Random Thoughts of a Random Person

Drabble 1 - 5.8.10 11:48 PM EST

More or less just a bit about Mitsuho, one of my characters. It's also a description of his home.

I don't post drabbles in the Library unless it's a collection. xP Speaking of which, I should update the collection I started.

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The door of the old apartment creaked open slowly as Mitsuho returned from his early-morning Sunday job. He had the rest of the day off, unlike the rest of the week. He had to work constantly just to get some food for himself and his sister.

He carefully made his way up the termite-ridden stairs, a subtle reminder of how he could stay there without paying rent. There was no rent to pay - the place had been deserted for years before three homeless people moved in. Mitsuho had joined them later.

Mitsuho winced as the stairs creaked. He just knew they were going to break one day. The paint was peeling off the walls and there were holes in the floors - he didn't even know whether the walls were going to fall in or not. The ominous booming of thunder didn't help matters at all - the coming rain was definitely going to leak through even the "patches" Mitsuho had put up.

As Mitsuho made his way through a hall, he passed by the tall, lanky figure of Kazumi. As always, Kazumi's long, white hair fell around his shoulders, ending at about the middle of his upper arm. The albino was wearing the same overly large black shirt with an unbuttoned collar and blue jeans he wore every day. Mitsuho wondered when those clothes would finally fall off; Kazumi was skinny enough for it.

Kazumi waved and flashed his teeth as he passed by. Mitsuho nodded in greeting. After only a few more seconds of walking, he found his room and entered. No one ever bothered locking the doors there.

"Hey, Mitsuho!" Predictably, Shunya and Hitoshi were watching Harumi. Shunya was a hardworking, broad-shouldered man with a goatee, wearing an unbuttoned, soft-yellow shirt over a green T-shirt, along with a loose blue tie and black pants. He was just a head taller than Mitsuho and a head shorter than Kazumi.

Hitoshi was a relatively mysterious man wearing a strangely-formal suit, complete with a red tie, as well as thinly-framed glasses. He was a few centimeters taller than Shunya, but had a thinner and more fragile frame. The fact that he had such nice clothing implied that he used to be somebody a long time ago.

Harumi smiled up at Mitsuho. He couldn't help but smile back at his six-year-old sister - in spite of their hardships, she never stopped smiling. There were days that Mitsuho even envied Harumi for that fact.

More thunder sounded, and shortly after, sheets of rain fell on the roof. There was no steady drumming; there was a constant downpour. It hardly took any time for the roof to start dripping.

Harumi put a hat over her long hair and black hairband. She hated getting her hair wet when it wasn't bathtime. Taking off her necklace, she put a coat on over her green dress. She pocketed the golden charm of the necklace, not really noticing that the string was hanging out of her pocket.

She looked up at Mitsuho, smiling. "Guess you got home just in time!"

Mitsuho nodded, smiling back. "Yeah... I guess I did."

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Derp. I'd write more, but it's almost time for FMA. 'Sides, I can't think of anything anyway. xD;

Over and out!
Kiara

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