Notes: So I decided to re-write this story because it was full of typos, OOC, and other things. I fixed things up the best I could. I had everything written up weeks... or months ago, but I just didn't get around to posting them. I started getting on the computer less and less and things like that.
Anyway, I hope this made it at least a little better. XD; Thanks for reading! (PS- This is an AU.)
Chapter One
A car parked right in front of a fairly new, large house. A man with neatly combed, dark hair stepped out and surveyed the area before he was quickly followed by his wife, who also had perfectly straight, black hair. The two adults both looked like they were on a business trip, so they slightly stood out from the homey looking neighborhood. They were both looking around and chatting until they saw a huge moving truck come up, the two greeted the moving men with smiles.
Young Manjoume watched his parents with a bored look, sitting in the car. So his mother suddenly got the crazy idea to move waaay out here. They were a rich family, lived in a huge house, in a super fancy neighborhood and so on. Typical rich people... well kinda. After hearing about some bad things that happened around their old home, (something about some kids fighting, Manjoume didn't know, his parents never let him hear the whole story) Manjoume's mother freaked out, and started to look at nice, safe neighborhoods. She always wanted to live in a place like this. A place where she could act a little more like a normal mom, talk to normal neighbors, and things like that (she has said it reminded her of her late father). But her excuse for wanting to move? She wants her children to grow up in a nice, safe and homey neighborhood. Which wasn't a complete lie (she really did care for her kids) but it's obvious the other half of the reason was just because she wanted to move to a nice, new and different house. She always did. But how homey could a house be when the parents are always away on business trips? Manjoume thought he'd never know.
Of course Manjoume didn't really mind. When he heard they were moving he really didn't care at all. His brothers on the other hand did. At first they didn't say much about it, but when they heard the house was smaller then their current one? They threw a fit.
"Seriously... How big of a house do you need?" Manjoume grumbled to himself, opening the door and stepping out of the car. He turned and stared at his new home. It was an off white and it had dark blue trim. It was a neat and tidy looking house, it was big but it didn't stand out too much, but it was clearly bigger then the rest of the houses in the neighborhood. Manjoume looked to his right and he saw an almost identical house, except it had a very light lavender trim and roof? In this bright sunlight it was hard to tell. It looked as though no one bought it, yet the sign in front wasn't there... But that didn't keep the young boy's interest for long. He saw his brothers running inside to pick out their rooms so Manjoume quickly closed his car door and ran after them.
"This one should be mine!" Manjoume's oldest brother, Chousaku pointed into a huge master bedroom. It was an empty room of course. It had beautiful white carpet and was very spacious, with it's very own bathroom and a balcony.
"No way! That's not fair!" Shouji, middle child of the family spoke up, an upset look covered his face.
"Uuuh, won't that probably be Mom's and Dad's room?" Manjoume said, pointing out the obvious. He sometimes wondered if his brothers were was smart as everyone said they were.
Chousaku shot a quick glare at his youngest brother, trying to cover up a bit of embarrassment, before running down the hall to the next biggest room.
"Well then... this one is my room." said Chousaku. It was a fairly large room, it had a built in closet and two large windows, giving a nice view of their back yard.
"Okay, then this will be my room." Shouji pointed to a room that looked close the the same as Chousaku's, seeming more content by the fact his older brother didn't get the huge bedroom.
Manjoume just gave them a slight frown and walked to the last available bedroom. It was the smallest, of course, but he was used to this kind of treatment. His brothers would fight over all the good stuff and he'd get the leftovers. After a while he kinda stopped caring about these kind of things. He thought it was too much work.
This room's the smallest but... it'll fit all my things, Manjoume thought to himself, stepping into to his new bedroom. Then he noticed that off to his left, there was a balcony. He walked over and opened up the glass sliding door and stepped out onto the small wooden balcony. It probably couldn't fit more then two or three people.
Manjoume grinned to himself. While they get all that extra space, I get this balcony. It's just like the one in Mom's and Dad's room. With this, he was content. He didn't really want the balcony, but it was something he had, and his brothers didn't. Manjoume then left the room, closing the door behind him and walked down the stairs and back outside. Ignoring his brothers complaints on how "small" of a house this was.
