Fan Fiction ❯ Phantom ❯ "I Like It The Way It Is" ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Standing on the front porch leaning on one of the posts his arms crossed loosely over his chest Yukishiro watched the threatening black clouds looming closer. The wind was ferocious now, ripping at his t shirt and jeans and rattled the new rice paper of the shoji doors behind him. Hiroshi stepped outside and looked at him leaning back on the wall by the door. “Your mother is happy.” He said. Yukishiro’s lip twitched in a smile. “Oh?” “The plumber assured her he can install a garden tub in that bedroom near the kitchen.”“Well that’s good, I guess.” Hiroshi nodded watching the storm clouds.“The electrician will be in next week to wire the house. Have you decided about the dojo, yet?”Earlier in the day the question had been raised on whether or not to wire the dojo with electric lights. Yuri had said of coarse it had to have electricity, why wouldn’t it? Yukishiro hadn’t been so sure. He liked the quiet simplicity of the dojo the way it was. He didn’t really want it changed. Hiroshi noticing his discomfort had told it was up to him, if he wanted them fine and if not ok. “I like it the way it is.” He said after a few moments of thoughtful silence. His father nodded his head stepping back to the door.“Alright well I can call the electrician then and tell him he can knock one room off his list.” He said with a chuckle sliding the shoji shut behind him. Yukishiro sighed walking slowly down the porch to the new shoji doors that hid the long and silent room. He started to open the door but stopped his fingers just lightly touching the paper. There was something about this room, something about this whole place that just wasn’t right. It was as if he could sense something else going on here, something hidden in the shadows that he could see and yet couldn’t see at the same time. He stood for a long time that way, motionless, his fingers touching the oiled paper softly before a loud roar of thunder brought him out of his reverie with a start. Heavy raindrops began to spatter the grass and ground, the wind whipping it onto the porch and getting him wet. Hurrying back along the porch he ducked inside the main house where his mother sat amidst the cartons and boxes unwrapping books, knickknacks and towels. “Are you alright?” she asked noticing the wet spots on his clothing.“Yeah...the thunder startled me that’s all.” He said walking down the short hallway and into the room he’d claimed as his own. Although small it was perfect for him, since he didn’t keep much in the way of possessions. On the walls hung two Dir En Grey posters as well as wall scroll of a samurai warrior, his bookcase was filled top to bottom with books, his tv, vcr and Playstation 2 perched atop it and virtually useless without electricity. His desk held his laptop, also useless and thus still in its case, and the other boxes of his belongings he hadn’t felt like unpacking earlier. His low bed was put together and neatly made, his mothers doing no doubt. Walking over he sat down on it and sighed listening to the thunder roar outside. Laying down he clasped his hands behind his head staring up at the ceiling. Everything ached from all the work they’d done this past week. It was the good kind of ache though, the kind that comes with the thought of a job well done. He smiled a little listening to his dad singing ‘Stormy’ as he put things away in their room next door. Closing his eyes he let the hammering of the rain put him to sleep.