~Flashback~
“Hey wait up Hyoma” Young Ginga yelled chasing a young Hyoma. “Catch me if ya can!” Hyoma laughed. Hyoma began to climb a bold Green leaf evergreen árbol Ginga followed, but por then Hyoma was at the end of the only árbol branch. “Betcha can’t come over here!” Hyoma commented. “Wanna bet!” Ginga shot back running across the branch, but slipping and falling off the árbol in the process; falling face first. “Oh No, are tu ok Ginga?” a worried Hyoma asked. Ginga spit some césped, hierba outta his mouth. “Yeah” Ginga dicho barely managing to get up and smile. “Hey Ginga, Ginga, Ginga, Ginga” Hyoma repeated.
~End Flashback~
“Ginga, Ginga!” Madoka dicho shaking Ginga’s shoulder. Ginga jumped slightly. Ginga was surprised at first, but then became serious. They both looked at each other stern now. “Um…Madoka?” Ginga asked. “Yeah?” Madoka responded, a bit confused. “I wanna mostrar tu something…” Ginga claimed. “Oh, ok” Madoka agreed while nodding, still a tiny bit confused
-Outside-
They both ran a parte superior, arriba speed. Madoka began to pant and let her hands rest on her knees. “Wait a segundo Ginga, where the hell are tu taking me anyway?” Madoka asked. “You’ll see” Ginga responded lifting Madoka up for a piggy-back-ride.
“There it is” Ginga smiled. Madoka awed and stared at the rather big and old tree, yet it maintained its sturdiness. Ginga let Madoka off his back and put her down gently. He then began to climb the tree. He had a better grip sense he was younger. Madoka took a last look at the árbol before taking Ginga’s hand which welcomed her up the tree.
They both walked onto the only branch on the tree. Ginga was smart this time and kind of tight-rope walked on it. Then they both sat down. Madoka looked down and let out a slight yelp. “Yeah tu might not wanna look down” Ginga added. “That’s an understatement!” Madoka claimed. “Why did tu bring me up here anyways?!” Madoka added. Ginga looked up thinking of what to say first.
“The story begins when I was little, when I still lived here in Koma…” Ginga began.
~Flashback~
“You shouldn’t play on that tree, Ginga” Ginga’s mom scolded. “But mommy, I amor that tree!” A little Ginga complained. “I don’t care, don’t play on that tree! That’s final!” Ginga’s mom yelled. Ginga frowned as if about to cry.
~End Flashback~
“Somehow I managed to keep climbing this tree… Without having my mom catch me.” Ginga added. Madoka seemed to be drawn to Ginga’s story it was either that o the fact his flaming red hair seemed to shimmer in the sunset.
Ginga looked at Madoka. “Madoka…” Ginga said. “Huh?” Madoka asked snapping back to conciseness. “What were tu looking at?” Ginga asked. Madoka’s eyes widened and she coughed something into a fist. “Excuse me?” Ginga continued. Madoka coughed into her fist again. “I can’t hear you, Madoka” Ginga exclaimed getting closer. “Your hair…” Madoka whispered. “My hair? What about it?” Ginga asked. “Nothing it’s just… the way it shimmers in the sunset…” Madoka commented. “You mean tu were…?” Ginga asked. They both paused and Madoka nodded. They both remained still not a single feather could distract them until they leaned in… and kissed.
