I ended my call with Ouma as I stared at the suitcase in front of me. It was empty, I took a deep breath as I began to pack in my clothes folding them up. Even that music shirt Akamatsu gave me on my birthday, and the checkered pattern one Ouma gave me so every one would know I was in his secret organization.

Back then it was ten pet rocks but it was still a nice gesture.

Then I put some books I had gotten over the years, realizing now that some were missing. Oh yeah I let Ouma borrow them didn't I? He really loved the Detective Kirigiri series too huh?

I felt myself smiling reliving those memories of us as kids. We would always find whatever kind of money and we would spend it all on those detective novels because our parents never got them for us.

We would spend hours after school and during reading those books, and Ouma would always read out some of the characters in funny voices. It was a lot of fun reading...He used to tell me I should be a detective like Kirigiri and he'll be my phantom thief for me to catch.

It seems so silly that back then most of my worries were about Ouma getting chased by Momota or being scared of talking to a lot of people. Ouma...He was the one who helped me through that huh? Or more likely he pushed me to do it myself...

And now I'm leaving him.

I packed more valuables till I finally got to a picture of me and Ouma. It was of last year when we went to go see a movie on Valentine's date because Ouma said it was Single Awareness Day also along with some other classmates. Ouma drank so much soda that when the eventual crash came he was so sluglike it was hilarious, and this photo of him sleeping on me was used as blackmail on him for months by Harukawa.

I picked up the photo and headed for the suitcase. I stopped. No...no I'm not doing this...I'm not putting Ouma in a box. I'm not going to act like I'm fine and ok with this. I'm not going to leave the persom who I cherish and care about more than anyone else. I'm not putting Ouma in my box.

I shut the suitcase and put it on the floor,  took the photo out of its frame and into my pocket as I headed downstairs. My mother looked at me for a second before calling, "we're going to the airport soon Saihara! Make sure to bring your suitcase down!" She ordered.

I took a deep breath.

"No" I told her looking at her straight in the eye. She stared at me in shock for a bit, "what did you just say go me?" She asked. My heart was pounding as her eyes were like daggers daring me to defy her.

"No" I repeated, "I'm not going to listen to you anymore, or follow your orders... I'm tired of waiting for you to finally realize how I have my life to live and you had yours..I'm tired of you controlling me and manipulating me and insulting all the people who actually care about who I really am instead of what I'm not!" I shouted.

I looked at her, this person who was supposed to raise me but instead tore me apart. Even now I still couldn't love this person. Hate...that's what I described it until now huh? Maybe that's strong...but hate is sometimes the right word.

She just gritted her teeth "Shuichi I don't know what gave you at last a f*cking back bone but you don't argue with me, you're living under my roof and you're following my rules! Now get your sorry ass in the car!" She yelled.

"I'm eighteen" I reminded her, trying to stand my ground "I remember when I was a little kid I always dreamed of the day I finally left...but even when I was finally old enough I stayed...hoping you would change...you didn't...and you won't ever will" I lamented as I opened the door.

"Shuichi! You're ruining all I had planned for you!" She screeched, "do you want to be a nobody? Is that what you want?!" She argued.

"I don't care what I become as long as it isn't you"