[h3][color=SkyBlue][u]Gen Itoshi[/u][/color][/h3]
[i]Sunday, June 6[sup]th[/sup] - 2015[/i]

[i]Itoshi Residence[/i]

Cleaning his own room was probably Gen's worst decision. One may ask what triggered that particular impulse. The answer would be that he was unable to find the triple A batteries that had escaped from the remote control. They were the smallest things, those batteries, and he had previously lost the thing that sealed the batteries (what was it called again? Cover thing? Black thingie? No, that was just wrong). He was always proud of his vocabulary, and yet, he could not recall how it was called. In any case, that was neither here nor there, because the matter at hand was the batteries, not the... thing.

It was amazing how an object could disappear so easily, especially when one just scattered all his personal belongings on the floor, bed, desk, but nothing on the closet. Even the cubical TV was the bearer of miscellaneous stuff, which was piled up so dangerously that it would put the Tower of Pisa to shame. It could not even be called an organised mess; it was just an outright disaster. His mother had stopped cleaning the room for him long before his father's death, so he could learn how to be responsible. Such was the top first year student's irony.

[Color=SkyBlue]"Hey, I haven't seen this in ages!"[/Color] Gen pulled a t-shirt up from the floor and saw a Saint Seiya keychain that he had bought with his first allowance. It was Cygnus' cloth box, linked to a chain and this to a keyring. All this time it had been under something, either a shirt, a magazine, or God knows what. It was faded and dusty, as it had not been used for quite a while. It also brought a certain memory back: when he first showed it to his parents, they did not allow him to take it to school because 1) he did not have any keys to begin with and 2) he might lose it or get it stolen by one of the kids. They were pretty adamant in their decision. So this thing had never left home, and as time passed by, Gen forgot about it, and before he knew it, he lost it. Or so he seemed. It all comes back if one puts effort into finding them.

The batteries were just next to the keychain.