The train tracks towards the path to 'Chiyoda-Ku' streets were whistling a rusty melody above the dirty and greasy metal that were helping the driving machine to move along safely.
The train said it'll be a short minute left until i can leave this busy-body machine, everyone was minding their business on they're devices peacefully so they wouldn't care if i stood up, sat down, but i preferred the second option to be honest...
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......oh, did i forget my intro? My apologies..my name is "Mikail Von'La Sovet" and i am a typical young adult intending collage, by now you'd think i came from italy or france by my foriegn and very not japanese name, but no, i simply came from a really distinguished town in britain.
My family raised me in a country that's stereotyped as "Divine Architecture", or "Expensive-like" but that's not quite it i'm afraid my gentleman's, gentleladie's, aswell as gentlebinary's.
But aswell i am still kinda proud, just not towards my government in fact though...but-let's just get right back onto the 'tracks' of the story, haha, punny right?...
Tough 'crowd' i guess.
Alright alright i'll stop the jokes now, but anyway, i plugged in the heads of the airpod's through my ears so i could listen to some decent white noises while scrolling down onto the pages of novel wording, gazing upon my screen just to try and be busy, but-
"We have arrived at our station, Chiyoda-Ku!"
The voice of the train spoke out on the subtle speakers, thankfully i could still hear if i look pass onto the volume i have settled up...
...i rose up from the leather cushion on the machine's seat and waited for the doors to slide opposite ways, i walked out of the drived device aswell as other one's and we went our ways as the train speeded right pass safely.
Now, it's finally time to see how the house i moved into looks like now, i managed to get plenty of employee's to carry my furniture aswell as boxes of items towards my new house with just the simple button of a call and payment...
...i walked aimlessly at first like a lost kid who can't afford to live properly in harajuku, but then after a few translations and help from locals and maybe some other foreigner's, i managed to get my way onto the front step of my new door...
I thought to myself, "woah..japan keeps their stuff pretty clean, so cool!" and went on to unlock the temple of the doorknob and went through my path inside the ways of the house...
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I felt someone watch me from afar, or a mile away...
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Code Unlocked:...call from "Mr, Tokyo." but "Mr, Danger." hasn't responded.
Mystery / ThrillerA boyslove story between a local yandere in harajuku city, and a foreigner bringing himself towards the path of the university of 'tokyo, Chiyoda-Ku' as an unknown gearhead...will their relationship be as successful? We'll see.
