just walking around

[gaara]

Gaara stands in the middle of the side walk, he sighs as he turns and starts walking, to no particcular destination. He sighs looking at all the different shops and resturants, just looking at all the different people as he walks by.

[Kato Seishiro]

Peace, he thought, wandering aimlessly through the thinning crowd. It wasn't peaceful, but it was the closest he would get. A soft breeze caressed his skin, playing through his hair and whispering in his ear. Seishiro found it annoying, bothersome. He would much rather have been walking around in the dusk light when the air was still and people had returned to their homes in order to spend time with their families. As it was, he remained outdoors, purely furious with the arguments between his older sister and his younger brother. They really should know better; their immaturity driving him mad until he stormed from the house to find somewhere to think. Or not think. The latter of the two sounded better. He had yet to find that place though, as he continued walking through the streets, balled fists shoved deeply into his jacket pockets. The light hurt his eyes, having forgotten his hat at home. And the eyes of people made him itch, knowing that they were staring before quickly looking away when they realized he knew.

Perhaps returning home would be the better thing to do.

But the fresh air was doing him good, and he couldn't help but feel his muscles loosening. the exercise was doing wonders on his body as well. He was beginning to feel light and airy instead of the common dreary and regular self that he was used to.

"Bleh" just about summed up his former emotions.

But now a sense of freedom washed over him; the desire to not care about the future, waste his time on worthless worrying, overwhelmed his entire being. The feeling of insignificance and nonexistence. He could be struck dead at that moment, and truthfully, Seishiro didn't think it mattered much. But that was life. Some people appreciated it, some didn't. He enjoyed what he had, and he'd be a little disappointed if his life ended so soon, but if that was the way it was supposed to be then why bother changing it. He made no difference to the world, and had no plans for his future at the moment.

He realized the disgusting selfish attitude that had taken over his thinking, and quickly pushed the thought from his mind. He loved life, and he was going to try his best to extend it as much as possible. No sooner had Seishiro resolved to do this than a stand caught his eye.

[gaara]

Gaara would then pick one person from the crowd to analyze them, not like there anything better to do. Gaara stared at Seishiro, no he glared at him like he hated Seishiro from some reason, he didint even know the guy.

He would ponder and stop in his tracks to observe the suspect or individual person he had pick and watched him there, as people slowly moved around Gaara like he wasnt even there. Stopping wasnt the best choice but therefore did it any way.

[Kato Seishiro]

Leaning closer to the products, Sieshiro felt the intense stare of someone's eyes boring into his head. How pleasant. It was a familiar feeling, so he ignored the uncomfortable sensation that caused his body to cringe, hoping that whoever it was would leave shortly and let him be. But after a few minutes of the sustained discomfort, Seishiro straightened from his bent position, looking around slightly before choosing the figurine that looked the most appropriate for his room. But, having forgotten his wallet at home, he replaced it and continued walking.

With luck, the person would soon grow bored in Seishiro's existence and leave him to wander aimlessly again without the knowing that he was being watched.

[gaara]

Gaara still watched him closely, he sighed but never looked away.
"I got it." He said not in a very loud tone> Gaara figured the way you lok and dress, well he can tell you apart from others, her knows what your about and thats how he made freinds at his old school. He would then sigh standing up, he walked away finally taking his eyes of the person.

[Kato Seishiro]

The torn nails dug into the soft flesh of his palms as he clenched his fists, breathing shallowly and squinting slightly to reduce the glare that stung his eyes. The presence on the back of his neck was growing dimmer. Either he was had gotten used to this person, or they had looked away. Preferable the latter. A gentle shiver passed through his body, though the reason was unknown. His stomach felt queasy, like his late lunch didn't feel like staying down. Disgusting.

Sighing, he lifted his face to the sky, pausing in his walk to let the heat of the sun wash over his skin. It hurt, yes, but he could feel the light running through his veins as his temperature began to rise. A good feeling. A healthy one.

When reality hit him that he should be going home, Seishiro spun around, walking with a slight hunch in the opposite direction. He would make it last as long as possible, for returning home was not too pleasing of an idea in his mind at that moment.

[gaara]

Gaara on his way home is stopped by a couple of people from the ally way, you not to far behind. "What do you want?" He would ask the men curiously. Then they pushed him inot the shadows of the ally way. One of the men held him down also placing something in his mouth so Gaara couldn't yell for help, and the other kicking and punching him in the stomach.

Not so long as five minutes later Gaara sat up against the ally way wall holding his stomcah tightly as the two men left. He coughs up a little blood and groans a bit in pain. "Why me?" he would then ask him-self. He sits against the wall looking up at the sky between the two buildings of the ally way, he would then let out a quick sigh and pause for a moment feeling the presence of eyes watching him.

[Kato Seishiro]

Unconsciously trailing after a person, Seishiro's eyes rested at the back of his head until out of no where he was pushed back into the shadows of an alley. Pausing in his tracks, he was unsure what to do. Clearly this person was in need of assistance, but Seishiro couldn't see himself aiding a stranger. It wasn't his personality to assist others, especially if he didn't know them. But despite his better judgment, he stood at the mouth of the alley, waiting for the attackers to return to light.

As the first emerged, Sieshiro grabbed him by the back of the neck, slamming the man's forehead into the opposite wall before wrenching what he figured was stolen goods from the "villain." Letting him go, he quickly hid around the corner, blending into the crowd and watching for them to leave. When they had gone, he went back to the person, dropping this stranger's belongings into his lap and waiting for him to wake up. If he did, the boy was alive and Seishiro could leave.

[gaara]

He sat up a bit confused about what happened and why it had happened. Gaara looked at the stranger at the opening of the ally way, he sighed and looked down holding his stomach in pain.

(sorry so short)

[Kato Seishiro]

He was awake and alive. Thankfully. It would like kind of weird for Seshiro to walk out of the alley leaving an unconscious person lying there. With a shrug, he leaned back against the wall, glancing at the stranger and wondering what else should be done. He could leave. That was an easy enough solution. But then he might get that sickly feeling of guilt that often accompanied the abandonment of someone. But why? It wasn't like they were friends or anything? Seshiro hadn't even seen him before.

No wait...

Crap. He remembered they attended school together. What a troublesome dilemma.