Katsuya takes the mask, stares at the face of it deeply.
The summer heat settles over Sumaru in a thick damp blanket during the Araya festival. It's sweltering out, but Tatsuya insisted on going. The younger boy is nearly impossible to keep track of, but Katsuya does his best to weave in and around the adults as he follows Tatsuya into the shrine proper.
The stalls are busy this time of the evening and the smell of takoyaki and other tasty treats permeates the air. It's not until they come across a stand selling masks that Tatsuya even slows down, much less stops.
"That's it! The Featherman mask. Can I get it, nii-chan?" Nearby a slightly chubby boy is putting on a yellow Featherman mask of his own. Katsuya could swear he saw a young foreign girl wearing the pink one heading down the steps with her parents when they arrived. And, just for a moment, a small dark haired boy reaches for the same mask as Tatsuya. He pauses, gives the younger Suou a glance, and then smiles.
"It suites you better." He takes it and hands it to Tatsuya, before selecting the black one for himself. The boy's mother gives Katsuya a small smile and then they're wandering off again.
"Please nii-chan?" Tatsuya holds up the mask and Katsuya can only laugh. He carefully puts it on Tatsuya before straightening up.
"Okay, but Featherman stands for good and right. So you have to be good while you wear that, okay?" The laugh Tatsuya gives in answer is all Katsuya could ever want.
Something wet falls onto Katsuya's finger. He blinks, realizing he'd started crying. Quickly the officer wipes his eyes. The red Featherman mask is in his hands, a precious memory he had nearly forgotten about. He smiles and bows his head as though in prayer.
"Though we may be far apart, the bonds we share cannot be so easily broken." His fingers trace over the plastic details of the mask. "That's right....How easy it is...to forget."
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The summer heat settles over Sumaru in a thick damp blanket during the Araya festival. It's sweltering out, but Tatsuya insisted on going. The younger boy is nearly impossible to keep track of, but Katsuya does his best to weave in and around the adults as he follows Tatsuya into the shrine proper.
The stalls are busy this time of the evening and the smell of takoyaki and other tasty treats permeates the air. It's not until they come across a stand selling masks that Tatsuya even slows down, much less stops.
"That's it! The Featherman mask. Can I get it, nii-chan?" Nearby a slightly chubby boy is putting on a yellow Featherman mask of his own. Katsuya could swear he saw a young foreign girl wearing the pink one heading down the steps with her parents when they arrived. And, just for a moment, a small dark haired boy reaches for the same mask as Tatsuya. He pauses, gives the younger Suou a glance, and then smiles.
"It suites you better." He takes it and hands it to Tatsuya, before selecting the black one for himself. The boy's mother gives Katsuya a small smile and then they're wandering off again.
"Please nii-chan?" Tatsuya holds up the mask and Katsuya can only laugh. He carefully puts it on Tatsuya before straightening up.
"Okay, but Featherman stands for good and right. So you have to be good while you wear that, okay?" The laugh Tatsuya gives in answer is all Katsuya could ever want.
Something wet falls onto Katsuya's finger. He blinks, realizing he'd started crying. Quickly the officer wipes his eyes. The red Featherman mask is in his hands, a precious memory he had nearly forgotten about. He smiles and bows his head as though in prayer.
"Though we may be far apart, the bonds we share cannot be so easily broken." His fingers trace over the plastic details of the mask. "That's right....How easy it is...to forget."