Ichiyou

In Tokyo's most popular train station, stood Ichiyou. As he travelled from the platform to the concrete pillars, he began to think of his past. His straight black hair fell to his jawline, blurring his sight. While inconvenient, he preferred to hide his eyes, to convey a mysterious appearance. His eyes, deep green in colour. "4.44am? What a weird time for a train to arrive" he thought while shaking his head. Deciding to wait it out, he sat on the bench.There was a strange familiarity to the air. Ichiyou, usually unfased by the cold, felt the chill of tiny spiders running up his back. He searched for other passengers but he was still alone. He preferred his own company to that of others. Perhaps this lone wolf mentality is what brought him to the train station. Images of a once full station platform filled his head. A woman, beautiful and slim, held her son's hand as both awaited a train. Her long, shiny, brown hair flowed past her shoulder as she slowly faded away. Leaving her son alone. The kid looked young, about 6 years of age. His big blue eyes, complimented with messy black hair, hid his emotions from the world. A trait one might say he inherited from his father. Ichiyou opened his eyes and returned to reality. The place the child once stood, reduced to cipher. His eyes widened as the silence deafened him. Collecting his composure he checked the time; "4.56?! The train is late" to Ichiyou's surprise he tried to think of a logical reason for the moratorium. Looking for any sign of a train, he made his way to the edge of the platform. Nothing. No light, no sound of rumblin wheels, no screeching brakes.