While stepping down the stairs, Manjoume pondered why a house would have two balconies. This house was the same as the other one next door, at least it looked like that from the outside, so it had two balconies too. The younger black-hair boy thought maybe the guys that build those houses liked balconies and left it at that.
Once outside, he stood on the sidewalk by the moving truck, a several feet away from his mom, who was giving directions to the moving people. He looked around his new neighborhood. It really did have a homey feeling. Smallish, cute houses were neatly aligned on either side of the street. Their yards we nicely mowed and nothing was too cluttered. Some were nicer then others, Manjoume noticed some flowers blooming in front of a few.
Manjoume turned to see two kids his age... running straight at him? One had brown hair, which was mostly hidden by his red hat, which matched his shirt. Right behind him was a much shorter kid who seemed to be having trouble keeping up. He had bright hair and small glasses on.
Manjoume frowned. He knew those kids were coming to talk to him. And he knew it would be impossible to be discreet about the whole moving thing, there was so much commotion, but even so, the black-haired boy did not want to talk to anyone new, or at least at the moment.
"Hi!" The brown-haired kid said, holding his is hand up. "Are you the one living here?" He pointed to Manjoume's new house, taking a few gulps or air. He was probably out of breath from running so suddenly.
Manjoume slowly nodded, surprised by how excited the boy seemed.
"Yeah, we just moved here." he said. To most people, his quietness didn't come off annoyed, but he seemed more nervous, or maybe even shy.
"Cool!" The brown-haired boy seemed to explode with joy, making Manjoume take a step back. "These houses were just built. It must be cool to living in a huge house!"
"Uuuum..." said Manjoume. He looked at the boy dumbfounded and wasn't sure whether to tell this kid that he used to live in a far bigger house or not.
"Anikiiiii!"
Manjoume looked right past the boy with brown hair to see a shorter boy make his way beside the two of them.
"You're... way... to fast!" The smaller boy said, using the last of his breath.
"Sorry Sho... I was just too excited!" The brown-haired boy said, flashing the one named Sho a sheepish grin. He was quickly forgiven by the younger one.
Manjoume just stared at the two. It appeared they weren't going to start fighting or anything but maybe he could still slowly slip back into his house.
But it was obvious that this kid wasn't going to leave him alone for a while more, because he immediately started talking again.
"What's your name? I'm Yuki Judai! And this is Marufuji Sho!" he pointed to himself and then over to the shorter one.
Manjoume let out a quiet sigh and looked at his feet. He felt very tired from the whole trip over here and wasn't up for talking with such a cheerful kid.
"I'm Manjoume... Manjoume Jun." The black-haired boy said.
Then, a black-haired lady walked over to the three boys, her high-heeled shoes clicking on the pavement. She set her hands on Manjoume's shoulders and by then, it was clear she was his mother. Even without this gesture, the boy and his mother looked very alike, having the same eye color and shade of skin.
"Oh! It looks like you've met new friends already! That's wonderful, Sweetie!" She smiled kindly at Judai and Sho before asking them, "What are your names?"
Manjoume mumbled something and shrugged his mother's hands off his shoulders.
"I'm Yuki Judai, and this is Marufuji Sho! It's nice to meet you, Miss!" Judai said again with a grin, pointing to himself and his shorter friend.
"My, you two boys are so polite!" She said, giving each a pat on the head. "You three become good friends, okay? I was so worried Jun might not find someone around his age here. I'm glad to see you all getting along just fine." And with that, she walked back to the house after a little wave good bye. The two boys said their good byes and turned back to Manjoume.
Manjoume didn't like the thought of becoming "good friends" with these two. In fact, he wanted to get away from them right now. He turned his head back to the house and before Judai started talking again, he spoke.
"I, uuuuh... need to go help my mom with some... moving stuff, yeah. So bye." It was a bad excuse, seeing as the moving men where doing all the work but he took off toward his house regardless, not looking back. He heard two cheerful 'See you later's before he closed the front door behind him.
Now in his new, empty room, Manjoume noticed a box or two sitting in the corner, but nothing more. He looked out the glass doors of his balcony and watched Judai run back to his house before sighing and shutting the curtains.
Moving was fine with him, but this was just what he didn't want. Annoying kids for neighbors.
