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The First of Many Points About Kayashima Taiki.
He'll always remember his first kiss. He was eleven, he was hungry, and he remembered seeing a small waif of a ghost fluttering around his grandmother's garden, its nightgown shimmering in the summer moonlight. He was heading to the kitchen for a snack when she beckoned him, tearfully asking him if he had seen someone; it was something about a lover she had misplaced, (or perhaps it was a missing child; Kayashima wasn't really sure about the details but he had the impression that it was a very sad lilac color) and, after she had finished crying and he sat patiently, the girl wafted upon him and kissed him gently, thanking him for his kindness.
The first kiss imprints a certain significance on young boys. For Kayashima, there were several, mostly having to do with the fact that his first kiss was with a ghost (whose face he doesn't even remember) instead of a real, living girl (much to the amusement of his teasing classmates), but the most lasting memory was his surprise afterwards as to how very real and warm she felt on his skin.
Kayashima thinks of her often when he feels lonely, especially when Nakatsu isn’t around to let him read his aura or when Mizuki doesn’t let him drop by his dormitory for a friendly chat or, mostly likely both, as it seems these days when the two of them are pining away for something inexplicable to his senses. He wonders if his thoughts of her are akin to what Nakatsu and Mizuki are doing since they all have similar hue about them, but ghosts are ghosts and the bitterness of the irony dulls as time goes on.
The irony is this: those that were his are only ghosts of a kiss.
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody too?
He'll always remember his first kiss. He was eleven, he was hungry, and he remembered seeing a small waif of a ghost fluttering around his grandmother's garden, its nightgown shimmering in the summer moonlight. He was heading to the kitchen for a snack when she beckoned him, tearfully asking him if he had seen someone; it was something about a lover she had misplaced, (or perhaps it was a missing child; Kayashima wasn't really sure about the details but he had the impression that it was a very sad lilac color) and, after she had finished crying and he sat patiently, the girl wafted upon him and kissed him gently, thanking him for his kindness.
The first kiss imprints a certain significance on young boys. For Kayashima, there were several, mostly having to do with the fact that his first kiss was with a ghost (whose face he doesn't even remember) instead of a real, living girl (much to the amusement of his teasing classmates), but the most lasting memory was his surprise afterwards as to how very real and warm she felt on his skin.
Kayashima thinks of her often when he feels lonely, especially when Nakatsu isn’t around to let him read his aura or when Mizuki doesn’t let him drop by his dormitory for a friendly chat or, mostly likely both, as it seems these days when the two of them are pining away for something inexplicable to his senses. He wonders if his thoughts of her are akin to what Nakatsu and Mizuki are doing since they all have similar hue about them, but ghosts are ghosts and the bitterness of the irony dulls as time goes on.
The irony is this: those that were his are only ghosts of a kiss.
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody too?