[Pierrot - Hatsune Miku]

Kuroko no Basuke © Fujimaki Tadatoshi

It's alright, It's alright.
I, playing the fool, am merely a nameless clown in this small circus.

It's been years since I stayed in this circus. Wearing this white porcelain mask, who was painted in silly face, to make people laugh their heart out at my clumsy performances. I am not allowed to show any kind of feelings or emotions. But, it's alright. I'm used to it. The mask alone were enough to hide any traces of emotions that I had. Now, I'm only a laughable clown, who had to make people laugh.

A small kid with dark green hair, sat under the shade of cherry blossom tree. His shoulder hunched and he desperately tried to stop the tears which keep falling from his emerald colored eyes. His green, long sleeved shirt were dirty because of the dirt and his right knee were bleeding from the impact between him and the hard ground. Beside him, laid a now broken, black framed glasses. A quiet whimper came out from his mouth.

He took a deep breath and tried to not shed any more tears. It's very embarrassing for a boy to cry. But then, from the corner of his eyes, he saw another kid around his age, but smaller than him, hugging a ball that were bigger than the kid himself. He gasped as the kid walked closer to him. His teary eyes stared at the mask which the smaller kid wore. It was a bit strange mask. But somehow, it made his tears stopped.

The kid showed the ball to him, then he placed the ball on the grassy ground before jumped on top of it, tried to move the ball, then he walked backwards, so the ball will move forward. Not too long after that, the boy fell down from the ball. His back made contact with the ground first. He waved his hand to the green haired boy while he stood. He threw his hand in the air and jumped to chase the ball before it went rolling further.

The green haired boy chuckled and then he smiled at the little masked clown. His knees were no longer hurting, neither bleeding. And his tears dried since the boy fist approached him.

Years has passed since Midorima Shintarou met the masked boy under the blooming cherry blossom tree, He couldn't remember anything about the boy beside he silly painted mask and those silky, light blue hair. The owner of the clinic stared out of his window.

Spring. Just like the time when he met the little clown. He could recall how bright that day was. The blue and cloudless sky seemed to smile at him. Even the warmth of spring radiated around the town, and as if embracing people with its soft and calming warmth. The soft pink colored petals from the cherry blossom trees floating around the town, carried by the gentle wind. This season alway put his heart at ease, and a comfortable state.

He decided to walk out from his clinic, sin he had finished his job earlier this morning. It will be such a waste if he decided to stay inside his room without enjoying the spring. He took off his white coat and hung it on his leather chair. "Maybe I will have a small chance to meet you again, little clown."

The town plaza were crowded with kids, and mostly, parents and teenagers. At the center of the crowd, stood a man with baggy and puffy, blue stripped black pants, along with white long sleeved shirt and blue-black polka dot tie. A dull white porcelain clown mask were covering his face. The only thing visible from him are those light blue strands of his hair and the pale skin color he has. Even both of his hand were covered with white gloves.

A certain green haired doctor gaped at the sight. The clown in front of him was the same one with the one in his face. But the man grew taller than before, even he's still a bit shorter than the doctor himself. He turned his head away and pushed up his glasses nervously as the clown stared at him. He could see the blue haired clown slowly approaching him with a rose in his hand. He could feel his cheek warmed when the clown tucked the rose between his breast pocket. He muttered a small thank you and the clown went back to continue his performance.

The clown jumped on top of the giant ball and tried to balancing himself. Tried to not fell down so soon. He picked three small balls with different colors from his pocket and started to juggling as he moved the giant ball beneath his feet back and forth.

Not to long after it, the clown slipped from the ball and fell down comically. The small balls thumped on his head repeatedly as he fell. The audience laughed and the clown went back on his feet. He bowed, a sign that the show already finished. But then-

"Dirty clown!"

A bunch of kids started to threw a feebles at him, aimed for his head. One of the medium sized feeble hit the forehead side of the mask. He hung his head low as he felt the warm liquid of his blood started to trickled down from the wound of his forehead. Dizzy. But no, he can't show any emotions. The show will keep going if there are some people who doesn't laugh.

"Stop it! You'll hurt Pierrot-san!" he lifted his head to see another boy tried hard to stop the one who threw rocks at him. The blue haired clown hopped to approach them and stopped to bend down at the boy. He pointed his bloody forehead, and then, a red rose popped out from the crack of the mask. The boys were surprised, but soon enough, they started to laugh.

He was caught off guard when he felt someone dragged him to nearby bench. He turned around ans he saw a pair of emerald eyes staring back at him. "We need to treat your wound." the owner of those beautiful eyes said to him. He obediently sat on the bench.

Midorima couldn't help but worried. This man, the clown he met a long time ago, was acting like he wasn't injured at all. He pulled out a strap of bandages from his pocket, along with the sterile and clean cotton. "I'm going to take off your mask." he said to the man who were sitting on the bench infront of him. BUt, just as he reached out his hand to peel off the mask, a pair of smaller hands held his in place. He saw the clown shook his head. Then the hands retreated.

Much to his surprise, the clown only pulled down the mask until the wound revealed to the young doctor. But not enough to see his face. Midorima sighed and he took the cotton to wipe away all the blood. "Are you okay?"

The blue haired clown nodded and he placed back the mask to its previous place on his face. He tilted his head and gave the green haired man both of his small thumbs. The young doctor chuckled and turned away. "I'll watch your show tomorrow."

To be continued...