I will apologize in advance for any typos, spelling errors, punctuation errors, grammar errors, or any other mistakes I might make in this story. Please bear with me, because I have no editor. I will also state that this is only the first chapter of the story and I will not guarantee erotic scenes in every post. And remember: The characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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'How long has it been since I have been in Japan?' Ayase thought somberly to himself. He drove down the familiar streets that make up his home town. He hadn't been home in over eight years, and the roads, and buildings hadn't changed a bit. Sure there might have a few new buildings added, but the old ones hadn't changed at all. 'Mom will be happy to see me.' Ayase had called his mother in advance, and told her he was coming home to go to a local college. She had been overjoyed to hear that, until Ayase told her that he wanted to rent an apartment. He could almost hear the smile slide off of her face, as he explained that he was too old to be living with them. When she finally decided that he was right, she offered him a room in one of the deluxe condos that my father owned.
I didn't even have to think about it, and accepted her offer. She was happy about that, but she was even happier when I promised to visit her often. 'Damn, that woman loved me so much. I really do need to make it up to her.' Ayase pulled into the old familiar driveway, and pressed the button on the intercom. "Open the gate mom, I'm here to get some of my old things." The gates opened and Ayase drove slowly up the driveway. His old house hadn't changed a bit, the same perfectly manicured lawn, and beautiful, extravagant bushes of flowers. The house itself had slightly weathered yellow paint, and stood at two stories tall. Ayase knew that the inside wouldn't have changed either, and as he parked his car and stepped inside his thoughts were proven correct.
His mother almost jumped on him as he walked into the house. Ayase's mother had always been a small woman, but he hadn't realized how small she was until her small frame was clinging to him.
"AYASE!" She yelled. "I am so happy you are home! Oh my goodness you have gotten so tall and so strong." Ayase's mother stood back to get a good look at her son, and Ayase got a good look at her. She hadn't really aged that much, just a few silver hairs here and there in her raven black hair. Her sharp silvery-blue eyes were the same color as Ayase's, but his were thousands of times brighter that her's. She was very short in comparison to Ayase, only leveling up to Ayase's chest. She looked up at him, eyes glittering with excitement.
"You look just like your father," she smiled softly, and ran her fingers in Ayase's hair. "Mom." Ayase grunted, he wasn't used to the affection and cleared his throat quickly.
"Where is dad anyway?" Ayase already knew the answer, but he decided to ask anyway.
"He is flying to America this week. He will be home for a few weeks next week, so you better come visit while he is here." She smiled with the most enthusiasm Ayase had ever seen in an adult.
"Alright mom. I promise I'll come visit. Anyway I'm just here for some old books, because I'm sure none of my old clothes still fit." Ayase smiled down at his other, and she grinned.
"Alright, honey. You go collect them, and I'll go see if we have some boxes that you can use," and without another word she almost skipped off to go find boxes. Ayase laughed to himself, and began walking toward his old room. He looked around at the interior of the house as he walked. She hadn't changed the arrangement of the furniture, however she had changed the colors of the walls.
Eight years ago, the walls of the house used to be pale yellow, almost like the outside. Now the walls were warm red, and all the furniture and blankets matched. Ayase shook his head, 'She always has to have everything match.' He came upon his old room, and turned the nob. Ayase's eyes grew a little wide when he saw that his room was exactly the way he had left it. The walls were still pale blue, and his built-in book shelves were still overflowing with his favorite books, as a child. The white carpet still had pale purple stains from where his old cat used to knock over his glasses of grape juice when he was seven. 'So many memories in this room.' Ayase thought to himself.
He began pulling down some of the books that he still liked in present day, and his mom appeared with four large boxes. "Use as many of them as you need, and if you have some left over just leave them in here. I really need to redecorate, and make this a guest room." Just then one of the grounds keepers appeared in the doorway.
"Mrs. Keigo. Your assistance is needed in the flower garden out back." Mom looked behind her and smiled.
"Alright William." She place he boxes down and left. Ayase was happy to have the time to himself, and he quickly packed away all the books he wanted, leaving only one empty box.
He carried the boxes out to his car, and then went to say goodbye to his mother. Quick hugs and kisses were exchanged and he drove off. Ayase knew he would be visiting her often, because the house is very close to the apartment. Once he got to the apartment he quickly unloaded all his bags and boxes. His apartment, was on the second story and extremely spacious to only harbor one person. Ayase went exploring and found out why it was so spaced out. There were two rooms. His room, and another on the other side of the, too big, living room. Ayase shrugged. 'I guess I'll use that for a guest room.' Ayase scoffed at his own thought. 'As if I'll be bringing anyone home.' Ayase quickly unpacked all his clothes, which only filled up half of his closet, and two drawers of the dresser. He decided to leave the books in the boxes until he got shelves for them to go on.
"Well then, all settled"
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The next few days Ayase picked up his schedule for school, and bought his books. The first day of college rolled around and he sat in his first class with no one there. He watched everyone slowly file in as the time for the first class to begin, drew near. A few familiar faces showed up, including Ayase's first love's best friend, Miro. Miro didn't even look up as he took a seat at the opposite end of the bench Ayase was sitting on. He decided to be friendly, and talk to Miro. Knowing fully that Miro would not recognize him.
"Hey. What is your name?" He acted as casual as possible, for being in suck close proximity to the guy he used to hate.
"Miro." He replied in a clipped almost annoyed tone.
