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The following is a chapter of the developing fanfic:
It was a serene Sunday afternoon. Along the street, men and women were gathered together, walking hand in hand with their beloveds while viewing the blossoming flowers. The atmosphere was permeated with the refreshing aroma that had not merely attracted the people, but birds, bees and butterflies too. Turnips, chrysanthemum, hyacinths, lavenders, lilies; at least dozens kinds of plant species had joined the show and embellished the sunny day with bright colorful landscape they had formed.
Amongst the crowd, there was a certain couple. The gentleman was wearing a simple black suit with the outer coat buttoned neatly over his torso. His black jet hair was combed back and glistened under the sunlight. Setting off with his gallant charm was the elegant lady sauntering along with him. Her tan suit had reflected her austere character, but every time she smiled, her amicable feature would radiate like the mild sunshine. This might be the reason for the gentleman to be drawn all his attention to that lady. In fact, his eyes rarely looked on anything or anyone else besides her. He did beam, merely that once, when she looked back at him. That countenance of his remained unchanged as he made a short conversation with the lady, whose eyes later shifted away from her companion. Before the gentleman realized, she had already waltzed away. He immediately followed her. In that large multitude, it was conceivably that he would lose sight of her had he failed to catch her hand. There occurred a momentary stop. To her response, the lady turned around to see the tight clutch on her hand, gripped it, and proceeded to her course. The gentleman let her lead on getting through the throng of visitors as he did not seem to know where they were going. Fortunately, it did not take him long to find the answer. Awaited them ahead were all kinds of beautiful bouquets, setting decoratively around a wooden cart.
The gentleman stared at the bouquets in awe.
“Fascinating, isn’t it?” He heard a man said.
The gentleman did not response, simply because he found no word came out from his mouth.
Having to see the gentleman’s reaction, the elder man laughed, “Ha, ha, ha, ha! You’re not the first gentleman to be speechless in front of my bouquets.”
“Your bouquets?” The gentleman finally found his voice.
“Yes! Every single of them!” The elder man stroked his white beard. “From planting to arranging the flowers, they all are my masterpiece,” he said proudly.
“Your craftsmanship is undeniably superb.”
“Many people said that. So, what in the world for a young bachelor like you rambling here alone?”
The gentleman chuckled, slowly raised his hand. The long sleeve of his outer coat shrunk slightly as to reveal the back of his hand, as well as the sparkling golden ring which was fit comfortably on the ring finger. “I’m married,” He radiated the bliss of happiness as he spoke. He subsequently looked to his right, implicitly signing for the elder man to bring his eyes to the cart. There stood a woman. She was the lady with the gentleman a moment ago. “That beautiful lady over there,” said the gentleman, “is my wife.”
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“Young master!” Running, a servant called. His voice was, unfortunately, muffled by the multitude. “Young master! Where are you?” He called again. Still, no one answered his call. The servant took an abrupt stop. With his knees bent, he stroked his chest. “Where are you, young master?” He hove out. Right at the moment he was about to lose hope, a familiar human contour loomed out from the stream of people. The servant stared at the figure for a few seconds. “Young master!” He blinked, back straightened in an instant. Without delay, he started off with a bolt, only came to rest when he reached to a young man.
“I have been looking for you for the whole day,” said the servant, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief that was produced from his pocket. “Young master, do you know that a man at fifty like me couldn’t run as quick as you? Please don’t do that again.” He gushed over his complaint, realized later that his presence seemed to be unnoticed. “Young master? What are you looking at?”
“Such a dazzling beauty. I wonder who she is,” the young man said.
“Who?” The servant took off his spectacles, cleaned it with the handkerchief in his hand, and wore it. It was the same time he realized that his master had walked off. “Wait for me, young master!”
The old man peered. At first, he saw the lady with a posy of roses in her hands. Eyes closed, she breathed in the scent of fresh roses as her long blond hair streaming in the wind.
