I, Jinu Hideyoshi, am afraid of nothing, some will joke and say they fear nothing, but I truly fear nothing; for I am fearless. 'Fear comes from a displacement of trust,' words I hold dear from my teacher, the great and wise Captain Blank. It was a famous radio broadcast six months ago. I was their biggest fan, for no one could claim to have listened to all ninety hours of perfect wisdom other than I. I am good friends with most on the island, everyone in Pink Isle seems to adore me, which brings me to a serious issue. My birthday, I shall be aging in the coming week. To most this is a good thing, but here comes the issue; I am so deeply loved that I fear a stampede will meet me at my ceremony. Not that I fear harm or death, rather I worry as to the dangers that my fans will have on each other.
So I have devised a great plan, my friend Jeanne has a spooky demeanor, he will be the perfect birthday clown. With his help I will scare my fans into acting straight. It's foolproof, hah, I am a genius. To achieve this plan's success I must acquire my clown. So I set off to Jeanne de Paris's home. His family lives on the good side where many nice looking people reside, like the Xykens and Vintraliastors. I run as fast as I can in my very nice clothes that I acquired from Sister Andromeda. By the half way point I felt that I was too fast for my own good and chose to sit and let the time pass, because I didn't want to be too early, obviously. After sitting for a few minutes, just passing the time, I continued my run at a slightly slower pace of course; no need to arrive at light speed. That would be quite dangerous, and I'm a considerate guy, yes very considerate.
Jeanne's home was like a steel fortress, pure white with no decorative flair. It was quite peculiar, but not bad I suppose. I knocked on a door unnecessarily large, with a wide smile I was pleasantly greeted by Jeanne's sister. Oddly enough I could tell something was off.
"You're not human?" I let slip from my lips. Covering my mouth as quickly as I could, I swiftly bowed, "I'm deeply sorry, I meant no insult, I'm really sorry. Please forgive me!" I didn't bother to look up, but I felt like she was giving me a disgusted look.
"Jeanne, your weird friend is here." She quickly left as Jeanne's tall figure replaced hers. He was tall, really tall, like super tall, way taller than me. Sometimes I wonder if his neck hurts having to look at me. I'm not insecure about my height, for I fear nothing, but if I could be slightly taller that wouldn't be so bad.
"Do you need something…Jinu?" Jeanne asked me with his deep and raspy voice.
"I want you to be my clown," I replied. His face masked with his long hair made it difficult for me to see his expression.
"A clown?"
"Yes, for my birthday."
"I thought you didn't have a birthday?"
"Ah…" I didn't really know what to say. It was somewhat true, for my birthday was the day Sister Andromeda had found me. It was still a day I should celebrate even if my parents did not want me. "Well, um I'm celebrating one this time, and I would like it if you were my clown."
"I see…"
"So how bout it?"
After acquiring the entertainment I needed to send invites. Although everyone knew the date, it would obviously be rude to show up uninvited, no one would like to do that. So to not make it so embarrassing for my desperate fans, I plan to hand cards all across the island. Step one, get a bike. Bikes are rare, hard to find, harder to obtain. I have an idea of how I will acquire one, leave it to me. Genius obtained from the forsaken Blue Isle. By the beach known as Orie's Face, scrap is left constantly by the good people. This is where I shall obtain it, the parts for the bike. One thing I am great at is building stuff, as so many other great skills I possess.
A hill of rubbage was all for my taking, I couldn't stop my laughter, my joy could not be contained. Here I would thrive, but I was too late. For one of the five most dangerous people on the island was right in front of me. Joe Boi, the…I don't remember, but he was a dark skinned guy who looked real tough. Not like I was scared, but I felt it best to leave him alone and walk the opposite direction, until he spoke.
"Lookin' for something?" He asked.
"P-parts for a bicycle," I said with my chest held high.
"Parts? That won't be necessary, here, you can just have mine."
"Huh?"
"We got two more at home, so I'll just give you this one. Looks like you need it more than me."
"You must be one of them good people. Tch, always the good people." I wasn't trying to be rude, no I was quite thankful, so why could I not say 'thank you.'
"Haha, maybe. Take care, blue boy." I saw him walk off the beach, then I noticed as he walked up the hill of stone. Barefoot and ragged, he was like me, and I just made him walk home barefoot. Why was he there by the scraps? I couldn't try to learn why. I didn't want to, it may be what they call pride, but I did not let myself succumb to such negative thoughts. For I am amazing, I am the great Jinu Hideyoshi, born for greatness.
I rode in the coming week, I kept on riding, sending flyers for my party to come. Quickly it arrived and my fans understood the assignment, for they caused no commotion. Only my most loyal subjects arrived. Jeanne the clown, his long hair draping over his clown mask. He wasn't even in uniform, just his typical black get-up.
"Hahaha, Sister, it looks as if the clown was unnecessary…"
"Jinu, fret not…" Sister tried to comfort me, for some reason. This feeling was unlike any other, for the first time in my awesome life I felt it. Is this what they call terror? That clown mask, I cried at the site of, not for my fear of it. I fear nothing. So why do I cry?
"Sister, I know we have nothing, but if I could have something it would be what they have," I said as I pointed to the mountain side. Green with towering buildings. As I live in filth I wonder if anyone loves me. "Would you adopt me Sister?"
"I'm sorry Jinu, for I can not."
"I know…"
"My father's calling me, is my job done?"
"Yes child, you may leave when you wish…" Sister Andromeda said, but she may have whispered more to Jeanne. I'm not sure. The first time I celebrate my birth, not even on the right day, with only a figure obligated to take care of me. A friend more like a robot, with no gifts or food. As I look to our dusty windows I can see my reflection. I'm one of the bad guys. I wish upon this day I call my birthday, may love find me, companionship, a family I can call my own. Let clowns be my sign to never forgo this wish, this day. I hate clowns.
That night I went to sleep, waking up to a day like any other. It was like any other, and yet I couldn't stop smiling.