of proportions small than himself with a head of yellow-blond hair amongst blue-blue eyes. He stared at the man with wings, and he felt his heart skip a beat suddenly. The wings unfolded further slightly and the man's eyes opened, his arms swinging down in dance from across his chest as he floated down to the ground slowly, his eyes immediately attached to his gray vision.

He couldn't believe it. An angel. They were… real…

The stark white wings unfolded to reveal the rest of his thin, naked frame of his lower stomach and legs and he smiled gently, the light shimmering in the man's blue hues as they reflected him in their ocean views. His hands raised slowly as he floated down slowly inch by inch onto the large rock that he had earlier hit and the angel raised his thin, feminine hands and touched his tan cheeks with those thin, frail fingertips in such a gentle fashion that tickled, tingled, like such an utter sensation that made his gray eyes go wide, his hands feeling cold and twitching as they tried to grab the handlebars of his bike that he suddenly noticed he had dropped long ago. He smiled a toothy, white and small smiled and he felt himself wanting to melt into the tender touch as the fingertips prodded up his cheeks to his eyes and wiped away the single tear that streamed its way down his tan white cheeks, mouthing silently in speech to him, "Hello, dearest, Roronora Zoro…"