"Ugh. Remind me why am I here again?" I couldn't help asking myself as I took a step forward to the outside world and onto the cold platform floors.
The rattling echoes of the bullet train that already departed for its next journey after dropping off its passengers lingers in the background. I continued looking at the silhouette of the train before it completely vanished from my line of sight. A sigh escaped from my mouth.
My heterochromatic eyes travel around – searching for something that could actually be of use to me. I caught sight of a signboard. The words "This way to Ikebukuro" were clearly carved on it. Next to the said sentence was an arrow directing towards the staircase. Well, it obviously wants me to go up. Guess I better get to it then. I slowly pull my luggage with me and then carefully carry it up the stairs. I don't want my things damaged on the first day I arrived here.
Yes, you had guessed correctly. It's my first day and also my very first time stepping foot on the bustling grounds of Ikebukuro City. Before this, I was just your average country bumpkin from a small town located in Akita. Thanks to my aunt though, I somehow ended up here in this metropolis. I was being sarcastic actually. No, I do not enjoy the idea of moving from my peaceful Akita to this noisy wormhole called Tokyo – or to be frank, Ikebukuro. I know I'm being a spoiled brat here, but hey, you'll rant too if you're in my shoes.
Let me first explain to you, ladies and gentlemen about why am I so pissed off. Let's start with who I am exactly. I am Suiren Shiratori. I'm a third year student in high school. I was supposed to move here – to Ikebukuro with my aunt who got transferred here because of her job as a police officer.
Now then, moving on to the ridiculous parts of the story – my aunt told me to go on ahead and have a look of our brand new house. I begged her to let me follow her with the moving caravans but knowing my aunt, her decision – which never was rational, I must say – was final. So here I am wondering alone on the streets of Ikebukuro like a madman, pulling my heavy luggage around with me because my aunt forgot to give me the damn home's address. I tried calling her and you know what? Her mobile was turned off.
I am not always a sour grump. I have a calm nature actually but today was an exception. If I happen to see my aunt, I am so going to give her a taste of my wrath. But then again, the chances of me ever meeting her in this huge city are like ten in a million. I let out a sigh again.
This is not what I signed up for.
Well, no use depressing over this matter. I might as well continue my aimless wanderings around the city streets. Who knows, right? I might find something interesting along the way. There's no harm in giving this city at least a tiny chance.
About nearly an hour filled with shrieks, flying vending machine and stop sign later. I regretted the words of which I have said earlier. I so did not sign up for this. And the so called thoughts of giving Ikebukuro a chance – are immediately dispose of.
Aunt Yoko, what did I do to deserve this?