‘"Yo Saika! Miss me bro?"’ Saika heard seconds before an arm wrapped around his neck and he was taken into a headlock.
“Ah! Masakii!” He said as he cried out in protest against the other boy’s open behavior, which quickly fell into laughter between the two.
'That’s Masaki for you. He always held that extrovert attitude, ready for the unexpected, and never one to sit and wait for what is to come next. He could constantly draw people in and amaze them, in contrast to my own more, introvert-nature.
Ikebukuro always seemed to suit him best and, at times, I found myself pondering as to why I chose to stay in a city such as this. After all I was nothing special; no one really took notice of me if Masaki wasn’t with me. I had a mother and a father that cared for me, good grades at school, a best friend and friends from outer groups. Yet, maybe that is it.
Could it be that hidden inside the normalcy, packed and hidden deep, within was the will to be more? To reach beyond the predictability and cultured nature and latch on to the brash and irrational creature that does lay dormant?
Could it really be that the Normal ones, the ones that keep to their regular routines and live life according to ‘the plan’, were the ones that fit here the most? Are only some are able to feed and keep content the creature that threatens to rip their world as they know it, apart? And the ones that aren’t strong enough turn into the people we see on the television, the most dangerous and…'
“Hello! Earth to Saika.” Masaki said mockingly as he gently shook Saika from his thoughts.
“Oh, S-sorry Masaki-san,” he muttered backing up and out of his hold, semi bowing to his friend.
“I was just-“ Saika started to say but was cut off by a slight bump and he had to catch himself from falling down. “Ah! I am Sorry!!”
