Planetes
1.b. Memories in Firework Festival (edited)

A new year has arrived and Elliot has just finished with all the work that makes him tired. This is the third day in January, automatically counted a bit late to do Hatsumode and such.

"Is it still possible?" he mutters.

The twin legs he stepped into the nearest temple. Who knows, the bentala can still do the mandatory event of the new year.

His net caught the existence of a figure who was not foreign to him. Although Elliot rarely invites this man to talk, but he knows him.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Shion. It just so happened to meet you here," he greeted the man, Shion. "Do you want to visit the temple too?"

Shion who again set foot here. The past, the memories are too hard to forget. The busy menjaka was silent looking at the rows of stairs that continued to be stepped on by the visitors.

Until his name is called to make the man in black glasses look. Looks like he's too late with his daydreams to realize he's called, eh?

Of course Shion knew Elliot because they were in the same apartment. They are even next to him.

"I'm not sure." I don't know why Elliot caught the anxiety in the tone of this hero's voice. "From just looking at people passing by. What about you?"

Shion lifted a few inches of her glasses slightly down from where she perched.

"Oh, I'm also waiting for a fireworks show." so late response to Elliot's question some time ago.

The eighth planet of the solar system was stunned for a moment. He just wants to do the mandatory agenda in the new year.

Although Elliot is not sure whether the sequence is correct or not.

"I want to know my luck this year" what is his name? "Omikuji or whatever it is I don't know what it's called."

Long life does not guarantee that he knows everything. Here's for instance.

"Fireworks?" Elliot glanced towards the sky. "I think it's still quite a long time, Monsieur. What if we pull our luck first?"

Not just pleasantries, but he did want to invite Shion to know his luck through prophecy. Even though he himself can do it, anyway. It's just that he uses tarot cards as a medium.

Omikuji's. Of course Shion had visited him and it really still stuck to the mind.

"really. His name is Omikuji."

Sahut Shion confirmed this one man's speech and was seen pulling the arm of his black coat on the left for a moment; showing the time showing at 11:45 local time.

"Yes, I think it's still a long time."

Teach it was initially responded to doubt by menjaka dressed all in black it—Shion. After quite a while of thought, it finally nodded its head in approval.

"Yes already. Although I myself am not sure of that luck."

Shion sniffed his shoulders; presumably lacking in belief in the matter considering that he was not a human being but an angel of death. The speech made Elliot's forehead wrinkle. Is there something wrong with that sentence?

He subconsciously looked at his own appearance at this moment. Come to think of it, the clothes she wore were unlike most people in winter. Where is anyone who only wears shirts and trousers without wearing a coat or the like in this cold air?

But since Elliot is not human, he feels he doesn't need any of it. Moreover, its nature is a planet with extreme weather.

"If not wrong," Elliot spread his gaze around the place. Means finding a location where people usually attract Omikuji. "...on there."

Elliot's Deriji pointed at a place. It is said to be smaller than the main temple. However, the place was somehow crowded by visitors.

Most of them are women. Neptune—or commonly known in the human world as this Elliot, paid no heed to the strange gazes people had towards him. It is not actually a human being, but a planetary incarnation.

"Don't do that, who knew Monsieur had good luck, right?"

His thinking is really positive. I don't know what's underlying him saying that.

As they chatted, the queue grew less and less. So he and Shion get closer to Omikuji.

"You want me first or Monsieur first?" ask him to Shion.

Just above the stairs on the right side of the main temple. This one man's speech was only replied by Shion with a momentary beard. Then the two climbed the stairs while Elliot continued to chatter and finally the queue shortened. Their turn will come soon.

"You go first." Shion gave me the answer.

Good fortune? Shion was not expecting it at all. Or rather, not believing too much. That thing.everything is set. Destiny decides and man determines in the future.

Actually Elliot isn't the type to talk a lot. However, this situation was enough to make him feel comfortable to invite someone to have a conversation. In this case, Elliot invites Shion to speak.

He also did not mind Shion's response in the form of head nods. At least his words are still being heard.

"Well," Elliot took his paper and looked at it. "Oh."

It says 'blessing'. Is this going to be a good start to the year?

"Blessing." he showed the paper to Shion.

Blessings. Good luck for such a draw according to Shion.

This time it was his turn to try to test his luck. After a long time of silence looking at each fold of paper. One of them was pulled and Shion immediately opened the paper.

Sue-sho-kichi; little luck in the future. He just showed the sheet of paper on the side.

"One less fortunate step."

Actually Elliot does not understand why he can get the luck he thinks is good. However, Elliot was not a believer in divination or anything like that.

Ignore him who is a tarot reader. It does this on the basis of 'doing a mandatory new year' agenda'. But Elliot won't impose his views on anyone else.

"Mon dieu," his habit of being surprised even sticks out to the surface. "I think it's still lucky, really."

Elliot intended to encourage the man.

"Nde, do you want to pray first?" deriji the bentala pointed towards the main temple.

Flicked his shoulders and immediately folded back the paper Shion was holding into his pants pocket.

