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The salty taste of ocean tang drifted against the breeze and against Kizoku's face, the light air wafting up waves to roll upon the shore. It was a pleasant day as the sun stood high above the clouds, flickering out rays in the bright blue sky. The Pocky boy gave a content sigh. Once again, he was left to his lonesome as his mother was away with her sick mother. He had taken the free opportunity again to escape from his babysitter's gaze and enjoy the day to have fun.

The boardwalk was pretty lone, the appearance of an embodiment here or there as the bought ice cream or tried their hand at knocking down a trio of stacked milk bottles. Kizoku sighed again. Even though he wanted to have fun, there was nothing fun to do. Leaning his weight upon the palms of his hands, he leaned forward on the banister to look out upon the sea. Can't something exciting occur to rid him of his boredom?

Shrugging and removing himself from the banister, Kizoku shoved his hands in his pockets and rolled his shoulders. Maybe he'd take a walk? That was better than nothing.

So . . . he wasn't expecting his anger to be raised several notches as the stone plunked on his noggin. He wasn't expecting himself to throw a tantrum and shift backwards on his weight over the bar and go tumbling onto the sand below. He wasn't expecting himself to yell obscene words to whoever the mischievous persona was, nor was he expecting himself to realize crabs don't like butts in their faces.

As the Pocky Boy raced around in a haste clutching at him bum, he searched for whoever the evil doer was. "Show yourself!" he screamed into the distilled air, wondering who it was that ruined his almost-great-of-a-day day.