Once there was a boy named nitori,he was unlike the others. Nitori was different. He was distant. He had a bad aura or so people said. Nitori was very strange he only talked to...well i never understood what he talked to he would always talk to an empty space even if no one was there. He would laugh by himself.
Yet when people approached him he would turn cold and rudely push everyone away. People always stared at him as if he did something wrong! As if he weren't even a human! I remember Nitori because of one thing. His ribbons. Each day he would wear a different color. Blue,red,black,purple. Although they weren't the brightest of colors he loved them. As if they were the most valuable thing in the world. To him they were. To him they were... I was never his friend. He was like me. An outsider. I only watched him. Always inventing things. He would never talk. He would never really talk to anyone. Nitori......Nitori....Nitori. I was his shadow. Not litteraly of course. But i followed him were ever he went. I'd watch him real closely.
Nitori i loved.