Chapter 2:
Shou was picked up by his usual driver, in a somewhat discreet car. He hadn't even had the chance to visit his new house, the moving had happened while he was at his new school. He had gone straight from their hotel apartment to school and was now buzzing with excitement. He loved seeing a blank room. It got his creative juices flowing. They pulled up at the gates of a long drive, and immediately got buzzed in. The car rustled through the gravel and pulled up near a fountain outside a European styled manor. Thick ivy covered the walls and it looked as if it had history, but Shou knew it was just built to look that way. He stretched as he headed up to the house, ignoring the men still carrying odd boxes in. His parents were as usual nowhere in sight, so he headed upstairs to choose a room. He finally chose a simple room, with a double bed and large French windows onto a terrace over looking the grounds. The bed was reasonable, and he found an en-suite. Overall he was pleased with his new room, and soon it would be decorated with his odd trinkets.
He fetched a couple of his boxes and got changed into a comfy pair of sweats and a stretchy shirt. Thankfully no schoolwork had been given during the day so he had the rest of the afternoon to add in some homely touches. He brought the rest of his boxes marked bedroom up and set about unpacking. He carefully put away all his clothes and made the bed up with thick, luxurious quilts and piles of cushions and throws. In the end all that was left were the boxes full of books as there was no bookshelf, he'd have to ask one of the many workman to put one up for him. Once he was finally comfortable in his room, he switched on his TV and fell asleep to the drone of game show after game show, only waking for the loud knock on his door.
"Hello?" he asked, still groggy. He rubbed his eyes, before flattening his hair a little and making his way over to the door.
"Shou, your Father and I are going out to dinner, to celebrate the new move. You'll be fine; you can ask Chef for food, right? Although it may take a while as he will not know your favourites." His mother stated curtly, as he opened the door. She was an attractive woman, but she seemed rather serious and out of place compared to how friendly and kind she appeared on TV. Her hair was curled, with not a single strand out of place, and she wore a long, deep crimson cocktail dress. Shou had her looks, and was often noted for his soft, feminine features, and slight body. Thankfully he had inherited his father's height and at least had that for masculinity. "I'll be fine, Mother, go and enjoy yourself!" He said abruptly as she was about to continue. He had a large grin on his face which seemed to reassure his mother. "Ok, don't wait up…" she said as she continued down the hall and down the large staircase.
Shou closed his door and sighed. It would have been nice to have been invited. Just then his stomach grumbled, he smiled well at least he wouldn't have to stick to her strict diet. "If I'm doing it, then you will have to do the same!" She announced to her husband and son, gaining pained looks from both. However, they both knew better to go against her. And so they had followed the ridiculous rules such as no carbohydrates at lunch and dinner, no food before 8 and no food after 9, and not to forget the dry raisons that were given as snacks, if they were really peckish. "Shou called down to the kitchen, asking for them to order a pepperoni pizza. This had met little contest in order to not upset the young master. He ate his pizza in one of the reception rooms, with the TV on again, before retiring for an early night, but not before finishing one of the many books he had on the go.
He was woken by his alarm the next morning, at six. A time that was definitely hard to get used to. He has his first shower in the new house and found it was a power shower. He got dressed into his plain uniform and styled his hair. His mother had insisted the stylist take care of it, but had been subdued once he'd turned sixteen and fought with the argument that he was more than capable to make himself look presentable. He was a little unhappy about the bags caused by stress that had grown under his eyes and quickly covered them up with a light layer of concealer in order to not panic his mother. However, this appeared to be a useless exercise as his mother was not to be seen. He had a quick breakfast of a banana before heading out to the car. Mentally preparing for the challenge up ahead…
A/N: hope this is OK, didn't spend too much time on it though, so the grammar may be awful,
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