Seiji Maharishi is one of the most intelligent boys in Okinawa. He lived here for most of his childhood, living with his parents and newborn sister. He was an exceptional thinker, thought to be a genius by his family and friends around him He could think a plan out of any bad situation. Him, His mother Arutia, his father Sento, and his little sister, Kuroyume, all live in their three story home. They lived there for all of three months and Seiji met all of his best friends here. This was the only home he knew and the only home he had wanted to know. Nothing needed to change.
Seiji woke from his slumber feeling dazed. His stomach was fine, but his head was fuzzy and he couldn't help this nauseous feeling he was experiencing. Is bed was large, large enough to fit his entire family comfortably. His room was also rather large, accommodating his excess clothes and furniture. His family was rather wealthy, but Seiji never let his fortune cloud how he was. Seiji lied in the bed with his hand to his head, slowly wiping the beads of sweat from his brow. He thought he would pass out, but didn't want to die in sweaty clothes. He rose from his bed and exited his room. He looked down each side of the hallway and noticed his parents' door open and crouched down beside it to listen.
"Sento, what are we going to do? Seiji has met all of his friends and has lived here his entire life. We can't ask him to assimilate into something new. How are we going to tell him we want to move again?" asked Arutia.
"I don't know honey but we have to. This promotion is worth three times what we make now. We would be able to better support ourselves and our family. I think we need to do this." said Sento.
"We have plenty of money as is. Why do you want more?"
A creak in the door alarmed Seiji's parents when they saw him dash off to the stairs. His mother called out to him but all he did was slip on his shoes and dash out the door. Arutia turned to her husband and have him an exasperated sigh and stalked towards the stairs. She stared at the door for a moment, but then finally decided to bow her head and walk down the stairs. Sento also was upset.
Seiji runs to his friend Aki's house to tell him of the horrible news. He and Aki talked for hours on ways to stay here but as the daylight grew thin, Seiji realized his antics would be useless. How could they possibly persuade his domineering father to allow this? He's probably already upset that he was eavesdropping. Adding defiance to that list seemed like a death wish. He called the rest of his friends over and they all talked of his move.
"Has your parents set a date?" said Aki.
"I don't think so. Although, knowing my father, he probably has one by now." said Seiji.
All of his friends gathered around for one last hug before Seiji went home to face the music. The walk home was dreary. It was late fall and the trees' leaves were all stained orange and red. They fell gracefully, surrounding him in a leafy whirlwind. He stopped for a moment, blankly staring ahead of him. The wind calmed. Why am I so upset? He thought. This is crazy. Why are we moving? Why do I even care? I wish that I didn't have to go home. I'd rather go anywhere but here. Seiji stalked onwards to his home. He contemplated arguing with them but it would be futile. What would be the use, an unnecessary argument that would cause more bad than good? He didn't know what to do or say, just that he wasn't happy. He realized he was walking quite fast when he ran into a woman walking buy. He started to apologize but shut his mouth, feeling the tears well up into his eyes. A lump formed in his throat as he forced back the tears, the women looked at him expectantly, but he continued to walk.
When Seiji got home, his parents gently ushered him into the living room to talk. They looked at him for a moment, his father's expression impassive. His father stared at him blankly, allowing no expression to surface from his ice-cold mask. Bile rose in Seiji's throat as he fought the urge to cry. He gives his parents an expectant look, silently asking to stay. His mother opened her mouth and closed it again, ashamed of what to say to her son. He walked himself up to his room, not taking a second look at his parents. His mother followed him.
"Honey," started Arutia. "We have to go. It'll be good for us." She walks into his room and notices him packing his clothes. She walks over to help him. "I promise that this can be good for you. Maybe after you've settled, you can see some of your friends...on the weekends. How does that sound?"
"Not good. I still have to be away from my friends." says Seiji. He shrugs. "Maybe I can try."
"That's the spirit!" Arutia's face lights up with glee. "This can be really great if you give it a chance. Your friends should and will be happy for you." She folds a t-shirt. "Finish the rest of theses. The movers will be here in a few days." She left him. He looks after his mother as she walks down the stairs. His mother always knew what to say to make him feel better. Even though the decision she's making could potentially ruin my life. Thought Seiji. He knew he was overreacting just a little bit. He finished up for the day and went to shower. This is going to be the longest few months of my life. He thought.
The moving day arrived and Seiji and his mother just finished packing up the last box in the kitchen. The movers filed in and began to move furniture as his father walked in the door saying he's got the moving van and is ready to head north. They were headed to live in the northern city, Yukinomai. It was very cold up there, but people had very good luck when ice-picking in the caves. That's why his father is going. Seiji plans to be anti-social, and neglect his schoolwork. If he did that, his parents would have to move him back so he could focus. Although, if he plummeted, he would have no chance of getting into the college he wants. Plus, this school has reputation for high grades, or painful punishment. Maybe this plan wasn't well thought out. He still wanted to have friends, even,,,new friends. Maybe he wouldn't want to be some stupid juvenile delinquent. He didn't want to tarnish his or his family's name. It was worth a shot.