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Rain poured down, showering you below. You stood at the bus-stop, holding an umbrella keeping you fairly dry. The bus sign next to you was weathered and rusted.
Its metallic scent wafted to your nose, making you slightly cringe to the strong smell.

"Why is this bus always late?" you thought.

It's the same every day. You, standing next to an old and rusty bus stop sign, waiting for the bus to finally arrive. In a weak attempt to escape the sign's smell, you shuffled to the side. Without noticing you bumped into a person's arm, gasping on impact. You lifted your gaze to see a man standing directly next to you. He had blonde hair, triangular shades, and a hooded sweater. An orange hat symbol was embedded into the center of his hoodie. You then looked down to his hands. In the man's grasp was a sheathed blade, a katana sword to be exact.

"Why in the world does he have a sword with him...?"

You cleared your throat before finally greeting the fellow.

"Hi." you stated.

Behind his shades, you can see his orange irises turn to face you.

"Hey." he replied.

Although it was a short greeting, it'd be best to take what you can get. A long and awkward moment of silence fell, as you continued to observe the man and his weapon.

"Why do you have a sword with you?" you asked, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"I always have it on me." he answered blatantly.

"But why?" you continued to ask. "Why have a sword on you when there's little to no danger happening around you?"

Before he spoke, the public bus finally appeared; yet it wasn't your bus. No, it was the his. You silently bid your farewell when he climbed into the bus without saying a word. The bus then sped off, leaving a cloud of exhaust. He was weird though, but he certainly left you intrigued–curious at that–and made you want to ask more questions. For starters, why did he have a sword? Where was he headed off to? And how in the world was he allowed to get on the bus holding that weapon of his? You surely needed to find out.

A day passed, and you went through your daily routine. You, the rusted bus sign, and waiting for the actual bus. Although it's not raining, which is a plus. But there's one thing you hope to happen. You awaited to see the strange man from yesterday, just to inquire about his sword. You glanced to your side, to see him once again. His triangular shades were still present, although this time he wore a white t-shirt, the same orange hat symbol attached to the center. The same sword was held in his hands.

"Hello." you greeted, breaking the silence with a rather peppy tone.

The stranger had glanced in your direction.

"Hey." he replied.

"So, tell me why do you have that sword?" you ask. "I asked yesterday, but you never answered."

The man shifted his gaze from you to in front of him.

"Well, if I remember correctly, I already told you that I always carry it." he replied. "Now are we done with this conversation?"

"That's no good reply!" you answered. "So you're telling me you have that sword 'just because'?"

With a small nod, he answered, "Yes."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. Obviously he wasn't willing to give you any answers, but that never did stop you from continuously asking questions.

"Well, besides your weird attraction to your sword, what else do you normally do?" you asked once again.

"What do you mean?" he replied. "What do you want to know?"

You gave a small smile.

"I want to know practically everything."

From then on, not only were your questions answered but you created small talk with the male. He fascinated you completely, giving you all sorts of information of his life. He has the ability to build robots and use them as sparring partners, he's been on his own alone since he was practically a child, and that he was a pro at rapping and busting out sweet rhymes. Day after day, you met the same guy, at the same bus stop. It was a new addition to your routine maybe. You liked it none the less.
Another day had passed, you waited in anticipation for the stranger to come back once again. He consumed your thoughts as you constantly wondered what new things you two were to talk about again.

"Hey." someone greeted.

You looked towards your side, to see him. You smiled and moved closer to his side.

"Hello." you replied before glancing down to his sword, still in his hands.

"I see you still have your sword." you giggled.

"I always have it on me." he replied with a smile.

After a moment of silence he then held his hand outwards to you, his smile still present.

"We never introduced ourselves, have we?" he asked.

A light tint of red found its way to your cheeks, in a sudden realization that you haven't introduced yourself at all for the past couple of days.
He never did mention his name either, but it doesn't make you less wrong. Saying your name with a slight murmur, you shook his hand lightly.

"Dirk," he began. "My name is Dirk Strider."

Releasing his hand, you displayed a grin and kept your place next to him.

"Nice to meet you, Dirk."

His bus finally arrived, the loud horn's honk abruptly ended your train of thought. You waved goodbye as he climbed onto the bus. Before he left, he turned to point towards your pockets, then finally headed into the bus. While the vehicle sped off you shoved your hands into your pockets. To your surprise, there was a small crumpled slip of paper inside one of your pockets. You took out he paper and smoothed it out with your hands. It was a number, the name 'Dirk Strider' beside it. You laughed, grasping onto the paper with a smile.

"Maybe he isn't much of a stranger after all..."