A Fateful Encounter [SOLO]
Jun 7, 2014 3:38:34 GMT
Post by Takahiro Minami on Jun 7, 2014 3:38:34 GMT
[Part 1/2]
It was a day like just any other: a mild breeze sweeping across the streets, lots of people entering and exiting the terminal - sometimes in a hurry - and finally the strange, uneasy feeling that always seemed to surround Takahiro whenever he was near the Shibuya Train Terminal. He glanced at his watch, it wouldn’t be long now until his dad would arrive, so he’d better get moving. Takahiro made his way through the crowded hallways, using his small posture to easily slip though the masses of people between him and the stopping point of the train his father would be on.
His cell phone rang, but he was unable to hear or feel it vibrate as it was in his backpack and the sound of the crowd was muffling his old-style ringtone. He had tried many other ringtones in the past, ranging from fragments of songs of his favorite alternative rock bands to the standard ringtones that came with his phone, but none of them worked as well as the dull ring of an old telephone. In fact, this was the only way he could actually hear people call while he was playing video games or reading and listening to music with his headphones on. It wasn’t until Takahiro entered a slightly less busy section of the station that he heard his phone ringing. He quickly set his bag down on the floor and grabbed his phone from it, answering the call without checking who was calling him.
“Yes, you’re speaking with Takahiro Minama, with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?” he said in the direction of his cell phone.
“Now now, no need to get all formal with your own dad,” his father replied, sounding slightly irritated. “I’ve had just about enough of these formal types today if you don’t mind. In fact, I’m calling you because I’m still at work. I’m sorry for not calling earlier, but I was in an important meeting I couldn’t get out of. You’re probably already waiting at the station to walk home with me aren’t you?” Ichiro continued.
“So you are telling me I could still have been at home or out in the city all this time?” Takahiro replied, taking on the same irritated tone his father used earlier.
“To be blunt, yes. I’m leaving right now though, so if you could do me a favor and wait for me at the station for an about hour, I’d be very grateful.”
“Fine. I guess I’ll go find a way to entertain myself in the meantime.” Takahiro said before hanging up on his father. He hated it when his old man pulled stunts like this, making him wait. After all, he only walked his father home out of courtesy every day. He was long past the age at which his parents wouldn’t let him walk the streets alone.
“Well, I guess it’s time for some sightseeing then...” he mumbled to himself as he re-entered the crowd. Again swiftly moving through the masses, he was at the exit in no time, far away from the crowded hallways he hated so much.
“I’d better call mom and let her know dad and I will be coming home later, even though she’s probably already started preparing dinner” Takahiro thought to himself while setting the bag down once more and reaching for his phone somewhere in his bag. He grabbed a hold of something and pulled it out of the bag, ready to dial his mom’s number... “Wait, this isn’t my phone!”
Takahiro was holding a strange red and dark grey device with some odd yellow indents that looked like grips or something. Looking into the bag, he found a second strange device, this one being an odd rectangular piece of technology with a big screen and an antenna. “What are these things? Where did they come from? Is this even my bag?” Takahiro had so many questions, but he could only find an answer the last one when he found his brown sunglasses. “Yup, it’s mine alright!” he thought as he smiled at his prized pair of shades.
“Wait, I'm sure there wasn’t this much stuff in my bag earlier was there?” Takahiro grabbed his vest from his bag, revealing a large, strangely colored, egg-like object underneath. “What the…” he thought as he inspected the strange object. “Why did someone put all of this in my bag? When?” The only moment he had left his backpack unattended was while he was on the phone with his dad, which seemed like a small window of opportunity for a person to put these things, yet somehow they ended up there anyway. “This is not some illegal goods that someone wanted to get rid of is it?” The scary thought crossed Takahiro’s mind as his eyes met those of a security guard.
“What should I do? Maybe I should…” Before he could finish the sentence in his head, he was interrupted by a cracking sound and a strange light coming from within his bag. Curious about what was happening, Takahiro shielded the bag so only he could see what was going on in there. “Is this thing…hatching?” he asked himself, just as the egg turned into an odd, little orange blob with a big red horn and green eyes that looked straight at him.
