Shelter 421 is a made up place, of course. I myself am not sure that such a thing really exists /grins

Disclaimer: I don't own PoT

Chapter 1:

Sunday Morning

There were many ways to describe a good day. The sun was smiling widely upon the clear azure sky, the birds were chirping melodiously, the summer breeze was swaying the dandelions puff and cooling off people's mood.

Yet, that perfect picture didn't warrant the wellness of the whole day.

"Honey, can you please move the boxes?" was the words my mother yelled for the gazillion times. See? Even if the birds sang I Feel Good, my day would not go smooth as nature conjured me to expect.

"A sec." and for the gazillion times I replied with the same answer. She was a meter away from me—couldn't she see that I was unpacking another box?

"Pretty please," my mom let out a why-can-I-give-birth-of-a-stubborn-girl sigh. "I am polite enough to ask, Kayuki. Or…" I heard a hint of threat in her voice. "Ah, it looks interesting. Kayuki's property."

"Aaaa! Don't ever touch it!" I whirled around with a shriek. But I was late. "Ah, this stuff looks good. A diary! And hey, you own this?"

"Put it back, mom! How embarrassing, that's my panties!" thank God she didn't flip my old diary. My day would be in total disaster if she did so. "Okay! I move these. Is that fine?"

"Thank you, sweetheart." She smiled sweetly but sickly. Her straight, red-dyed hair was loosened up from yellow scrunch. "Then you can put your stuff in your new room. I wanna take a rest. I wonder we still have lemonades…" a leisurely walk passed by me.

And I wonder how my day can be worse, I said inwardly. I admitted that Osaka is a beautiful city. It undoubtedly had very nice scenery, had world famous delicious foods, and kind of rare city in the world that successfully developed modernity especially in technology sector but still stick on traditional values.

I, Matsuyama Kayuki, had been living Tokyo since birth, and it never crossed my mind to move to other city. It was my parents' divorce that triggered the change of my current location on facebook. My mom, Matsuyama Sakura, got my custody, so unfortunately I had to follow her plans. I didn't know exactly why she decided to leave Tokyo, I mean, Tokyo was her life and mine too, how could she? I had best friend there (well, although just one), and a handsome senpai crush, and a superb cool science club (we often won many competitions, the school should have thanked us for spreading its good reputation). Then I jumped to conclusion that—maybe—she wanted to bury her memories with my dad since my dad had been remarried with someone else and still lived his busy life in that busy town. Again, I had to side my ego for her.

Today was the first day we stepped our Tokyo's feet on Osaka ground. Speaking of which, we often made people got flustered due to our different personality. 'Like Mother Like Daughter' didn't exist in our dictionary. I guessed it was because my dad side dominantly built my DNA. Well, I had to be grateful for having them, though they were separated at the last. I couldn't imagine what the world was going to be if the big part of me was a copy of my mom's genes.

Mom was a perfect planner. She had prepared all things from the essentials like transportation and residence here, to the smallest details like home decoration and foods for our new neighbors. We just needed to arrange our belongings to the right place, and I swore it was the most tiring part of moving. That might be the reason why I disliked to wave goodbye to my old home. I didn't worry about what my school would be like, or was the internet connection good there or what. My first thought about moving was how I could manage to unpack the stuffs in the new house.

After moving the boxes, I brought my box (yes, with the 'Kayuki's property' on it, the one that my mom had opened and messed the contents) to the upstairs. My bedroom in Tokyo was on first floor, so I requested to have one on second floor and my mom nicely gave me.

I heard footsteps up the stairs, and wondered if my mom was too nice after feeling guilty to help me. No, I wouldn't let her touch my stuffs again, and fortunately I was almost done with it.

"I think it's nice to put it here." To my surprise, she hung an abstract painting she had bought at an art expo on the wall, beside my bedroom's door. "Right, Kayuki? I am positive you will gain many experiences and fun here. Don't you wanna have a sexy Kansai-accented boyfriend?" she winked meaningfully at me.

"Mom, I am fourteen. I want to have a boyfriend in my eighteen and it is four years later."

"Oh!" she shouted dramatically, hand flying on her forehead. "What kind of teenager are you?" she rolled her eyes. "Don't waste your precious youth time! It's once in a lifetime! Ah, I know." Her slender, manicured fingers snapped.

Well, bad feeling.

"You have to go with me in delivering desserts for neighbors. Who knows one of them have gorgeous son." Her emerald eyes pierced in a light of happiness. "Okay? Let's go!"

