Yuma stepped into his new home for the first time. He hated it more because he was sure he got a splinter from the railing while going up the front porch stairs.

The first thing you saw was a dimly lit corridor. A creepy old mirror glued to the end. Beginning to venture around, Yuma took in everything he saw. A set of stairs were to the right, hugging the wall, a door that said "BOILER ROOM" in a spot next to the stairs, facing the where Yuma came in. Beyond the stairs and boiler room was the living room. Well, suppose to be the living room. It was filled with his late grandmother's old, musky furniture. They were beyond uncomfortable to sit or lay on. The fireplace was as cold as rest of the room, a few souvenirs sat on top of it, a large, dirty (from what it looked like, his family had it since his granny's granny.) old painting of fruit in a bowl towering over everything else. The tattered wallpaper made everything worse. He saw a little door, just big enough for him to crawl through tuck away in the corner. He tried opening it, and failed, seeing at the door sides were one with the wallpaper. He gave up and stomped out of the room.

'Why did granny keep these things all these thing, especially the chairs. They break backs and nothing more.'

Farther than the furniture room and the last door was his father's "office". Yuma saw papers clustered around the room already, quite tap coming from the other side of the thin door.

'Working already...? Not even all the stuffs here yet, and where'd you keep your computer on the ride!?'

Opposite to the stairs and boiler room was an arch that lead to the dinning room. Boxes open and still taped hugged the walls. The table was set, but there were no chairs weren't. Sighing, he left through the door that connected to the dinning room, finding himself in the kitchen and seeing his mother typing away at her laptop, a small circle table ('More like a nightstand if you ask me.') holding it up. Mirai sitting on a plastic chair, to focused to say 'Hello' to her son.

Yuma sighed again, he'll bother her when he's done looking around. The kitchen was almost as sad as the furniture room. Stained windows above the sink, dirty floors, and he swore he saw something look at him when he opened the fridge. The he went right from where he came in, only to see across the hall where his father was. With an unamused face he closed the door. Doing a complete turn and facing the opposite direction, he opened the final door. Wind hit him in the face and the smell of rain filled his lungs. He immediately closed the door. Slumped against the door and sliding down, he moaned at the woman in the room with him.

"Mom."

Nothing, just typing.

"Mom."

More typing.

"Mom."

Even more typing.

"Moooooooooooooo-"

Hand slammed down on the little amount of room around the keyboard, the plastic chair nearly falling back. Yuma brought his hand up in front on his body, the bored look he wore was replaced by fear. His legs snapped close to his chest.

"Yuma Tsukumo, I am trying to work! If you need something to do, then go upstairs! The bed should be up by now, so nap! Go outside for a little longer, make friends with the neighbors children! Just let. Me. Work!"

She immediately say down and started working. 'At this rate if I do that again I'll be grounded. Better should just go upstairs.'

He crept passed his mother, to the door that led to the hallway. He even tiptoed while ho upstairs, worried he'll disturb his mother again.

After he reached the top, he stopped stealthing. The hall above the ground was identically to the one underneath, just different room arrangements. Did the people who made this place have no imagination? He swayed his arms and opened the room down the far right. His parents room.

The ratty circle bed at almost soothing to him. At least it almost looked like home. The window was the only light source and he was fine without using the switch. (Mostly because he didn't want to. He heard something go "click-click" up above him. It might go "chop-chop" on him if he turned on the light.) The only door besides the exit was the bathroom. Titles were falling off and the mirror had small cracks on the edges. The pink shower curtain was the newest thing there. He moved it and nearly screamed. Bugs were crawling everywhere around the tub. They swarmed the bottom, but they didn't seem to be able t get out of it. (Thank God.) He flung the curtain back on and ran out of the bedroom and into the room on the other side of the hall- his room.

He slammed the door shut and slid down the door as he did in the kitchen. At least his room didn't have bugs (hopefully). A wooden toy box was right next to him. Lost childhood memories were buried at the bottom, along with pieces of his skin since everything picked, hooked, and cut him. He gave those up for his games and console. "Things that didn't try to rip off his finger" as he put it few years ago. His open closet on the other die of the room was almost empty. He's current clothes were barely big enough, he's have to tell mom that soon. His bed sat in the middle. Nothing special, plain old bed with red blankets and a white sheet. A window was across from it, so any light would shine on him if he was in bed. ('Waking up when the sun does. Joy.') That was it for his room. He got back up and slowly tuned the knob, the door hinges giving a loud and long creak because of how slow he was moving. He saw his bathroom. (Not going in there after what I saw.) And near his parent room was what looked like the broom closet, (I'm not getting anywhere near that room again. Not until I see an exterminator.)

What else was there to do? People how live farther away- maybe in town would probably come by tomorrow. Cathy and III were both dealing with problems now, what was there to do?

'Mom said something about going outside. Isn't there a forest out there? I wonder where it ends.'

Yuma raced down the stairs, for the last set he slid across the railing, jumping down with enthusiasm. He even ran to the kitchen, hollering out "I'm going to explore!" to his mother. He just barely heard the "Don't go to close to the well, and looking out for animals!"

'A well? I'm know I shouldn't, but...'

Yuma jumped up and clicked his feet in the air.

'Oh well!'