Traveling
The dark-haired Japanese youth found walking aimlessly a bit unsettling. The fact that he was reasonably certain most of the places he was passing didn't used to be next to each other didn't help. Nor did the perception of them not quite being there. Most buildings he passed never quite came right when he looked at them. Sure, the clocktower in the distance was very distanct, but most things seemed like they were trying to find their place in this world: an enormous skyscraper with a logo of the number four in a circle at the top, another skyscraper with a large globe that for a moment appeared to be labeled "Daily Planet", a huge mansion set on an ever large parcel of land that somehow seemed a school and much more, a large T-shaped tower on an island, a couple of floating continents. The one that gave him pause was the one that resembled Yukito's house.
"Yukito-san..." he whispered faintly...
"Yukito-san..." he whispered faintly...