Juuzou's Crystal Necklace

He was born in the cold, winter month of December in 1992. He was the prettiest little baby his mother had ever laid eyes on. His baby blues reminded her of crystal, but she knew they would change color as he grew. She adored him so much and even as he became a young boy. She was a very doting mother and always dressed her son in the best clothes, all thanks to her husband. He was a marketable business man and had a large company in Nagoya, Japan.

“Juuzou! Don’t get your suit dirty!” His mother called out through the window. She has obviously been too busy to play with her son. She was always too busy even if she appeared to do nothing. Juuzou had to rely on the servants for some kind of entertainment or his toys, half the time he couldn’t play outside unless he promised to not get dirty. Wearing suits had become incredibly uncomfortable for him. He saw other children wearing shorts and T-shirts and he didn’t understand why he couldn’t wear something like that. But today would be different. Instead of playing alone he would finally get a playmate. His father was having a business meeting in his office soon and had told Juuzou that the man coming over was going to bring his daughter. The news of a friend thrilled him.

Juuzou let out a huff and gave his mother a small glare while she wasn't looking and sat down on a rock in the backyard. He was going to wait until the girl came. He kicked up dirt and small rocks with his shoe, waiting patiently. His head rested in the palm of his hand while his elbow rested on his knee.