Bound In Skin of Stone
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"Here we are Mr. Hidaka, that's $50 for the fare." The surly cab driver said to the young man currently exiting the car's back seat. The brunette paid the driver and turned to his new home.
The house was a large, old, south westernish style manor house, that rested beneath the hills of a secluded country side. Its walls used to be a cream colour, but harsh weather and bright sunlight had bleached them to a dirty white. The doors were oaken, and its windows were very large, garuenteeing that the house would never be truly dark as long as there was a source of light in the sky. The pinnacled roofs soared imperiously above the ground, inspireing awe in the few who saw it.
The house's new owner however, was a little less. well, majestic. Brown hair, with matching brown eyes paired with an almost innocent boy next door look, he was truly what most would call, commen. You'd never know just from looking at him that Ken Hidaka was a famouse ex J-league goalie that had just retiered from a prestigious contract with a huge shit load of cash.
The boy's eyes widened as he stepped inside his new abode. "This place is huge!" he said to himself, starting slightly at the echo's his proclamation had caused. He set down his bags and started to enthusiastically explore the place.
Every room was different. One was painted a bright cheery blue with matching adornments in blue and white. That room also had almost femine feel, with a dressure and an old set of hair brushes. Yet another was a typical smoking room. Parchment covered lamps, a small bar, and plush chairs that surrounded a stone fire place, off that room was a games parlor, with a pool table, and an old pinball machine. The kitchen was clean and spacious, with all the appliances that a bachelor would ever need.
There were red rooms, yellow rooms, a green house that played court to a vast garden of colourful exotic flowers, and a door to the surrounding field.
The last room he found was a vast library. Books lined the walls all the way up to the ceiling with the sliding ladders that you always see in the movies. There were comfortable chairs and couches strewen about the room, and various paintings adorning what little wall space there was left. Ken walked to the center of the room and twirled around, taking in all the sights. And then he saw it and stopped short. There, in the back end of the room stood the most amazing and beautiful statue that he had ever seen.
It stood alone, the figure of a man with a sword casually propped up infront of him. It was made entirely of marble, but the sculpture had some how managed to tinge the stone so delicately, that you just had to look at it. The hair was red, and the staring eyes were a stark violet colour. The flowing trench coat that almost seemed to move was a delicate black. Only the skin stood as pale as the original marble.
"Wow.." Ken breathed, his eyes locked on the figure. He walked over and ran his tanned hand over the statues pale ones, just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Sure enough, the cold stone was felt under his calloused fingertips. "You really are here.neat!" he cried joyously and smiled. "Hi, my names Ken, whats yours?" he giggled, looking down at the small pedestal and read the plaque there.
"Ran Fujimya huh? That's a neat name, though I hope you don't mind me just calling you Ran, ne?" Ken asked looking back up to the eyes, smiling a bit at the expressionless face. "Well, I guess that's as good as introduction as any. I'm gonna be living with you for a while." Ken said, turning around, then he stopped and called over his shoulder. "I'll see you later!" he called, and rushed out back to the lobby to gather his things and properly move in.
"Here we are Mr. Hidaka, that's $50 for the fare." The surly cab driver said to the young man currently exiting the car's back seat. The brunette paid the driver and turned to his new home.
The house was a large, old, south westernish style manor house, that rested beneath the hills of a secluded country side. Its walls used to be a cream colour, but harsh weather and bright sunlight had bleached them to a dirty white. The doors were oaken, and its windows were very large, garuenteeing that the house would never be truly dark as long as there was a source of light in the sky. The pinnacled roofs soared imperiously above the ground, inspireing awe in the few who saw it.
The house's new owner however, was a little less. well, majestic. Brown hair, with matching brown eyes paired with an almost innocent boy next door look, he was truly what most would call, commen. You'd never know just from looking at him that Ken Hidaka was a famouse ex J-league goalie that had just retiered from a prestigious contract with a huge shit load of cash.
The boy's eyes widened as he stepped inside his new abode. "This place is huge!" he said to himself, starting slightly at the echo's his proclamation had caused. He set down his bags and started to enthusiastically explore the place.
Every room was different. One was painted a bright cheery blue with matching adornments in blue and white. That room also had almost femine feel, with a dressure and an old set of hair brushes. Yet another was a typical smoking room. Parchment covered lamps, a small bar, and plush chairs that surrounded a stone fire place, off that room was a games parlor, with a pool table, and an old pinball machine. The kitchen was clean and spacious, with all the appliances that a bachelor would ever need.
There were red rooms, yellow rooms, a green house that played court to a vast garden of colourful exotic flowers, and a door to the surrounding field.
The last room he found was a vast library. Books lined the walls all the way up to the ceiling with the sliding ladders that you always see in the movies. There were comfortable chairs and couches strewen about the room, and various paintings adorning what little wall space there was left. Ken walked to the center of the room and twirled around, taking in all the sights. And then he saw it and stopped short. There, in the back end of the room stood the most amazing and beautiful statue that he had ever seen.
It stood alone, the figure of a man with a sword casually propped up infront of him. It was made entirely of marble, but the sculpture had some how managed to tinge the stone so delicately, that you just had to look at it. The hair was red, and the staring eyes were a stark violet colour. The flowing trench coat that almost seemed to move was a delicate black. Only the skin stood as pale as the original marble.
"Wow.." Ken breathed, his eyes locked on the figure. He walked over and ran his tanned hand over the statues pale ones, just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Sure enough, the cold stone was felt under his calloused fingertips. "You really are here.neat!" he cried joyously and smiled. "Hi, my names Ken, whats yours?" he giggled, looking down at the small pedestal and read the plaque there.
"Ran Fujimya huh? That's a neat name, though I hope you don't mind me just calling you Ran, ne?" Ken asked looking back up to the eyes, smiling a bit at the expressionless face. "Well, I guess that's as good as introduction as any. I'm gonna be living with you for a while." Ken said, turning around, then he stopped and called over his shoulder. "I'll see you later!" he called, and rushed out back to the lobby to gather his things and properly move in.
