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Beep, beep, beep <<SLAM>>

I groggily looked at my alarm clock, I groaned and it's not even ten past nine yet.

I sat up, stretching as I dazedly stare at my dresser.

I opened the door and went straight to the basement, retrieving a luggage to place my clothes in. What the hell was in this thing?

It was damn right heavy.

I opened the case revealing my granddad black 'n white film collection, geez..I should send these to him soon.

I groaned loudly as I began to shove my close into the luggage.

Once I was finished, I began trotting out of the house, the luggage following me from behind. I stood outside on the porch step, closing the door quietly and slipping a small note with my 'so-call ugly' handwriting. My Otou-san can be so offensive when he doesn't want to be. And so my journey began.

I walked to the trusty homes 'n apartments building. Walking in with an door alarming 'ding', the lady in her late forties, smiled as she beckoned me to come closer.

"Ahayō! Welcome to the travel and real estate agency. I am Shiko Furihata desu. What is your situation?" She asked.

I scratched my head awkwardly, "I got kicked out of my house.." I laughed nervously.

Her expression suddenly went blank, "another delinquent eh?"

"WHY DO EVERYONE ACCUSE ME OF BEING A DELINQUENT!?" I yelled out. She chuckled nervously before going back to her salesmen smile.

"Please keep it down, you're scaring the others." She whispered. I looked around.

"What others?" I raised my eyebrows. "I see nothing."

"Oops! Silly me! I might be seeing ghost again!" She winked and pose like a transformation of sailor moon.

...ghost. Geez and I'm starting to doubt that she could be more than Forty.

"It's just my husband just recently passed from me. So I'm praying him with all I have." She sighed with one hand on her cheek.

"Oh, I'm sorry to suddenly hear that. When did he die?" I asked.

"Who said anything about dying? He passed through the borders of China's immigration to work on an exchange there. What thoughts did you have? Delinquent."

I slammed my hands on her desk, "...my apologies, but my natural hair colour is pink. Although, as I said to this small ikemen before, my dad should be the one who's a delinquent. He dyed his hair red at a very young age."

"Maybe he didn't wanted to seem like he was delinquent like you." She smiled innocently.

"As I quoted before, I am not a delinquent, I'm just a very hot headed person. That's all."

"Hot headed and very suspicious indeed." She added.

"I feel like you're judging me, just because of my hair and eyes."

"Did you realize that now?" She innocently blinked as her words stabbed my head.

"Listen lady, I'm here only because my Okaa-san wants to interfere with my love life. Now if I stay there anymore, Okaa-san will be whiny,Onii-san will be a tyrant and Otou-san will be ....himself. So just find me the cheapest I can live in."

"Geez, you sound like you're a distress heroine in a teen movie, when in reality, you're just a delinquent."

"I hate it how you said that so causally."

"But if we're talking about housing then I could help but let me call my older sister, she tends to be more serious in these situations." She stated and went through a door.

I sat there staring at a picture on the wall before the door creaked open.

"YELLO~!" Pop the head of the same lady but with a pink mustache on.

"YOU CANT FOOL ANYONE!" I pointed at here in anger, "YOU'RE SO LUCKY YOU'RE OVER FORTY!"

She placed a hand on her heart, "how rude! I am forever 16!" She sang.

"You're 26 years too late!"

"DELINQUENT SHUT YOUR MOUTH OR I'LL CALL MY GRANDSON KŌKI ON YOU!!"

"ONE OUTS THEN! COME AT ME!!" I flipped the papers off of her desk before noticing a beautiful house on rent. I quickly grabbed the sheet of the floor and pointed to the paper,

"Why is a beautiful house on rent?" I asked the lady who gotten rid of her mustache and looked at the paper with widen brown eyes.

"Well, most people actually went to live in it but was disturbed by feeling a presence behind them but when they turned around...IT WAS GONE!!" She yelled with a torch enlightening the details on her face.

"Ano..where did you get the flash light? And why is the room so dark?"

"I have no idea..anyways, many said it was haunted but I had remember a nice boy lived there. Something about his surname made him stick out." She stated as she took a trip down memory lane.

"But is he still there?"

"Who knows, all I know is that this house is available for only one spot now because the owner is currently sick and tired of the rumors." She explained. "So are you brave enough or are you just a fake delinquent?"

"I am really none of the above." I sweatdropped, "but I need a place to stay and looking at the price of rent monthly, it looks suitable."

"Alright! YOSH! Another sale!" She celebrated. "Here is the land owner contact number if you ever need and information about the house." She handed over the card as I hand the money of the rent over.

Well, let's just hope the land owner is nice.

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