Change In Scenery, Chapter 2

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The storm was 4 years ago.

Since then, Yori and Osamu have stayed with their uncle in a different part of Tokyo. They haven't been as talkative as they were before the incident.

Yori took up swimming and he currently swims at Komaba Gakuen, which is the one of the best swimming highschools in Tokyo. He has won a few metals for first but most for second. His specialties are butterfly and breast stroke, which he mastered. He's just short and lacks the certain confidence to continuously win first.

He's only a freshman and is going to move up to become a sophomore in a few days.

His older brother, Osamu, is about to graduate his third year. Not really planning for life after highschool.

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Yori walks down the long hallways of his highschool, looking for class 3-A. He was supposed to take a language but something happened to his schedule so he has music now. When he reached the room, he looks at the teacher and takes a seat in an empty chair. The teacher stands and walks over to him, holding out a folded piece of paper.

"Are you Miyamoto Yori?" The teacher questions and looms over Yori.

Yori nods and looks at the note, then to the teacher. "Yes... Why?"

"You have to go to the office. Bring all your things. Your brother is waiting for you." The teacher drops the paper on his desk and picks up a pile of paperwork, starting to hand them out to the other students.

Yori hesitantly picks up the paper. "Um... What's this?"

The teacher smiles. "It's just a pass."

He looks at the pass and stands after a second. Yori gathers his things and shuffles out. 'What could my brother possibly want?' He thought as the office came into view.

Yori opened the door and looked around, seeing Osamu. "Hey Osa... What's happening? Why are you here?"

Osamu looks at him and smiles widely. "We're moving!"

Yori blinked and tried to think about what he said. "U-Um... What?"

His brother walks over to him. "We. Are. Moving." He says it slowly.

Yori looks up at his brother and his expression is of confusion still. "Why? What's wrong with Tokyo? Did you find a job somewhere else? Did you meet someone?!" He suddenly gets excited for a possible future sister-in-law.

Osamu laughs and shakes his head. "No! I didn't meet anyone! Nothing is wrong with Tokyo! And yes, I got a job at a fancy restaurant. It's a small job but it pays the bills. Besides... I already bought us an apartment." He smiles sheepishly.

Yori gasps and jumps onto his brother. "Congratulations Osa!!!"

Osamu laughs and puts him down. "Okay, we gotta get going before we miss our flight. I already packed your bag."

Yori cheers and jumps in joy. "Okay!" He picks up his bag and walks towards the exit.

They leave the school and Osamu drives them to the airport. He was renting a car so he wasn't worried about leaving it at the airport because their uncle would drive it home.

Yori hopped out and put his bag and binder into his suitcase. He didn't really make any friends at his school, so he wasn't gonna be missed by anyone. Maybe the librarian. But that's it.

They walked into the airport and got through security, heading towards their gate. Yori saw their uncle and smiled at him.

Their uncle took both in a big bear hug and laughed to cover up his tears. "I'll miss you boys! Take care of each other now! Ya here?!"

Osamu laughed and pulled away, smiling in embarrassment. "Yeah, yeah. We will." He rubbed his neck and chuckled.

Yori hugged his uncle one last time and let go. "We will! Osa will need the most watching though! Due to his obsession with soccer girls!" He laughs.

Osamu lightly punches Yori's arm and yells. "Hey! Yori! Confidential information!"

Yori nods and smiles mischievously. "Yesh. Oh so confidential!"

After a few minutes of joking around and saying their goodbyes, the brothers walked into the terminal and onto the aircraft. They got middle class seats and both fought heroically for the window seat. Osamu won in the end but gave it to Yori as an extra gift.

Yori smiled and thanked him, looking out the window. Watching as they took off and headed for their new home.

A new house.

A new school.

And possibly a new friend.

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