"How much is it?"
"Ten thousand."
"I'll buy it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. It's perfect."
The realtor stared at a silver haired man in awe. The man quickly and quietly handed the realtor a check on the spot for ten grand. He stared at the small slip and saw the name Usami Akihiko written in kanji. The realtor smiled and bowed as he left with the check.
Akihiko sighed and pulled out a cigarette. He walked to the balcony of his new apartment and lit it. His lilac eyes gazed at the great city of Tokyo being engulfed by an orange sunset.
Akihiko tapped the ashes off the railing, burning out the small flame. He set the butt in an ash tray on the railing and walked back to his apartment.
The room was very large and empty. A full kitchen and a few couches were the only things in the room besides the man. He took out his cellphone and called a moving company to retrieve his things.
There was no way he was returning to his home.
It was way too lonely and his family was very controlling and deceiving. His father was the head of a major company and his half-brother was the heir. Akihiko was rebellious growing up, so they put him on a tight leash. He waited for the day he could finally gain his freedom from a very young age.
In those days spent all alone, Akihiko became an aspiring author. He went into the publishing industry after his childhood friend nagged him to. After five years, he made enough of his own money to move out.
He thought only one thing about his books – they were a hobby. Others saw talent in its finest form. Akihiko didn't care though. As long as he got away from his family, he didn't really care about such a talent.
Lost in his thoughts, Akihiko walked to the door as he heard the doorbell ring. "That was fast," he mumbled to himself.
The silver haired man opened the door, expecting to see men with boxes upon boxes. He was instead greeted by nothing. No men, no boxes, just a narrow hallway. Akihiko looked down the hallway and outside the door. There was nothing and no one.
He shrugged as he closed the door and lay on his couch. He sighed again, staring at the ceiling. It was too silent in the apartment.
Akihiko closed his eyes and heard footsteps in the room. He sat up and heard the same quiet pitter-patter behind him. He turned and looked out to the balcony.
On it, there was a young boy with brown hair leaning over the edge.
Author's Note
Yet another Junjo Romantica fanfic. Just can't get enough of these things. ^/^ This time, I thought I'd try a serious approach to a JR fic. You'll see later on. I hope you will enjoy it!
Until next time, sayonara~!