Revised Kenshiki RP [complete]

Kenshiki sat on the front porch of his new home, and watched as birds flew by. He thought about leaving and returning to his old village many times, but he knew that would only get him into trouble and hurt his old friends there. A cardinal landed and the mailbox and stared at Kenshiki for a time. He thought about shooing it away, but before he could get up it flew away. Kenshiki sighed he thought of the cardinal as ironic. For the longest time Kenshiki wanted to leave the old village and broaden his horizons, but now being forced away from his home he is longing to return, but knows that, that is impossible. Kenshiki then rose from his chair, and walked around his house to the garage. He entered the garage, and without turning on a light, or waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he went to the object in the center, and removed the covering.

An urban camo-painted four-wheeler sat there. The four-wheeler was approximately four feet tall; sitting on 17 in. tires. Kenshiki had been working on it since before he moved, but it was still inoperable, and would be until he figured out why. He sighed once again, covered it up, and then left the garage, not sure why even went to look at it. Instead of returning to the porch, he decided that he should walk around and left for the nearby store. Kenshiki hadn't any money on him, but figure this would take his mind off of the events that happened just a few days ago.

Kenshiki arrived and the market, to find that it was utterly empty of customers, in fact there was only a single person in the 100 ft. store. Kenshiki half smile, half frowned; he didn't have to deal with anyone this way he thought as he entered and went up and down the aisles, barely aware of the objects on display. Kenshiki heard a bell, and looked up to see, a young woman enter the store, and move towards the back of the store.

Kenshiki guessed she was between 18-22 years of age, just like he was. She wore a simple purple dress that went down below her knees and some old sandals. Kenshiki also noted that her hair was an unusual shade of blue-black, and her purse she wore over her left shoulder was black.

“Umm, excuse me.” She said to Kenshiki. Hearing a voice Kenshiki jumped a little and realized he been standing there in her way. When he jumped she giggled and Kenshiki face turned red, as he moved out of the way. “Thank you sir, I’m Ayane.” Ayane Kenshiki thought, it was a name that seemed to suite her, and hearing said in her voice mad it even better. “You are?”

“Uhh, Kenshiki” Kenshiki said really fast wishing he could observe her from a distance rather than up close. Ayane smiled and went back to her shopping, leaving Kenshiki standing there. Ayane then turned, walked a few steps toward Kenshiki and said, “you moved into the house down the street right?” Kenshiki was confused for a second, wonder how she knew that then remembered that this was a small town so when something happens, word spreads like wild fire. He nodded once to answer her question.

Before he realized what he was doing he blurted out, “If you want to stop by sometime, for some tea, my schedule is open.” Ayane smiled and nodded once before leaving. Kenshiki felt good for the first time since leaving his old. Freshly rejuvenated, Kenshiki left the store to work on his four-wheeler.

Kenshiki entered his garage and saw the four-wheeler right where he had left it covered up. He then proceeded to uncover it, and had a thought. If it isn’t starting because the fuel isn’t moving like it should, then there is probably a blockage.[ /i] With a new found enthusiasm Kenshiki went to work attempting to fix the possible problem. [i] well, Kenshiki thought, this is the eleventh hour, either all that work will pay off or it was all for naught. Kenshiki shivered at the thought of it still not working, but, he grabbed the key from the table, and put it in the ignition. He held his breath at this point, and was frozen for a second, but found the courage to turn the key. He heard it whining, but then he heard it turn over and start purring like an American made, gasoline engine should. Kenshiki jumped up once and said, “Praise the lord.”