Morocco - Touketsu Hisakata

Sighing, the white-haired boy departed from the train. He was a pretty boy, even if his eyebrows were knitted together. Why? God hates me? Why Africa? It's hot. It'd ruin my precious skin. Anyway, it's my job here to find the Innocence, not worrying about the looks. I got the suncream and this uniform to protect me though.

( This topic is only for me, so I could double, triple post, right? I'm gonna go to sleep, it's freaking 4am and I haven't done my studying *cries* )

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you can't make a double post nor a triple one. you can't post again after your post...
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Morocco... Morocco, where are they selling sweet? Hmm... It'd take a while to find. Hmm... Morocco and apple tree. I doubt there's a legend about this golden fruit. Let's just ask it out. Mumbling to himself, Hisakata wandered along the street, looking for confectionery's and greengrocer's. He thought that, even a golden apple is still a fruit, so it would be the best asking the shop keeper. The boy stepped inside a store, began choosing some strange-looking berries then walked to the casher. The finder wore his trademark smile as he started asking.

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You are NOT supposed to be the narrator. It is the administrator who will tell what happens and what not. You should be able to understand why. If not, know that if otherwise, members would finish their missions in a post or two and even obtain supernatural powers. I deleted the part which you made up, because 1 - you are not allowed to do so; 2 - I have something else in mind; 3 - you can never be sure if you and I think the same of the golden apple giving tree. I hope you understand this and never do it again.
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The old lady looked like his grandmother, mild and gentle. The boy smiled sweetly:

"Morning! I'd like to pick some berries, something there's only here." Hisakata followed the lady, began asking about the golden apple. "I've heard some one talking about the golden apple here. Do you know anything about it? Or, is there abnormal phenomenon happening around?"

"Well then, would you mind telling me the tale, please? I'm a little obsessed with fairy tales and myth and legend..." The brunette sprightly asked. "And do you know there's any farm nearby? I'd take your advice."

Grabbing his stuff, bidding thanks to the old lady, Hisakata started heading to the farm. In his inner world, he wondered was killing the dragon right. The brunette thought that there had to be some hidden matters. Why would the dragon take the risk giving the apples to the women? Did the prince really have to kill him? From where he came from, dragons weren't a cruel, blood-lust when compared with Western Europe myth. They were more the caring, sacred and mild creatures. Being the sympathetic person he is, the brunette couldn't help but feel uneasy towards this tale.

( @mariah: Oh, that's just my Hisa-chan's character. Being so hyper cause this problem. And, pwease, you are an admin, so do take care of your writing, spelling mistakes here and there *sweat drop* )

Blushing, the boy mentally scolded himself for being so obsessed in his own inner world that led to this stupid situation. Hisakata turned to face the old man, who was laughing - probably at him - which irritated him a little, not at the man but himself, as he replied.

"I'm okay. Please, stop laughing, it makes me feel uneasy. By the way, would you please show me the way to the farm? I've been heading there for quite some time now, it seems that I've taken a wrong path."

Dumbfounded, the boy blabbed: "Huh? Farm? Here? Huh? Really? Have I already walked for that long? Huh? Your farm? Bring me here? The fruit! An apple!"

"But still I wanna find it. Would you mind telling me the story? Or at least the tree's whereabouts? Did anyone ask you this before?"

"Do you have any information about the tree? And when did those people asked? What was your answer? Please, I need to know. This is really important."

Sighing in defeat, Hisakata bidded goodbye to the yelling man, heading to the train station. He sulked all the way, fidgeting on how Komui would act when he heard this. Though whatever the result was, he had to return to the Head Quater to report.