There were barely any words said during the ride. Shizuo sat in the back looking out the window, the bright sun hitting his face. When the car finally stopped, the man spoke. "We are here," he said with a deep voice.
Shizuo slowly stepped out of the car and started studying his surroundings. His heart started beating faster as he saw a massive, white apartment complex with two guards at the gate towering over him.
The driver got out of the car and addressed Shizuo. "Mr. Amaya, I was told to inform you to talk to the reception, they will give you a key." Shizuo nodded and sluggishly walked towards the building.
When he entered, he was blinded by the bright chandeliers hanging low. The room was silent, but the silence was occasionally interrupted by the receptionist clicking buttons on the key board.
He walked over to the receptionist, and spoke with a quiet tone. "H-Hello ma'am, I'm A-Amaya Shizuo… I was told to speak to you." She looked up from the computer and raised one eye brow. "Oh, so you're his son?" she rolled her eyes, as she walked up from her chair to a nearby drawer.
"7th floor, number 46… we will have your things delivered to your room very shortly," she handed him a key with a small tag attached.
Shizuo took the keys and walked over to an elevator with huge metal doors. He walked in and pressed the button on the control panel. Its hum felt suffocating and his body felt heavier.
When the elevator finally stopped, he took a step outside and started looking around. "Let's see 46, 46, 4— there it is!" He looked at the seamless, brown wooden door in front of him.
He reached into his pocket and slowly took out the key, putting it in the key hole. He twisted until he heard a click, then he turned the cold, door knob, pushing the door open.
When the door opened, he was greeted by a dark living room and the smell of new furniture. He went inside and turned the lights on. He slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, running his hands over the cold leather.
It was directly in front of a massive television that looked unused. As he stared into his reflection in the television, a lump formed in his throat. He smiled and shook his head before getting up to look around the apartment. He opened every door and explored every room methodically.
Before he finally sat down again, he heard a knock on the door. He quickly opened it and was greeted by a man. "Hello sir, I am here to deliver your things," he said hastily.
Shizuo opened the door more and signaled him in. Once he was done, he bowed his head and left the apartment. He looked at the boxes and sighed. "I'll have to do this now or I'll never do it." he thought, as he grabbed the box cutter on the counter top.
That evening, Shizuo stood before the mirror in the bathroom. He washed his face and wiped it with a towel. "I'm finally done…" He stepped out the bathroom and into his bed. But before he could sleep, a thought flashed in his head.
"I have to thank him." Shizuo picked up his phone, his hands shaking, and dialed in his father's number. His heart beat faster with every beep.
Finally, he picked up and his father started speaking. "What is it, Shizuo?"
Shizuo took a deep breath and said, "H-Hey, Dad… I just finished setting up… and I wanted to say thank you," His father paused for a second before he spoke.
"It's fine… I left you some money in one of the drawers… and you'll get allowance once every month." "Really, Dad… thank you very much," said Shizuo, with a smile on his face.
But suddenly his father's voice turned to ice. "Don't mention it… I have to get back to work now," he said, as he hung up the phone. "Dad?... Hello? Da—" Shizuo sat there looking at his phone.
"There he goes again… not even a goodbye this time," he thought as he threw his phone to the side and pressed his head against the cold pillow, his smile fading.