Skyscrapers

The Skyscrapers.

Natsuki walked down the narrow sidewalk, the shadow of the skyscrapers looming over the streets. Her eyes were a light grey with a tint of blue in the shadows, as she continued down the sidewalk and took a sharp turn to the right. Natsu's hair blew behind her at each step forward and shoved her way past the crowd of civilians casually.

Tatsuo was once again resting on the top of a skyscraper, the hasty wind blowing through his black hair. As always he had Yuusora by his side, his sharp Katana which never left his side. Watching the clouds he was counting how many skies looked like dragons.

She continued to walk, noticing the glint of the Katana at the edges of her eye sight. Natsuki looked through all the faces that past her, coming across a druggie hanging by the alleyways. She snickered, smelling the drugs a few feet away. What addicts. She slipped out her black, leather glove from her pocket, slipping it over her right, disfigured hand.

As lazy as Tatsuo was he sat up, his eyes clearly mirroring what mood he was in, the weather was good, and so was his mood, Yuusora helped that. With a katana by his side he always felt safe, although it was his own powers protecting him, he felt like Yuusora did more than himself..