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Akira Tadokoro
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It was late October, heading into November. The leaves have changed from their lush green colour to crisp colours of red, yellow, orange and brown. Many of those leaves have fallen off the trees already as well. Small animals such as squirrels, chipmunks and birds hastily gathered what food sources were left. A large and fat squirrel saw one last acorn and quickly plucked it off the ground, only to disappear into a hole in a tree. Chill winds blew as a figure wearing a long, red trench coat like garment passed by some of the trees. The coat was worn opened, exposing the figure's bare chest. Across his bare chest was a brown, leather stray thing that looked like it either held his coat together or it was just worn for shits and giggles. On his hands were a pair of black, finger less gloves. His pants were an olive-tan in colour and were rather baggy. On his feet? Boots.. combat or work type that was. On the back of his garment was a V like strap that held two guns, resting ever so snugly in hostlers.
The rest of the young male's features seemed to be rather... amusing. He seemed to be a young male around the age of eighteen or nineteen years of age. His hair was white. White as a winter's snow fall on late December. His eyes were blue. Blue as the day time sky. It seemed like he was walking through the forest. A nice stroll before he would head into the city. Maybe heading to the city for a drink or to get a pizza pie and a strawberry sundae for dessert. He did hope that the pizza had no olives on it. The young male always hated olives.
Chill winds blew around him, causing his coat to flutter a bit. He didn't care. The cold against his bare skin didn't phase him one bit. If he was younger, he would've been scolded at by his mother. Which has happened to him and his elder twin brother when they were either five, six or seven. Those were the times... Those were the times...
He placed his hands in his pants pockets as continued walking. It was mid afternoon. Some people were also in the forest, but enjoying strolls or picnics. Speaking of picnics, the young male felt rather peckish. Which resulted his belly giving off a small rumble. Stopping a bit, he remembered when hsi father, Sparda, his mother Eva and his elder twin, Vergil would take walks in the forest. Young Dante would feel hungry. This was when his mother or brother would pick a ripe, red apple to settle his tummy. That or if his mom packed a picnic lunch, they would find a perfect place to sit. Either by a tree or by a lake. Picking a red apple, the half demon leaned on a tree, remembering the times he spend with his mother, father and brother. Those times were...
After eating his apple, he continued strolling through the forest, giving a small smile. A lot of this did bring back memories to him. Was it the same forest he spend his childhood the entire time? Maybe it was. Maybe he should go look for that strange rock that he and his twin found when they were only six years old. Maybe it was still there? No careless person could've moved it.. or some stupid teenagers repaint over it with their uncaring attitudes. He decided to walk deeper into the forest.
The rest of the young male's features seemed to be rather... amusing. He seemed to be a young male around the age of eighteen or nineteen years of age. His hair was white. White as a winter's snow fall on late December. His eyes were blue. Blue as the day time sky. It seemed like he was walking through the forest. A nice stroll before he would head into the city. Maybe heading to the city for a drink or to get a pizza pie and a strawberry sundae for dessert. He did hope that the pizza had no olives on it. The young male always hated olives.
Chill winds blew around him, causing his coat to flutter a bit. He didn't care. The cold against his bare skin didn't phase him one bit. If he was younger, he would've been scolded at by his mother. Which has happened to him and his elder twin brother when they were either five, six or seven. Those were the times... Those were the times...
He placed his hands in his pants pockets as continued walking. It was mid afternoon. Some people were also in the forest, but enjoying strolls or picnics. Speaking of picnics, the young male felt rather peckish. Which resulted his belly giving off a small rumble. Stopping a bit, he remembered when hsi father, Sparda, his mother Eva and his elder twin, Vergil would take walks in the forest. Young Dante would feel hungry. This was when his mother or brother would pick a ripe, red apple to settle his tummy. That or if his mom packed a picnic lunch, they would find a perfect place to sit. Either by a tree or by a lake. Picking a red apple, the half demon leaned on a tree, remembering the times he spend with his mother, father and brother. Those times were...
After eating his apple, he continued strolling through the forest, giving a small smile. A lot of this did bring back memories to him. Was it the same forest he spend his childhood the entire time? Maybe it was. Maybe he should go look for that strange rock that he and his twin found when they were only six years old. Maybe it was still there? No careless person could've moved it.. or some stupid teenagers repaint over it with their uncaring attitudes. He decided to walk deeper into the forest.