Makoto's POV
I walked around bored, it had been three days and by day 2 after getting these eggs, I had gotten myself a dirty-blond guardian character that loved music ALOT and was confident around crowds; Hiro to be exact. Hiro was on my shoulder humming a song, his favourite; That's just the way we Roll by the Jonas Bros. I noticed some kids, three girls and a boy. I noticed a small group of charas. "Are those real ones, or have I gone crazy?" I asked. Hiro grinned then looked, "Nope! We can sense other charas. How about we say hello?" "N-no thanks, Hiro," I told him, I wasn't used to crowds. As I walked away, I looked into my small napsack, two eggs, a white one and a red one; Hiro's was a blue one but that was at home. "I hope they hatch soon," I mumbled. "Yah," Hiro spoke, peering into the bag then looked up, "But I think you should make some friends. Rythem, Beat, Sing!" The second Hiro finished his sentence a music tone pin popped onto my shirt along with a microphone. The next thing I knew I had rushed over to them (Hikari and everyone else), "So you've got charas too? So do I. I'm Makoto by the way."