"Mom, have you seen my jacket? Red and black one with my name on the back?"
"Sorry, I haven't, Yuu!"
Well, that sucks.
He had just worn it a few days ago for the junior yearbook photos. He distinctly remembered taking it off and setting it on the back of his chair once it grew too hot to wear. But now that Yuu thought about it, he didn't remember bringing it home with him... "So where the hell is it?"
A quick glance at the clock made Yuu curse under his breath - he was ten minutes late for class. With a hurried, "Gotta go, bye!," he snatched his school bag and bolted out of the door. If he didn't make it to his final exam in the next 20 minutes, he'd be doomed to repeat the 11th year.
By sheer luck, he made it to his art class by the skin of his teeth, throwing himself into his chair and fumbling through his bag for a sharpened pencil and his sketch pad. Upon sitting back up, however, he noticed a gold object randomly sitting on his desk.
"...the hell?"
Yuu picked it up, curiously looking it over. It almost looked like a monocle - a solid glass lens encased in a round, antique gold frame. Upon closer inspection, Yuu realized that it was way too thick and heavy to be a monocle, and it had a pinback soldered onto the top of the rim. Maybe it was a broach?
But where did it come from?
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"Yu... ichi... ro..." Mikaela tilted his head as he held the black and red jacket up, sounding out the name on the back.
"Oh, that's a nice looking jacket; did you get it from the mall?"
"No, I have no idea where it came from, actually..." He looked up as his mother began packing up another box with stacks of dishes; they had been protectively wrapped in newspaper with a sliver of cardboard between each plate. "It just showed up out of nowhere."
While he was finishing up the last few weeks of his 11th year, his family was preparing to move from Russia to Japan. His father had accepted a higher position that required them to move. They decided that this move would be permanent. Mika's mother had more family in Japan than his father had in Russia, and the constant moves for his father's work over the years had finally worn them down. It made it difficult for Mika to make friends, so this was the first time he'd actually been looking forward to what would be their last major move.
"Well, if you don't find who it belongs to, I guess it's yours then."
"Maybe..." Mika set the jacket aside to finish buttoning his shirt up. He had rehearsal later that evening, so he needed to get a move on if he wanted to grab a bite to eat first. He quickly ran down a short list of things he needed in his head as he slipped on his favorite pair of thigh-high boots, but then realized his usual broach was nowhere to be found.
"Huh... I could've sworn I set it on the table this morning." Had he forgotten to take it out, or did he set it down elsewhere? With how hectic the move was, there was no telling where it could've ended up. Mika headed into his room and rummaged through the dresser drawers, searched behind his desk, and even checked under the bed to make sure it hadn't fallen and rolled underneath. Alas, he came up empty-handed.
"I'll have to find it later..." Mika didn't have the time to thoroughly search, even though his neck felt quite naked without the usual adornment. He headed back into the foyer, threw his coat on, and grabbed his violin case before making his exit.
He failed to notice that he'd actually thrown on the mysterious jacket in error.
Less than a week later, Mika was convinced that his things were falling into a black hole.
