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A diminutive, Japanese man made his way down a familiar street. His destination for the past twelve months was always the same and always on the 1st. Except today was not like any other for it was the beginning of something greater for Taiyou.

A chime rang as he entered a dusty corner store. “Hello? Mr. Nakagawa? It’s Taiyou… Oh, hey Nakagawa-san.” Taiyou gave a wide smile at the sight of his usual cashier. Reaching into his shoulder bag, he pulled out a rectangular package. “Here’s my most recent work.” He untied the twine holding a swatch of cloth around his painting. Revealing the full canvas, he gave a proud grin as the old man surveyed his newest art piece.

“Well now, this is some great work here, Taiyou! This has to be your very best, actually! I’d say this should cover the final cost of that mirror.” The old man knew talent when he saw it; the paintings the younger Asian regularly provided would appreciate over time for a hefty sum.

“Really?! That’s awesome! That mirror is just too perfect for my new series! I gotta thank you for holding on to it this long.” Taiyou gave a grateful smile. He’d been dealing with the antique store for awhile, always putting paintings on layaway for the usual things he couldn’t outright afford. All his efforts over the past year were finally paying off and paying off big.

Rewrapping the canvas, Taiyou passed it over to the elderly, Japanese man. He bounced in place as Mr. Nakagawa processed the order; his excitement was hard to contain. He quickly read over his receipt and delivery slip. “Oh great! You can have ataşehir escort it over today?”

“Indeed, my nephew will bring it by personally. How’s 6 o’clock sound?”

“Perfect! I’ll be getting dinner ready by then so I should be home. Thanks so much Mr. Nakagawa! I’ll be back soon ’cause I see you’ve got a new writing desk in.”

“I’ll keep it in the storage room for you, so be back by next month, and we’ll talk business. Take care, kiddo. Thanks again.” He gave a wrinkled smile before wandering off to the other end of the store, investment painting in hand.

Taiyou was out of the shop in a hurry, heading for a hair bleaching appointment just up the street.

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Walking through his front door, both arms balancing sacks of fresh produce, Taiyou slid out of his shoes at the foyer before hustling to the kitchen. Unloading the bags of burden, he grabbed his cell as it was vibrating in his pocket.

“Hello…? Yeah, I’m home… Okay, awesome, just come on up… See ya!” Tossing his phone on the counter, he put away the perishables quickly. Soon enough, a knock came at the door.

“Hey Skylar! You can just leave it here; don’t want ya to have to untie those bad boys.” He noticed the teenagers work boots and their lengthy laces. Reaching into his pocket, Taiyou pulled out a $10 dollar bill and handed it to the kid. “Thanks, Sky! See ya next time!”

Waving goodbye with a shut of the door, Taiyou started to haul the heavy mirror to his studio. Clearing a path with a foot, he eventually leaned the monstrous avcılar escort antique against its designated wall. Wiping a moustache of sweat from his upper lip, Taiyou undid the fastenings holding a burlap fabric over the metal; it was protecting the frame from scratches during the move. About to pull away the cloth, Taiyou froze when his doorbell rang again.

With a pout, he was back in his foyer, opening the door. “Jirou? Hey man, come on in!” His best friend was standing with a smile and a twelve pack of cheap beer. “I was just about to start dinner so I guess I’ll leave the green peppers out for ya.”

“You know me so well, Tai. Love the new hair by the way.” Ditching his raggedy flip flops at the door, Jirou padded barefoot to setup camp in the living room.

“Thanks, bro.” Taiyou ran hand through his lightened tresses before grabbing up the box of Pabst and taking it to the kitchen. Cracking open two cans, he put the rest in the fridge before delivering a drink to his friend. “Put on Jeopardy, will ya?”

“Yeah~ you know I love that one!”

“That’s what your motha said last night, Trebek,” Taiyou shot back in his best Sean Connery impression.

Jirou snorted beer from his nose, sputtering through his laughter. “Your timing is DICK!”

“Or comic genius!” He headed back to the kitchen to work on his own beer while throwing together a decent meal for the evening. He had completely forgotten about the mirror in his studio.

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Twelve cans of domestic brew and a half bottle of sake later, the alanya escort two men were sprawled out on the couch, muttering barely coherent stories to one another.

Jirou’s head was spinning just slightly; not enough to throw up, but a hangover was assured come morning. “So how long have you been with that redheaded one now?”

“Probably forty-five minutes. We’re on an off so often, I can’t really keep track.” Karen. She was the opposite of what Taiyou wanted in a girlfriend but she was the only one, so far, who could put up with his bouts of artistic seclusion. He could often shut himself off from the world for two or even three weeks. Most girls didn’t take kindly to that sort of treatment. Karen was no exception, but she was a heroin junkie with a knack for crafting some twisted mixed media and understood the creative process. “So yeah, forty-five minutes is about right.”

Jirou sat up on his elbows to look at Taiyou on the other end of the couch. “Maybe you should break up with her…”

Rubbing his face in frustration, the same response as usual came from his lips. “I won’t sleep with you, Ji, so quite prodding at my relationship.” He gave his friend a soft kick in the shin before rolling off the couch. Standing on wobbly feet, he gave an exaggerated yawn, feigning tiredness. “I’m pooped, gonna hit the sack. Couch is all yours though.”

“Yeah, yeah, see ya later, then.” He often let himself out early the following morning to get to work.

Ruffling his friend’s hair, Taiyou went back to his studio and shut the door. Jirou fell asleep quickly when drunk, so he wouldn’t be disturbed during his creation time. Right then, let’s see this thing up close.

Turning on the overhead lights, the room flooded with white. Grabbing the cloth covering, Taiyou finally got a good look at the mirror.

Little did he know, it was looking back.

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