Health: ██████████ 100%
Carrying: Nothing
Location: 'Home'
Speaking with:Father
~My facade is nothing but an illusion,
Please see me for who I am,
look under the mask and see my heart,
my soul, my pain, my suffering...~
(I know the skip is in the night, but this just covers the whole Sunday until nighttime)
Zayn was jerked out of his uneasy slumber early Sunday morning but the sound of his cell phone going off the bright and jingly tune that was going off did not match his grumpy a** mood; knowing now there was only one number on it currently, he knew exactly who was calling him before he had even looked at the caller ID. He was very tempted to just roll over and ignore the phone, a quick glance at the time indicated it was around 7:30 in the morning still early enough for his father to plausibly think he'd slept through his phone, but that might mean he'd call later on or come home to have words with him, a prospect that Zayn was dreading immensely.
With a grunt off annoyance he sat up and raked a hand through his hair and reached for his phone before he pressed the accept call button
"Hi dad" He murmured softly
"Ah Zayn, sorry to wake you so early but...I'm afraid I'm going to be stuck at work for a few more days yet there's a big deal happening and its all hands on deck to make sure things are running smoothly...I'm sure you understand" Amir, Zayn's father spoke in that same calm authoritative tone of his.
"...Yeah" He said but in reality he didn't understand, he didn't understand how his father could just pack up, move to another country and act like everything was fine, or how work was somehow more important then his son or acknowledging the last couple of weeks had even ******** happened. Still he held his tongue, the last thing he needed was another loud argument with his father after the last one about coming here, he learned quite quickly that no matter what he did his father would ignore him, so why bother?
"Well I've transferred some money for groceries and such into your back account...I know we have nothing to eat yet, also I'd appreciate it if you'd unpack some of the boxes in the house today, don't worry about the flat pack furniture there should be some people coming around in a couple of hours to put the more complicated things together" His father explained but Zayn was barely listening as he got out of the warm blankets on his bed and headed to the window; it was raining and looked to be pretty horrid weather for a Sunday morning and reflected how he felt perfectly.
Instead pf listening, Zayn's thoughts wandered to his sister, about how she'd laugh and dance in the rain, much to his fathers exasperation and his mothers despair before she'd died she got her new dressed all dirty, she loved the rain and was always a tomboy, always looking up to her big brother...
He missed her.
"Zayn...Zayn are you there?" His fathers voice interrupted his thoughts sounding mildly concerned when a long silence stretched out between them.
"Yeah, I'm here...sorry father" He muttered as he placed a hand on the window pain and wiped the condensation from it absently and perring out into the grey looking street outside with a fown
"I'll start on the unpacking once all the furniture is sorted, the kitchen will probably be a good start" He muttered
"Ah...yes good idea...well I'll see you in a few days then with any luck...and Zayn? I am sorry I couldn't be there to see your school with you, but it is highly recommended...a-anyway, take care" His father said after a few awkward seconds of silence before he hung up, just like that.
"..." Zayn hung up and tossed his phone on his bed; it was literally the only thing in the house that was built and made up, everything else was in cardboard boxes or crates; Zayn knew he'd deal with his own room the very last; if he unpacked his room it would mean that this stay in Japan was defiantly permanent and the thought of it made his stomach churn with homesickness; he missed Syira, missed his old friends, his old school, the taste of food from home...Japan was so different.
Perhaps he was biased; Syria had been far from perfect, but it had been his home and he'd loved it.
Sighing he decided to shower and dress in a hoodie and jeans, as his father as said a group of men came in and began fitting the appliances and flat pack furniture once they were gone he was around lunch time and Zayn headed out to go the shopping with the money in his account, he still wasn't fully used to yen or the currency but he managed to get enough food for a few days and headed back.
After he made himself a plain lunch of some rice and vegetables (He found most of the Japanese food to be bland and tasteless compared to the curries and foods full of spices back home) and began unpacking boxes on the kitchen and living room, at around 5:30pm he gave up as his back and muscles ached from all his hard work and he slumped on the sofa, taking a nap for around an hour before he got up to make dinner.
Once he was full he headed into the large back garden and began practicing his movements for Hapkido and Sojutsu, Hapkido being more about grappling where as Sojutsi was a martial arm based around using primarily spears' martial arts was his focus, it was the only thing constant in his life other then learning new languages that he wholly, truly loved anymore.
He spent several hours training, not even caring that it was raining and cold only until he was too tired and was shivering too much to hold his stance did he flump on the ground and relax on the grass and stare up at the stars with a sigh.
Checking the time he found ti was almost 10:30 and with a grunt he headed inside, changed his clothing and after locking up the house slumped into bed with a grunt; he was aching a bit but it was a good sort of ache from a good work out, he knew he'd feel uncomfortable in the morning but he didn't really care.
All he wanted now was to sleep and not have nightmares.
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