Post by Kazuma on Jan 19, 2007 7:46:43 GMT 1
Kazuma lay on an air mattress in the middle of a bare brown carpeted rug. The house had long since been empty since the day he had moved in, everything but the kitchen had been stripped to the bare walls. It was a nice house located in the suburbs of this city, graciously lent to him from an old friend who had not even stepped foot inside these walls since he had moved to Europe several years back.
As Kazuma lay there asleep on a Saturday morning catching up on some severly missed sleep when all off the sudden the doorbell echoed through out the empty house. Kazuma jumped his right hand shot forward holding a large fighting knife, kazuma himself was breathing hard. He was startled but it was more from his dreams then anything. If not disturbed he would have woken up in the exact same matter just hours later.
The doorbell rang again and Kazuma stood up quickly “Who in the hell could this be” He placed the knife behind his back and walked to the door, dressed only in a pair of grey sweat pants and a black ribbon that held his now long hair behind his head. Opening the door he saw a man dressed in a uniform with a pad in his hands. “hey buddy you Kazuma Sagara?” Kazuma gave a nod still holding tightly to the knife behind him “Well in that case all your stuff is off the truck and on the lawn, Just need a signature” Tossing the knife to the side his hands raised up and grabbed the pad and the pen held to it by a string and wrote his name down quickly. And with that the man took his pad and turned around Kazuma just looked on. “Hey buddy what did I just sign for???”
He got no answer as the man hoped into his truck and just drove away. As his eyes traveled away from the truck he noticed as his worldly possessions boxed up and laying on the lawn. They had all finally arrived from Varron. He could only look and realize they had left him all alone to move every thing into the house himself, from his furniture to his heavy equipment.
As Kazuma lay there asleep on a Saturday morning catching up on some severly missed sleep when all off the sudden the doorbell echoed through out the empty house. Kazuma jumped his right hand shot forward holding a large fighting knife, kazuma himself was breathing hard. He was startled but it was more from his dreams then anything. If not disturbed he would have woken up in the exact same matter just hours later.
The doorbell rang again and Kazuma stood up quickly “Who in the hell could this be” He placed the knife behind his back and walked to the door, dressed only in a pair of grey sweat pants and a black ribbon that held his now long hair behind his head. Opening the door he saw a man dressed in a uniform with a pad in his hands. “hey buddy you Kazuma Sagara?” Kazuma gave a nod still holding tightly to the knife behind him “Well in that case all your stuff is off the truck and on the lawn, Just need a signature” Tossing the knife to the side his hands raised up and grabbed the pad and the pen held to it by a string and wrote his name down quickly. And with that the man took his pad and turned around Kazuma just looked on. “Hey buddy what did I just sign for???”
He got no answer as the man hoped into his truck and just drove away. As his eyes traveled away from the truck he noticed as his worldly possessions boxed up and laying on the lawn. They had all finally arrived from Varron. He could only look and realize they had left him all alone to move every thing into the house himself, from his furniture to his heavy equipment.