Little busy, being added little by little
Sotaru Nekozawa, only 12 at the time, was a child of few interests. He mostly stayed locked up within his room or asked his parents to fly to certain places on their plane. You could say he was one of the stereotypical rich children that got whatever's asked for. He could even get away with anything. A regular kid wouldn't even be able to even begin imagining what kind of life-style he even lived.
Sotaru wasn't often moved much and would keep certain things to heart and mind, never changing and always the same. Never being fickle, he always went by a certain schedule and never changed one thing about it unless it was truly necessary. However at the time, he wasn't aware that his entire story would be rewritten and changed over. The list and schedule would be burned and crumpled to ashes, and his life's perspective would take a change for the better; the rich children say he turned to the "commoner's" approach to life, but their opinion mattered not. All that mattered was that change of life and meeting him.
Sotaru woke up, sitting up on his bed and scratching at his straw blonde hair. His blue eyes seemed to shine when the light came into the room. Despite the eyes looking so innocent, you couldn't help but feel the brush of coldness within them shudder into the body of the one staring into them. He shifted his legs over to the edge of the bed, sliding to the floor, and taking quick, yet not fast-paced, steps to the door.
Upon opening the door, he strolled over to diningroom was, starting to move slowly due to the shifting movements of the plane as not to fall down of run into something. He sat in his vacant seat and started eating the dull and plain food before him. "Gustov, where's my parents?" Sotaru asked coldly.
"Still planning your surprise Sir..." he replied.
"What is it?" Sotaru pushed.
"You'll find out once we land."
"I want to know now..." he said.
"I don't care what you want... your parents gave me specific orders not to tell you what it might even be."
Sotaru groaned in reply. "Oh, come on sire, cheer up."
"If you want me to cheer up, tell me what I'm waiting for."
"You are going to be very upset then until then, then."
I pouted. "I hate being tantalized..." he muttered to myself
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His eyes were covered by a black bandana, his blonde hair seemed to curl up with every step he took and with every flick and flutter of the wind. Sotaru grew more and more anxious with every step he took. Whether it be a good thing or a bad thing would depend on his surprise. He could only imagine in his mind what he thought it would be. His parents were predictable to him after all. It was probably another nanny, tons of toys that he yearned for, or anything else that could be envied upon and repay Sotaru for his parents always being gone for the most part. He sighed upon the possibilities in a bored manner. "They more than likely won't even be there..." Sotaru knew in his mind. "Not like they would care anyway..."
