From counting dollars to counting stars (Shunnosuke's Prelude for Chapter II)

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Shun sighed, through the plane's window after noticing a certain neighrborhood was drawing near. Two years have passed and though he never considered returning to the islands, he knew very well there was something dragging him back. Call it an intuition, sixth sense or whatever, but deep down Shunnosuke knew he had to, simply as that. As if there was some mysterious being whispering in his ear to do it, see? Like a strong divine suggestion. It was funny, in a sense... He swore to himself he'd never return and then...there he is, betraying his own vow. And he never believed deities, gods or any supernatural entity, and yet his whole sophomore year shoved in his face how little his iconoclastic views are. The world is far bigger than you can imagine. Far greater than your neighborhood bubble... And once he realized that, lost in his thoughts as he stared outside the window to the orange-toned evening sky, he sighed.

[...]

Once the plane landed on its safety, Shunnosuke looked at the visibly expensive clock attached to his wrist. 6 PM. British punctuality and precision, something the young Kurosawa valued greatly. Still, while most people would get up from their seats, grab their bags and get ready to disembark, he remained sit, staring to the soon-to-be-dark sky, where some stars already began to shine. Likely, the time he spent wandering in thoughts was too long to the point a flight attendant had to come and delicately bring his senses back to reality.

— Excuse me, sir? — She had an embarrassed and sympathetic smile upon his lips, almost as if she's committing a sin of disturbing a customer's peace. — The flight is over now. — Shunnosuke didn't reply immediately. He looked at her with a rather tired and silent expression or, to be more precise, an expression of someone who's anticipating a tiring occasion. As he didn't say anything in response, the lady couldn't find a proper way to act to not enhance the already palatable awkwardness in the air. After all, how can you establish a dialogue with someone who appears to have no will to speak back in first place? His only response was a sigh, dismissing any possibility of approach while returning his sight to the sky outside. Dark, immense and starry... What had he returned for?

[...]

The airport was not so crowded at this time of the year, which is good. He didn't want any unecessary spotlight upon his arrival. After quite some time laying low, one could say Shunnosuke grew slightly used to be a regular teenager rather than the heir of a prestigious company. Of course his family on his mother side still pressured the young man to return to Azores and fill his duties to the corporation and while Shunnosuke wanted that more than everything...he made a vow. The first vow he could never broke: to be a good son to his father and stick to his side when no one else wouldn't. Ms. Eriko Kurosawa, now a single lady eager to return the prestige to her family by seeking a prosperous marriage, still had her parents by her side and the company of maids and butlers along, even if she showed no interest in the business. Leighton Crawford, however, had no one. Once the divorce papers were signed, he left the mansion with barely nothing for himself, save for the great sense of relief, the anxiety for starting over and returning to the profession he loved more than anything...and his son. The child he struggled to love was now a grown up man that chose him instead of money, luxury and prestige. A gesture he didn't expect and couldn't be more grateful for. However, nothing could shake off the feeling that the teenager would soon give in to his addictions to luxury and so, as Leighton predicted, the months Shunnosuke spent with him and their now humble life style had come to a temporary end; the familiar presence of the enterprise's chauffeur (likely he had been waiting for him for a while now soon as the patriarch of the Kurosawas learned about the plane's schedule) gave him a strange and unwelcome sense of reality. Of stepping in a solid ground for a change. He didn't do anything, though. The Kurosawa was just there, in his quietude waiting for the employee to approach him, perhaps ask for permission to pick his bags, only to gently escort him to the family's limousine and finish what has been an extensively tiring trip. And while he could anticipate with surgical precision this sequence of events, one thought far from cheerful run in his mind:

From counting dollars to counting stars (Shunnosuke's Prelude for Chapter II) GdlU3HK

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