Shion paled and looked towards the rows of visitors lining up with a small sigh; quite crowded.

"Come."

Yeah, it looks like it took ten minutes. Waiting for the fireworks to start.

The eighth planet of the solar system passes a small rarity. It's not evasive. Shion's words have a point.

"Hopefully this year will be a good year for you, Monsieur."

Elliot patted the familiar man's shoulder. Then the red netra again combed the location where they are currently. The twin legs then carried themselves towards the main temple and stood at its altar.

Elliot is not a Shintoist, nor any other religion on earth. He is not an atheist either.

He accepted all kinds of trust. Whatever it is.

His hand then grabbed the large rope connected to the bell on the altar, shaking it for a moment before clapping his hand 2 times.

Pray to everyone in the temple to bless him.

Elliot glanced at Shion. Did the man pray?

The increasingly eroded queue brought the two to the front of the altar. The previous remarks were only avenged by the calmness of a Shion.

"Yes, I hope."

One hand was directed into the pocket of the pants, when both of them had been faced with the altar where people often sounded it first just pray, but Shion did not do it and was seen issuing a silver macrame in the palm. Staring at the thing softly then grasping it tightly.

"Ήθελα απλώς να σε γνωρίσω, 爱.''

He whispered and was seen ducking in front of the altar for a moment and waiting for Elliot to finish praying.

In silence, the ears of the planet heard the whisper of the galih clearly. Foreign language. Elliot didn't know it because his memory of such things eroded over time.

If events and such, Elliot can still remember until now. Time passed and the eighth planet re-strapped its head.

Then Elliot turned his head towards the hero who had been with him.

"Is it time for fireworks?" Elliot asked with enthusiasm.

Hearing his enthusiasm for the long-haired master by his side, Shion immediately stepped out of the queue first and saw a watch draping nicely on his left wrist.

"Almost. Five more minutes, let's get down and go to the field around here. You want to come?" shion asked while slipping back the silver macrame in his pants pocket; the only lucky thing for him. Yeah, that's what he thinks.

Speaking of long hair, Elliot had never extended his hair for a long time. He just replaced his figure with the figure of 'other himself' because he wanted to escape from the past.

Doing so is not difficult because Elliot only lives to adjust to changes in his main body. Simplest.

"Oui, of course, Monsieur," he immediately nodded his head.

Don't want to waste any more time watching the beautiful sparks of colorful sparks in the sky there. That's the goal, right?

"I also wanted to capture it with a photo." Elliot pointed at the camera in his hand.

The camera in the long-haired man's grip was also an explanation that was only awarded a slow nod from Shion.

"so."

How long hasn't Shion been taking pictures? After that time. The camera has rarely accompanied him to go to some of the best spots that people often talk about. She chose to focus on work after the incident. Beautiful dreams that bring out the grip of separation and kill the feelings that exist.

"Let's go.." he said then stepped in first to get off.

Ever since Elliot left the hospital and changed his appearance to this long-haired figure, he has almost never been separated from his camera. Whether it's a digital camera, a DSLR camera, or anything like that. Deepening a field far from his interest.

Doesn't mean Elliot has forgotten the place that made him so fond of earthling. It's just that the trauma of earthling's death looms and Elliot often feels afraid to go back there.

Even to return to his previous form alone Elliot did not dare. As cowardly as he was trying to escape from reality.

Shion's words touched him to the conscious. Ah, apparently Elliot had been daydreaming for too long.

"Oui," her twin legs carried themselves following Shion.

Looking for a good place to take photos. Thank goodness Elliot was able to get a lot of photos.

"Beautiful" Elliot saw the many sparks blooming in the sky through his camera lens.

One photo. Two photos. Up to 20 photos were taken from the festival. Not to forget the photo of his friend this—Shion, he also took.

Shion and Elliot immediately set foot down the street; it didn't take long. Both in silence reached their destination, and the man immediately took photos of sparks glowing in the sky endlessly with his camera when the clock showed the turn of the year. Shion immediately won her silver makrame to attend the new year's event that night.

"You like it?" muttered Shion whispered while smiling at the silver makrame in his grasp, until unconscious the man who enlivened the year event with him, was capturing his picture secretly.

Years had changed, and sparks were still blooming in the night sky. A sight Elliot wouldn't see in his real body. Planets that are still revolving in the solar system with the sky that always dripped with diamond rain.

Elliot put his hand on his left chest. This human body Elliot obtained when he set foot on earth. But his current form is not his original form. Elliot simply changed his form into a long-haired blue-cute guy who wanted to escape the past.

"Mon Dieu" he said without a sound.

As the years have changed, Elliot must do something to make peace with his past. Decision he made.

He stared at the dark barley beside him and said.

"Monsieur, thank you for accompanying me to visit the temple and watch the fireworks. I must return to my place now."

There's something Elliot has to do after this. Therefore he must hurry immediately.

"Our revoir, Monsieur. (See you, Mr.)" after saying that, Elliot immediately left the place. Leaving Shion still trapped under the colorful light of the fireworks.

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