It was a day like just any other: a mild breeze sweeping across the streets, lots of people entering and exiting the terminal - sometimes in a hurry - and finally the strange, uneasy feeling that always seemed to surround Takahiro whenever he was near the Shibuya Train Terminal. He glanced at his watch, it wouldn’t be long now until his dad would arrive, so he’d better get moving. Takahiro made his way through the crowded hallways, using his small posture to easily slip though the masses of people between him and the stopping point of the train his father would be on.
His cell phone rang, but he was unable to hear or feel it vibrate as it was in his backpack and the sound of the crowd was muffling his old-style ringtone. He had tried many other ringtones in the past, ranging from fragments of songs of his favorite alternative rock bands to the standard ringtones that came with his phone, but none of them worked as well as the dull ring of an old telephone. In fact, this was the only way he could actually hear people call while he was playing video games or reading and listening to music with his headphones on. It wasn’t until Takahiro entered a slightly less busy section of the station that he heard his phone ringing. He quickly set his bag down on the floor and grabbed his phone from it, answering the call without checking who was calling him.
“Yes, you’re speaking with Takahiro Minama, with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?” he said in the direction of his cell phone.
“Now now, no need to get all formal with your own dad,” his father replied, sounding slightly irritated. “I’ve had just about enough of these formal types today if you don’t mind. In fact, I’m calling you because I’m still at work. I’m sorry for not calling earlier, but I was in an important meeting I couldn’t get out of. You’re probably already waiting at the station to walk home with me aren’t you?” Ichiro continued.
“So you are telling me I could still have been at home or out in the city all this time?” Takahiro replied, taking on the same irritated tone his father used earlier.
“To be blunt, yes. I’m leaving right now though, so if you could do me a favor and wait for me at the station for an about hour, I’d be very grateful.”
“Fine. I guess I’ll go find a way to entertain myself in the meantime.” Takahiro said before hanging up on his father. He hated it when his old man pulled stunts like this, making him wait. After all, he only walked his father home out of courtesy every day. He was long past the age at which his parents wouldn’t let him walk the streets alone.
“Well, I guess it’s time for some sightseeing then...” he mumbled to himself as he re-entered the crowd. Again swiftly moving through the masses, he was at the exit in no time, far away from the crowded hallways he hated so much.
“I’d better call mom and let her know dad and I will be coming home later, even though she’s probably already started preparing dinner” Takahiro thought to himself while setting the bag down once more and reaching for his phone somewhere in his bag. He grabbed a hold of something and pulled it out of the bag, ready to dial his mom’s number... “Wait, this isn’t my phone!”
Takahiro was holding a strange red and dark grey device with some odd yellow indents that looked like grips or something. Looking into the bag, he found a second strange device, this one being an odd rectangular piece of technology with a big screen and an antenna. “What are these things? Where did they come from? Is this even my bag?” Takahiro had so many questions, but he could only find an answer the last one when he found his brown sunglasses. “Yup, it’s mine alright!” he thought as he smiled at his prized pair of shades.
“Wait, I'm sure there wasn’t this much stuff in my bag earlier was there?” Takahiro grabbed his vest from his bag, revealing a large, strangely colored, egg-like object underneath. “What the…” he thought as he inspected the strange object. “Why did someone put all of this in my bag? When?” The only moment he had left his backpack unattended was while he was on the phone with his dad, which seemed like a small window of opportunity for a person to put these things, yet somehow they ended up there anyway. “This is not some illegal goods that someone wanted to get rid of is it?” The scary thought crossed Takahiro’s mind as his eyes met those of a security guard.
“What should I do? Maybe I should…” Before he could finish the sentence in his head, he was interrupted by a cracking sound and a strange light coming from within his bag. Curious about what was happening, Takahiro shielded the bag so only he could see what was going on in there. “Is this thing…hatching?” he asked himself, just as the egg turned into an odd, little orange blob with a big red horn and green eyes that looked straight at him.