Fantasy Narrative Essay

It was a close to ending day in Ikebukuro. The sun was slowly beginning to rest on the horizon as the hustle and bustle still continued. It was a very city-like atmosphere as always and though it could be considered as a bunch of noises being emanated from cars, people and a lot of other things, to one particular informant who was walking down the streets of this said city, it was his paradise. This man loved humans, or so he says, so it could only be logical that in a place such as this he would find it absolutely wonderful.

As he continued on, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself. He loved this town and he was in a rather chipper mood. And though it was quite common for him to act this way, his spirits were much higher than usual and as he walked and sometimes skipped down the cement, he awaited the moment where his day would become perfect.

“Izaaaayaaaaaa!!!!! ” came a boisterous voice, followed by a stop sign flying through the air and barely missing the informant by a few inches. Well, it seems that he’s right on time. ”

Said the informant while he turned his head in the direction the yell had come from. “You damn flea! I thought I told you to stay out of Ikebukuro! This whole city stinks when you’re around! ” yelled the blonde who was obviously angry as he clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. He glared at the other with fueling hatred, wishing he could punch him right in the nose, but he knew better than anyone that it would just end as a failed attempt.