“You are one lucky man,” the old man commented. When he turned around, he noticed that the lady was gone. “Where did she go?” The old man glanced along the bouquets and made a swirl. The lady had vanished into thin air, so did the gentleman.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The young man walked as quickly as he could, but was hindered by the massive flow of people which he was facing against. The lady, his mind cried out. Squeezing himself into the tiny gaps between the human blocks, the young man found himself farther and farther away from the person he was trying to reach. As if she knew that he was following her, the lady hastened her pace as she breezed through the crowd with ease, unlike her pursuer. One turn she took, into an alley, became his final glimpse of her mythical existence. That would have thwarted his determination but it did not. Instead, it fired up all his strength, allowing him to dash off from people to people in an instant.
It was an alley. That was right. But there was no sign of that lady he was after a while ago. In fact, it was pitch black in that alley. He looked behind. The street remained bustling with motor vehicles and busy people. The buildings surrounding him indicated that he had been led out of the flower festival. The young man was amazed of how far he had travelled to come all the way there. He sighed. The lady was gone. Maybe it was a call for him to give up. However, there was a voice inside of him that told him to walk into the darkness. It was alluring and it had nothing to deal with the lady. The young man blamed his innate curiosity. With great caution, he grouped around feeling his way but to trip and hit by fallen objects. He mourned, stood up, fell again when he stepped on another obstacle. “Boxes…” he grumbled. It took him almost a minute before his eyes was blinded by the bright sunshine. Out of reflex, he flung his arm to block the light and moved a few steps forward. The next thing he realized was sitting on the concrete lane, his back aching badly.
The young man shook his head trying to recall what happened. It seemed like he had been tossed to the wall. “That hurt!” He complained. Someone was closing in, towering the young man with its gigantic stature. The young man raised his head and gulped. He could not see the face but he could tell that it was a man – a big guy. The giant’s silhouette revealed numerous heaps on the shoulders and arms. That information was more than enough for the young man to draw a mental picture of the giant’s figure.
“How detestable!” The young man heard the giant howling at him. His voice had a high tone like a tenor. “A handsome lad like you preying on beautiful females?! Of all despicable men I have encountered, you are the lowest!” The giant grabbed the young man’s shoulders with his big hands and lifted him up and high in the air.
“Wait a minute—”
Before the young man could finish his sentence, he was thrown hard, once again, onto the road. “Ah!” The young man groaned in pain. “Are you trying to kill me?” He growled. “Help! Someone!”
His cry was in vain. There was no one nearby, strangely enough.
“No sense of guilt. Looks like you need more artistic guide.” The giant drew back his arm and clenched his fist, the other hand reaching out and grabbed on the young man’s shirt.
The young man raised both his arms, ready to receive the blow. To his surprise, it did not reach him.
“He’s not the one we want.” He heard a female voice said.
The young man lowered his arms, hesitantly, to see who the woman was. Blond hair and tan suit. She was the lady he had been looking for and yet the woman standing before him did not radiate the same attraction which he found on the lady at the flower festival. Her stare was cold and her face was as rigid as stone. Later, the young man realized that all eyes were on him.
“But this man is very suspicious,” the giant commented. “He couldn’t be planning anything good.”
“I am not as suspicious as a half-naked man who just treated me as a sand bag, am I?” The young man retorted.
The giant and the lady opened their eyes wide.
Watching their expression, the young man smirked.
The lady sighed. “Sir?”
“Please excuse me,” The giant said immediately, turned around, and walked away as fast as he could.
The young man snickered as he watched the giant left awkwardly. He swore that he saw the giant’s face turned red. As he was having his joy, a hand appeared in front of him. His eyes then found the lady with her knees bent, stooping down and smiling at him. It was the same angelic face that infatuated him.
“Give me your hand.” The lady said.
“I’m quite heavy.” The young man said bashfully.
“Don’t worry. It’s just a lift.”
The young man dithered again, but caught the hand nonetheless. There was not even a second for him to ready, he was already up on his feet. “Thank you,” he said.
“You’re welcome.” The lady later bowed to him. “I apologize for what happened just now.”
“Please don’t, ma’am. I shouldn’t have followed you. I’m sorry.”
“Lieutenant Hawkeye! Major Armstrong!” They heard.
“If there is nothing else,” she said, “you may leave.” There, she bolted away, and was seen joining by the giant.
“Wait!” The young man called, in hope that she would at least look back to him. But, she did not.