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It was beautiful day in the town of Jin'ta. The port-town's streets were bustling with activity, and the air was filled with the sound of people going about their day. The scent of the ocean mingled with the smell of fresh seafood. Seagulls wandered about as if they owned the place, squawking at each other and squabbling over unattended food. It was the kind of place that many people would never get to experience in their life- and yet for those who lived there, it seemed entirely mundane.

Aahva Chatterjee was one of those people. The silver haired boy walked down the docks, searching for someplace he could get lunch. He had skipped school that day, not wanting the other children to see the gash on his cheek he'd gotten the night before. A scab had already formed on the cut, but it still wasn't the kind of thing he could pass off as having gotten in a fight.

Finally, the boy found what he was looking for- a seafood stall. Aahva's eyes lit up- there was a bucket of crab legs on the stall counter. "Whoa! He has king crab?" he thought excitedly as he rushed towards the fisherman who ran it. "They never sell it this time of year! Where'd he get it?"

Aahva pulled his small coin purse out of pocket. "Hey, fish-man! How much for the crab legs?"

The man frowned. "It's "Sir". And they're eight bits each."

Aahva's eyes narrowed- his only had 6 bits in his purse. He crossed his arms. "Do you think I'm retarded or something? I'm not paying that much!"

"Then leave." the fishman said dismissively. "Nobody's making you- hey! Get back here!"

Aahva had snatched the bucket off of the counter, and was now running of with it. "Ha! As if I'm paying that much for your shitty food!" the boy thought as he sprinted down the docks. "Only foreigners are that- oof!"

Not looking where he was going, the boy ran into somebody and fell over. Crab legs scattered across the ground. "You fart-sniffing dipshit!" The boy cried as he looked up at whoever he'd crashed into. "Watch where you're going, asshole!"

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"Ow!" Hayate yelped, sprawled out on the ground--along with the pile of scrolls and books he had been dutifully carrying. Aching from the fall and the collision, he had been about to apologize--he hadn't really been able to see where he was going, for his stack went up past his nose--but then the other person started hurling abuse at him and--wait a minute.

He knew that voice.

Brushing his hair out of his eyes, he scowled at the brat. Oh yes, he definitely remembered that one, foul-mouthed little thing.

"You watch your language," he shot back, and mentally cursed himself. Wow. That wasn't lame at all. "It's unnecessary and crude and there's children around--you're a child! You--"

A voice cut in on his lecture, a male voice shouting "Thief! Stop him!" and Hayate's eyebrows climbed when he finally noticed the crab legs scattered around, his books and scrolls mixed among them (and some of them getting damp as a result). He shot a look to the boy.

"You didn't."
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"Wait..."

Aahva blinked, trying to remember where he'd seen this guy before. Was he a teacher? He sure scolded like one, that was for sure. Suddenly it came back to him, and the boy's nose wrinkled. That stuffy librarian guy actually went outside? Aahva had assumed he stayed cooped up with his scrolls 24/7!

The sound of voices from behind them shook the pretten from his thoughts. "No, I didn't!" he said quickly as he stood up. "You did!"

The boy would thrust the now empty bucket into the man's arms, and continue running down the dock...

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