Balloons – TVfXQ
by yuu“Yohji-kun?”
“Huh?” I looked up from the cattelyas I was arranging to look at the younger blond questioningly. Beside me, I could hear Ken-ken stop messing with the register and the resident Ice Queen even stopped watering the plants. I gulped – either there was something I didn’t know, or Omitchi was on the verge of crying, which wasn’t the case because the Chibi was merely looking at me with the same somewhat serious look he reserved for doing homework or hacking. “What is it, Omitchi?”
Omi sighed, probably due to the nickname; I smiled – he should be happy that I didn’t make any jokes about his computer habits. Irritably, the young man rubbed his temples, before looking back at me with his deep ocean blue eyes “What’s your fondest memory?”
That… was unexpected.
“What brought this up?” Aya asked, putting down the water hose and turning his back to the store front. Today had been bad for sales, but the weather really was too good for the normal crowd of fans to be cooped up in the Koneko no Sumu Ie.
Omi shrugged and started to play with some of the flowers at my workstation. “I dunno… When I was walking in the park earlier, I saw a kid running after this yellow balloon… Guess it just sparked on thoughts about childhood an’ stuff….”
“Well,” I said, deciding to humor my youngest teammate. “I got a lot of fond memories – my first date – which went utterly, horribly wrong, my first kiss, first time I had se-“
“No need to corrupt the boy, Yotan,” Ken said, poking me in the side.
I scoffed, “It’s true, though! All my big ‘firsts’ are important to me!” I gave the brunet a mild leer. “Lemme guess – yours is when you got ‘cepted into the J-League?”
Ken flushed and looked away, muttering a bit. It took a second for him to compose himself and, when he did, he looked at Aya. “What about you, Aya?”
The redhead didn’t say anything and, really, I didn’t expect him to. That’s why it threw me through such a loop when he easily replied, “my family trip to England. The weather sucked, but I’ll always remember it.”
Wow, who knew that one was so sentimental?
We all looked at Omi, expectantly. The younger boy blushed and bit his lip before answering. “Last year, the first time I met all of you, here, in the Koneko.”
I don’t know about the others, but that thought suddenly made me pity our child-leader. I looked away as Ken made a joking comment, my eyes trailing to the large bay windows where, on the other side, a young child was chasing a yellow balloon, as if all his dreams were inside it. The sight made me sigh and smile sadly.
May Omitchi remember, someday, the dreams of his past, and may he always have good memories to fall back on. I seriously think he didn’t have enough in Kritiker when eh was a child, and he doesn’t remember anything from before, so it’s up to us, the rest of Weiß, to make those memories with him.