-1The bright spring sun beamed down on the Momodo boy's face, it's intense light causing him to squint as he walked through the busy streets of Mochinoki. He looked at every human that past his way wondering, if it was the one he sought.
"This is hopeless" he grunted, weary from walking for nearly three hours.
He found a quaint little café in the central part of down, after procuring a table in the shade, he placed the book he had been holding on the middle of the table, and examined it.
The deep mahogany color glistened in the sunlight peeking through a hole in the umbrella that covered the table. He continued staring at the book until he was interrupted by a waitress.
'"Would you like to try one of our cappuccino's today?" The waitress said cheerfully.
"No" The boy responded flatly.
The waitress stared for a moment, "Then perhaps a house salad?" She said regaining her cheery disposition.
"No" He said once more.
"Well have a nice day" The waitress said sarcastically and she stomped off.
"Pest's" he mumbled.
After he was content and rested, he stepped up from the chair he was lounging in and headed out the gate. But before he had even reached for the latch, he noticed a large black car pulling around the corner, it stopped in front of the building next to the café he was relaxing at.
When the driver opened the door to the back seat a tall, thin, and very strict looking lady stepped out. She moved out of the doors way, and out came a face the boy knew all too well.
"Brago!?" He blurted to himself.
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Creek Went the sound of the door as Max turned it. It opened into a large vestibule, sparsely furnished, nothing more than two davenports lining the walls.
There were two ladies standing on the corner next to a large fireplace.
"I want to re-paint the walls, I was thinking a royal blue to match the new Persian rug I purchased"
A tall, thin blonde woman said as her assistant began taking copious notes, the tall blonde woman was Max's step mother Mariana
She was a tiny thing and couldn't have weighed more than one hundred and twenty pound soaking wet. The room fell into an awkward silence when Max was discovered having entered.
Mariana turned around to look at Max. She cocked her hips and placed her hands firmly upon them
"Your Father wants to see you" She said plainly
"I know" Max replied calmly, without changing direction.
"Well then scurry along" She spoke while making a shoo-ing motion with her hand.
Max left the living area and headed up the stairs. After having changed into more comfortable clothes and washed his face, Max made his way to the study. He came to a large dark wooddoor and gave it a couple of swift knocks.
"Enter" A harsh voice replied from inside the room.
Max proceeded into a large two story study lined on all walls with book shelves, filled top to bottom with old antique books.
On one end the room was a large fireplace in front of the fireplace was a large brown leather chair with its back turned toward him, in front of that was a desk cluttered with books and papers.
"Maxwell I would like you to have a seat" The chair turned around to reveal a stern looking middle aged gentleman, Max's father.
Max sat down.
"I wish to understand you recent behavior" the older man said
"What behavior?" Max replied with a false sense of surprise
"The slipping grades, the outlandish clothing, the list goes on"
Max pondered on this a moment. He knew his grades were just an act of rebellion. Max was a bright child, gifted in every artistic ability.
Photography, Painting, Writing, and more. But he was extremely lazy, and never put in the work that was necessary to excel at school.
Even though he was intelligent he was by no means book smart.
As for the clothes, they were a way to try an get attention. Something he never got since the birth of his half brother Augustus.
"And?" Max replied, not knowing what to say.
"Your step mother and I have reached a consensus, you are to be transferred immediately over to the Dubrair academy in Japan. The strict environment will give you no more room to slack off." The man said convincingly at Max
" And you will be under the watchful supervision of my brother Fredrick"
"Fredrick?" Max thought to himself. Fredrick of all people was the black sheep of the family, he ran away at the ripe age of seventeen, and no one heard hide nor hair of him until Max's grandfather passed away. Fredrick showed up late to the funeral, collected his inheritance and skipped out again.
All Max knew about his uncle was that he was a rich real estate tycoon in Mocinoki Japan.
Max was pleasantly surprised by this new. He had wanting for years to escape this dreadful place.
"When do I leave?" Max asked.
"One week" His father said, seeming slightly suspired at Max's happiness.
Max left the study and walked happily off to his room to prepare for Japan.
"Finally!" He thought. I get to LEAVE!
As he packed his belongings miles and miles away, a young demon boy was anxiously searching for someone. Someone like Max.
Next Chapter- Japan.