She didn't even say 'shall we?'.

The 5th entrance door of two-story building had been closed. The occupants were an old lady and her husband, their son, daughter-in-law and grandchild. No gorgeous Osaka-accented or whoever my mother had wished he was someone else's son of our neighbor.

"That's for today," I remarked. "Let's go home. I'm starving." I tucked my hair behind ear. "You don't want to search that kind of guy you explained to me, do you?"

She sighed. "I had a feeling that she has a son, not a married son." Suddenly she stopped in her tracks. "I forgot unpack the kitchen needs! Ah, I'm too lazy to cook now—you buy the fast foods near the bus stop, okay?" she unzipped her purse then handed me some money. "I want cheeseburger."

"Okay…" I didn't have good excuse to refuse; she was more tired than me—she prepared our moving after all. Though, being at home seemed boring. I thought I had to explore Osaka a bit.

By the time my mom went home (and shouted, 'and milkshake!'), I walked to the opposite direction. We had passed this street before the truck downed the furniture and boxes and all. We saw a fast food stall on the right side of a bus stop.

The bus stop was what made me remember the fast food stall. Not only because of the huge sign; it was different from other bus stops I had seen by my eyes or on TV. It had a sign hanging on its canopy, read Shelter 421.

I didn't know it was intentional or not, what I knew was the bus stops I'd seen didn't have such a code or number, as if it was built numerically. It really caught my eyes. Shelter 421. Somehow reminded me of dorama, and the shelter became the background of a romantic scene. Best if it was raining.

Still, I couldn't keep my eyes off it when I was waiting for my orders and somehow had an urge to go there. It was like a big magnet, it drew me towards it.

Grabbing a paper bag of burgers and vanilla milkshakes, my legs led me to Shelter 421, eyes stared at the sign then I planted myself on its bench.

It felt… ordinary. Nothing magical happened.

So why was I here? I didn't wait for a bus. My stomach got ache and needed to be fill by some carbohydrate and protein. I must have been home. My mom waited anyways.

I started to get up, and somehow my heart started to race.

This time I should have agreed with my mom. Not the boyfriend part, but that the Osaka guys are sexy.

No, not sexy. Drop dead gorgeous.

He was sitting right after I was half-standing. His multi-pierced ears plugged by earphone, his black hair coolly spiky, his foot tapped along the music. Vaguely I heard distortion of electric guitar from his earphone.

I sat back.

Thank you, my magical intuition! I might care less about boyfriend, but after all, I was a normal girl. He mouthed the lyrics, apparently, while a hand cupped his chin.

Oh my goodness! I almost swooned. The sun seemed brighter, the breeze seemed cooler… a good day was back! Realizing the amount of time that had flew away, my mind imagined my mom's anger. Hhh. Time to end staring at my today's mood maker.

Wait. I was staring at him? That wasn't impossible then, if suddenly he tilted his head to me and glared confusingly at me. Oh, and said, "What are you looking at?"

Good.

"Nothing." Was my reply, trying to sound it icily. One of my special abilities: being calm in the exterior and remaining plain-faced while sweating with the heart throbbed erratically. If I were mom, I would have run home and never have gone there anymore. Again, I thanked my dad for this.

"I'm not 'nothing'," he responded, somewhat cynically. Well. I thought I had had him wrong. "Just ask me directly." Well.

"As if," I hissed. What a confidence, this guy! He might be hunkalicious but it didn't mean he could go out with any girls in the universe!

"Hey, I'm kidding." He grinned a little, and to be honest, my ice wall was melting upon seeing his smile. He continued, "For a girl, you're scary enough." My ice wall was rebuilt.

"So what?"

"Newcomer?" he asked, instead of replying my two syllables. "You look like from Tokyo."

"Nice guess." I answered. Oh, where are my ice shields? I couldn't help but smile back. "My new house is after the second bend."

His dark eyes widened. "What a coincidence. Mine too."

I had to explain about this. Houses after the second bendwere seven. Six occupied, one abandoned. Before the residences was a large field and public park. I had visited five houses, and if he was honest, it meant I had visited his. But I didn't see him.

"I live with my parents and my brother's family. He had married."

My question had been answered then. The 5th house!

"I just came to your house with my mom." My mom's gene was acting, controlling me from inside so now my voice sounded cheery. "Your mother welcomed us."

He stood up, then slightly bowed. "Zaizen Hikaru. Yoroshiku."

"Matsuyama Kayuki." my smile stretched. "Yoroshiku."

A/N

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