Moving from Italy to Japan had been easy. There had been one small bag with his belongings.
Moving from his home in Japan, to this school, was a whole 'nother story.
Dragging a rediculously large suitcase down the hallway, Kiku was beginning to question his own hobbies. He might just have to do that dreaded "closet cleaning" his dad had been talking about. Really, it was more his dad's fault for spoiling him. Grunting, he dragged it down the hallway, heels digging into the floor. He counted the rooms along the way, feeling more like he was counting how many pounds his luggage was.
Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty three..Aha!
If any of his neighbors were in their rooms, he'd have to apologize for the ruckus later. He fished out his key, and bumped the door open with his hip, before practically throwing the suit case into the room. With a sigh, he shut the door, and heavilly slumped against it. From his spot on his new carpet, he took in his surroundings. A mundane bedroom, meant to be a blank canvas for teenagers to decorate to their delight? Kiku was down with that.
His eyes fell on the monstronsity that was his luggage. Assuming the crap in his bag wouldn't eat him before he finished decorating. First thing was first though.
Crawling over to his luggage, he unzipped it, before shoving his hand into the dangerous unknown. After rummaging around, he retrieved a small picture frame, with a picture of him, his mother, his father, and his best friend. That was set on it's rightful place on top of the night stand. Then he spun on his heel, and glared at the bag.
It was unpacking time.
Somewhere, in the corner of his mind, Kiku could hear the Jame's Bond theme playing along.
By the end of the day, this room would be covered in swirls, stars, and enough shiny things to make Edward Cullen go blind.
Moving from his home in Japan, to this school, was a whole 'nother story.
Dragging a rediculously large suitcase down the hallway, Kiku was beginning to question his own hobbies. He might just have to do that dreaded "closet cleaning" his dad had been talking about. Really, it was more his dad's fault for spoiling him. Grunting, he dragged it down the hallway, heels digging into the floor. He counted the rooms along the way, feeling more like he was counting how many pounds his luggage was.
Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty three..Aha!
If any of his neighbors were in their rooms, he'd have to apologize for the ruckus later. He fished out his key, and bumped the door open with his hip, before practically throwing the suit case into the room. With a sigh, he shut the door, and heavilly slumped against it. From his spot on his new carpet, he took in his surroundings. A mundane bedroom, meant to be a blank canvas for teenagers to decorate to their delight? Kiku was down with that.
His eyes fell on the monstronsity that was his luggage. Assuming the crap in his bag wouldn't eat him before he finished decorating. First thing was first though.
Crawling over to his luggage, he unzipped it, before shoving his hand into the dangerous unknown. After rummaging around, he retrieved a small picture frame, with a picture of him, his mother, his father, and his best friend. That was set on it's rightful place on top of the night stand. Then he spun on his heel, and glared at the bag.
It was unpacking time.
Somewhere, in the corner of his mind, Kiku could hear the Jame's Bond theme playing along.
By the end of the day, this room would be covered in swirls, stars, and enough shiny things to make Edward Cullen go blind.
