guava fruit medley. ( private flashback )
Jan 17, 2012 16:39:21 GMT -8
Post by Estilo on Jan 17, 2012 16:39:21 GMT -8
Two years ago in luminescent Kami no Shima. . .. . . Atlas Burabiya's twenty-ninth birthday.
The party last night had been... eventful, to say the least. An escapade that, against all the complaints and threats made by Kumogakure's High Council, had happened and grown into an event of its own. There was drinking, there was gambling, and- most importantly- relaxation. A break from my extended tenure as Nidaime Raikage, a chance to be me. Now, walking down the stone-cobbled streets of Kami no Shima, I rubbed my head in discomfort. A hangover. The only reason I'd left my expensive hotel room was for a nice hot cup of coffee. But now... I honestly didn't think it was worth it. Too much sounds! Cranial pains!
Eventually, however- after realizing that giving up now was a bad decision- I reached the humble little cafe at the end of Nuerhachi Boulevard. It walls were made of clear glass, its activity was good, but not overly crowded. Which was good, considering that the mere chirp of birds was like a speakerphone in my ear at the moment. Opening the cafe door, and promptly rubbing the edges of my forehead as the bell chimed above, I advanced towards the register where the barista was waiting. "Dark chocolate latte, please. Under the name of Atlas."
After paying the young man and walking over to the hot bar area to wait for my drink, I took a seat at one of the chairs and leaned back- trying to stop the world from spinning around, reclining in a rather relaxed and carefree position. It had been worth it, don't get me wrong. But that didn't mean the hangover was any less excruciating. I didn't bother to look around, to see who was in the small crowd that kept the cafe busy, probably some people I knew- probably not."Atlas! Dark chocolate latte, ready!"
Said the annoying loud mouth barista as he placed my order on the counter. Could he be any more painstakingly irritating? I hissed in slight pain as I got up from my seat to retrieve my drink. It was warm, and as I took my first step I found it hard to keep myself from reeling backwards. Half an inch of foam on top made this drink heaven. It'd be safe to say that, as I sipped at my hot beverage, I was blissfully unaware of anyone around me. A past flame, perhaps? Or something better?