Kaiyuku

A young eleven year old boy stands in the middle of a street staring at a TV screen with a man with blue hair and black tips on his two longest bangs. The man’s eyes were one green and one blue with a light behind them that could make the coldest person feel warm. The young boy was completely captivated by the older man and the song he was singing. The words that came form his mouth were like a poem. A canvas of words was painted using the beat of the music and the elaborate stringing together of words. The young boy sighed in contentment as he looked back to the snow and grime covered streets. He turned to look back at orphanage which