Post by Sendo Takahashi on Apr 13, 2009 20:36:09 GMT 1
"Damn heavy boxes!" Sendo thought to himself as he finished unloading the last of his families stuff out of the U-Haul and into his new suburban home. As he walked through his front door, he half placed, half dropped the box he was carrying on to the kitchen's tile floor. The pots and pans inside clanked together like metal drums.
"Oh good", Sendo's mother looked over at him from the counter. "You brought in my cooking stuff. Just leave them there and I'll dig out what I need. Why don't you go see if your father is settled in yet?"
Sendo, rubbing his aching back replied with the irritated sigh that most teenagers use when asked to do something, and walked into the den where he saw his father hobbling towards a book shelf, and his eight year old brother Tanimoto sitting in a large armchair kicking his feet back and forth with unyeilding energy.
"Here dad, let me get what you need", Sendo called out.
"No, I got it," his father said back to him matter-of-factly. "I need to do something to keep my muscles moving or else my body will probably just decay faster."
Sendo sighed, "Alright then. Is there anything else you need me to do?"
Mr. Takahashi responded back with, "I think it's almost time for school, neh? Would you walk Tanimoto to the bus station to make sure he gets there alright. From what I hear about from the guys at the office, there seems to be some pretty mean kids out there sometimes."
Sendo glanced over at his little brother, "Yeah, I'll see you after I'm done with class." Tanimoto smiled so wide that his grin nearly covered his entire face. "Do you want me to walk him home from the bus too?"
Sendo's dad hobbled over to his desk and placed his cane be his feet as he plopped down into his chair and said, "you don't mind, do you?"
Sendo smiled faintly, "Of course not." He looked over at his brother and said, "You ready or what?"
"Hai!" His brother shouted out, and bounded for the front door. Sendo grabbed his backpack and left the house with a "sayonara", and headed on his way.
Sendo was walking down the street casually with his bag slung over his right shoulder and his left hand nestled deep in his pocket. His brother ran circles around him hollering at him in japanese. He wore a rainbow colored beanie on his head, propeller and all. The look deeply contrasted the serious cool look Sendo was trying hard to pass off. Dispite being so young, Tanimoto, like Sendo spoke fluent english. Since their father was a linguist proffessor in Japan he had insisted on speaking only in english when inside the house, that way Sendo and Tanimoto would learn both Japanese and English languges.
As they walked towards the bus stop, Sendo saw a gaggle of people he didn't know of aall different ages. Some of them were younger kids like Tanimoto, and others were high schools like himself. "Maybe everyone takes the same bus?" He thought outloud, as Tanimoto rushed ahead of him into the group of strangers.
"Oh good", Sendo's mother looked over at him from the counter. "You brought in my cooking stuff. Just leave them there and I'll dig out what I need. Why don't you go see if your father is settled in yet?"
Sendo, rubbing his aching back replied with the irritated sigh that most teenagers use when asked to do something, and walked into the den where he saw his father hobbling towards a book shelf, and his eight year old brother Tanimoto sitting in a large armchair kicking his feet back and forth with unyeilding energy.
"Here dad, let me get what you need", Sendo called out.
"No, I got it," his father said back to him matter-of-factly. "I need to do something to keep my muscles moving or else my body will probably just decay faster."
Sendo sighed, "Alright then. Is there anything else you need me to do?"
Mr. Takahashi responded back with, "I think it's almost time for school, neh? Would you walk Tanimoto to the bus station to make sure he gets there alright. From what I hear about from the guys at the office, there seems to be some pretty mean kids out there sometimes."
Sendo glanced over at his little brother, "Yeah, I'll see you after I'm done with class." Tanimoto smiled so wide that his grin nearly covered his entire face. "Do you want me to walk him home from the bus too?"
Sendo's dad hobbled over to his desk and placed his cane be his feet as he plopped down into his chair and said, "you don't mind, do you?"
Sendo smiled faintly, "Of course not." He looked over at his brother and said, "You ready or what?"
"Hai!" His brother shouted out, and bounded for the front door. Sendo grabbed his backpack and left the house with a "sayonara", and headed on his way.
Sendo was walking down the street casually with his bag slung over his right shoulder and his left hand nestled deep in his pocket. His brother ran circles around him hollering at him in japanese. He wore a rainbow colored beanie on his head, propeller and all. The look deeply contrasted the serious cool look Sendo was trying hard to pass off. Dispite being so young, Tanimoto, like Sendo spoke fluent english. Since their father was a linguist proffessor in Japan he had insisted on speaking only in english when inside the house, that way Sendo and Tanimoto would learn both Japanese and English languges.
As they walked towards the bus stop, Sendo saw a gaggle of people he didn't know of aall different ages. Some of them were younger kids like Tanimoto, and others were high schools like himself. "Maybe everyone takes the same bus?" He thought outloud, as Tanimoto rushed ahead of him into the group of strangers.