Falling From Cloud Nine

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3rd. Pov

Takemichi was a city child, always had been.
He was used to the bustling streets of Shibuya district and the neon lights outside his windows, that kept him awake at night, but he didn't mind. He liked it.

They drawed him in, those neon lights.

Even tho he is a minor, with his 17 years, those neon lights tempted him into one or two night clubs.

Takemichi always had his fake ID with him, was always ready to party. Lived in the moment, in the heart of the city and was always satisfied.

That is until his parents told him to move out and about into the grass land of a small village, where his grandparents used to live before they passed.

Small village was an exaggeration, however, used to living in shibuya, everything else became like a village.

So the smaller, not really known City, that has enough activity's, cafes, malls and about 100.000 residents, was nothing compared to Tokio or the shibuya district of Tokio, whereas only the district in which takemichi lived, alone, had already over 230.000 residents.

Takemichi protested against his parents, not wanting to give up his perfect live, perfect private school and friends. They were overseas in America, they don't spend time with him. They don't get a saying on his living if they don't live with him.

Well....

They didn't like his protest and just canceled the lease on his flat and therefor kicked him out.

If that wasn't enough, they froze his bank account and asset and refused to help him unless it was for a train ticket to the small town Konosu in the prefecture Saitama.

Turns out that Takemichis friends are just foes and fakes who were with him for his popularity and money. No one was there to lend a hand, to help.

So if he didn't even have his friends anymore, he did not have any chance on surviving for more than 2 days outside the streets of shibuya.

He called his parents, who were more than happy to give him a train ticket and an information that a moving company was ready bringing all his stuff from the flat, which he was previously kicked out off, to the house he would have in the village.
(or town)

The only positive outcome of the procedure that he was enduring at the very moment, was at the thought of his assets being his own again.

Everything else was negative.

New school.... Even worse
Public school.

New people.

New home to decorate...
Well maybe with that he could live. He liked decorating, aswell as he liked shopping.

Maybe he would do those things once he got off this godforsaken train.

He was used to so much more than a mere trainride, a simple house and simple life.

Why his parents made him do it, he didn't know.

He even made a check up on their business news to make sure that his parents company was still doing well...