"Mori, mori, mori, mori, Morioh Cho Raaadioooo~"
The radio sang as the host came on with his usual flair, filling the dim house with more noise than the usual empty creaking and dirt shuffles that usually echoed inside since the late teenager had been left alone. Sure, he still had friends around Morioh, but they were all growing up and moving on to different things.
His spoon clinked in the cereal bowl as Okuyasu shuffled through a stack of papers on the kitchen table. He'd taken to using it as a workspace as he finished the last year of his schooling, but was finding that he spent less and less time in his room and more down here. Easier to run out the door if he was late, which was almost always.
crrrk
The old house settled again, but Okuyasu ignored it. He was too busy trying to finish his cereal and read something in the newspaper. Reaching out his fingers without looking, he felt around for a pencil and grunted when he couldn't find one. Turning in his chair, Okuyasu spotted the ceramic cup fill with writing implements halfway across the room.
Too lazy to get up, yet too amped on sugar to tear himself away from the paper, Okuyasu held up his right hand. A corona of green energy began to form around it, and he made a swiping motion towards the cup.
"The Hand!"
BVVVMMM
The cup suddenly jerked towards him at high speed, a couple pencils jiggling loose into the air as he caught it in his left hand. Okuyasu grinned to himself, thinking it was too bad no one had been here to see how cool that was. And then the flying pencils stabbed him in the forehead.
CCccrrkkkk
"Hey, hey, hey!" He shouted all of a sudden, dropping the pen cup and instinctively putting his hands up. "An enemy stand user? In my damn house?" He exclaimed angrily, getting up with a jolt and suddenly swiping through the air. "You can't take me by surprise, I'll-"
He tripped over his backpack lying next to the table, just before the negative space void sucked him forward...crashing headfirst into the wall.
"Oiii, what the hell?!? This is even more confusing than that Radio Tower guy!" The hotheaded youth picked himself up and crouched by the wall to examine the drywall and the massive hole his head had made going into it. Turning around on his heel, he listened intently. "Hmm...musta scared them off." Heading back to the table, he grabbed his bag and sucked down the rest of the cereal before triumphantly stepping towards the door to another day in Morioh Town, Arcadia, The Crossroads.
CRUNCH
And as his foot came down, the floor collapsed underneath him in a cloud of dust and wood and structural damage. "Oh yeah, that's right..." He thought to himself as his vision went dark from the pain. "Keicho never paid those contractors..."
The radio sang as the host came on with his usual flair, filling the dim house with more noise than the usual empty creaking and dirt shuffles that usually echoed inside since the late teenager had been left alone. Sure, he still had friends around Morioh, but they were all growing up and moving on to different things.
His spoon clinked in the cereal bowl as Okuyasu shuffled through a stack of papers on the kitchen table. He'd taken to using it as a workspace as he finished the last year of his schooling, but was finding that he spent less and less time in his room and more down here. Easier to run out the door if he was late, which was almost always.
crrrk
The old house settled again, but Okuyasu ignored it. He was too busy trying to finish his cereal and read something in the newspaper. Reaching out his fingers without looking, he felt around for a pencil and grunted when he couldn't find one. Turning in his chair, Okuyasu spotted the ceramic cup fill with writing implements halfway across the room.
Too lazy to get up, yet too amped on sugar to tear himself away from the paper, Okuyasu held up his right hand. A corona of green energy began to form around it, and he made a swiping motion towards the cup.
"The Hand!"
BVVVMMM
The cup suddenly jerked towards him at high speed, a couple pencils jiggling loose into the air as he caught it in his left hand. Okuyasu grinned to himself, thinking it was too bad no one had been here to see how cool that was. And then the flying pencils stabbed him in the forehead.
CCccrrkkkk
"Hey, hey, hey!" He shouted all of a sudden, dropping the pen cup and instinctively putting his hands up. "An enemy stand user? In my damn house?" He exclaimed angrily, getting up with a jolt and suddenly swiping through the air. "You can't take me by surprise, I'll-"
He tripped over his backpack lying next to the table, just before the negative space void sucked him forward...crashing headfirst into the wall.
"Oiii, what the hell?!? This is even more confusing than that Radio Tower guy!" The hotheaded youth picked himself up and crouched by the wall to examine the drywall and the massive hole his head had made going into it. Turning around on his heel, he listened intently. "Hmm...musta scared them off." Heading back to the table, he grabbed his bag and sucked down the rest of the cereal before triumphantly stepping towards the door to another day in Morioh Town, Arcadia, The Crossroads.
CRUNCH
And as his foot came down, the floor collapsed underneath him in a cloud of dust and wood and structural damage. "Oh yeah, that's right..." He thought to himself as his vision went dark from the pain. "Keicho never paid those contractors..."