[ 別の ] — It was with begrudging acceptance that Tatsuya had accepted this fate. Faced with no one other reality to turn to, his brother given no choice but to transfer to another city in light of recent events, the younger male was given no choice but to move ahead before Katsuya, his elder still having last minute to clear up in the precinct. In Seven Sisters garb, patch stripped off, it wasn’t long before he found himself on a train departing from the Hirasaka Ward. From his understanding, he was due for a long ride.
With no other choice, Tatsuya opted to rest on the train, eyes bouncing between the lighter still clutched in hand, and the urban sprawl as he left part of Japan’s core. He vaguely recalled the destination, the name only sticking out in his mind out of necessity. Yasoinaba. From what he had been told and could still recollect, it was a small town, good for nothing but farmland. Although not opposed to the move, deep down, he knew he was going to miss Sumaru for what it was. A bustling metropolis, alive with the flow of information.
Before long, as the urban sprawl died out, and the view became nothing more than trees, freeway, and farms, the young man quickly lost interest. With no means of distraction, and the lighter only being good as a means to recollect thoughts, it wasn’t long before Tatsuya found himself dozing off. What awaited him was unlike any other, a striking resemblance to a club, a woman’s voice, piano, and the strokes of a brush being the only sound filling the room. Beyond that, it was all a haze, the call of his name and ringing notes of the instrument being all that remained in his mind. It was washed away with the call of next location, Okina City. As a favor from his brother, he had his bike delivered to the local police station there.
As quickly as he had left the train, he had done so just as quickly with his departure from Okina and the station. Brushing away officers questions about his brother, and what the big city was like, he kicked off on his motorcycle, heading out on the wide, straight road down towards the smaller farm town. To each side, the world looked the same here. Mountains on each pass, if not with plains breaking them up from touching the sides of the roads. It was vibrant with plant life, but it might as well have been dead to human life. Disregarding it, Tatsuya only turned his eyes back to the road, the tell-tale signs of civilization arising on the horizon.
Unfortunately, whether or not he saw it, did not change the fact that the town was dead in more ways than one. The roar of his bike even sounded dull as he moved from open road into intersections from place to place, looking to make his way to the new home quickly. Although it was still holiday today, there was the beginning of a new semester tomorrow. He was still a senior, and he doubted Katsuya would let him live down poor attendance as easily here. Word spread faster in these towns, even without the lack of information cities like Sumaru have.
As had been expected from the day before, there was still school. Sleeping through, there was still a good week or two before his brother arrived. As such, the fridge was empty below. At the very least, utilities had been arranged for beforehand. A surprising show of responsibility. Nonetheless, opting for the Seven Sisters uniform in place of the Yasogami one sent ahead, with reason of it feeling more natural, as well as enjoying the flagrant disregard for authority. Mounting the motorcycle once more, he made his way to the new school.
Once Tatsuya begun intersecting with other students making their commute, it was to no surprise that he caught many stares and whispers. Not just those about a new transfer, but over his motorcycle, the different uniform, and even that of appearing to be much more urban, even more so than some apparent other city student who had come in long before him. Nonetheless, he moved on. It wasn’t as if it was exact same at Seven Sisters about him, just not about being a transfer, instead never being in classes.
The class was silent as he made his introduction, as was the homeroom teacher. Rumors worked just as well here, it seemed, mixed messages being quick to spread about who he was. Intimidation, however, came along with them, not just out of fear of the unknown, but his more than cold, detached personality. As soon as his name had been uttered, he moved to take a seat, making a point to take one not next to any other students. He wasn’t keen on others trying to butt into business that wasn’t theirs.
As the day had come and gone, classes, lunch, and more classes, Tatsuya just as quickly left the room as he had entered, making his way through the second years floor quickly, coming down to the lobby. Hands stashed in pockets, no possessions brought with him, he disregarded everyone just as much as they attempted to make a subtle effort to avoid him. They would do the same as he attended to his bike idly at the bike racks, doing his best to not just stay away from home, but to plug away at what he loved.
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