It was a warm spring day, perfect for an upper class garden party, but not just any party, a birthday party. Atoshi Urishima was turning 21, finally old enough to have control of his trust fund and work at his fathers company. His father had spared no expanse in throwing this party, the best food and drinks, music and only the highest class of guests that ran in their circles. Thomas Urishima looked out over the guests and smiled, he had a little surprise waiting for his son when it came time for his gifts.
Atoshi himself was talking with his group of friends, each with some form of booze in their hand. "So... Finally able to drink (legally)... But I finally get control of my money... No more stupid 'allowance' from the old man... Everything goes in my name tomorrow!" He cheers and laughs with his friends, he glances over to the large table filled with his gifts and grins "Not a bag haul either... Wonder what all these rich bastards got me... Not much more the old man can give me... I get it all once he's gone..." They look over as the mic cues up and his father starts to speak.
"Alright everyone... I believe it's time for my son to receive his gifts... If you'll all gather around the table, he can start opening them..." Thomas took his wife's hand and lead the way to the table, his mother giving Atoshi a kiss before he sat down. He knew better then to argue that he was a grown man, he learnt years ago that he wouldn't get his parents gift until he opened everyone else's and thanked them.
He smiled at his mother and took his seat, "Alright... Let's get this started..." He was passed the gifts one at a time, opening them and thanking everyone, they were amazing gifts. A little over an hour later, he opens the last one and smiles, setting it aside for the staff to take inside later.
"Alright son... It's time for our gift... Now you need to be careful with this one... It was a little harder to come by then anything here..." He waves his hand over his other gifts, then a few maids wheel out a rather large box, his father calls him over. "Well... Open it..." Atoshi looks to his friends, then his parents before shrugging and pulling the large bow, the box falls away.
Atoshi himself was talking with his group of friends, each with some form of booze in their hand. "So... Finally able to drink (legally)... But I finally get control of my money... No more stupid 'allowance' from the old man... Everything goes in my name tomorrow!" He cheers and laughs with his friends, he glances over to the large table filled with his gifts and grins "Not a bag haul either... Wonder what all these rich bastards got me... Not much more the old man can give me... I get it all once he's gone..." They look over as the mic cues up and his father starts to speak.
"Alright everyone... I believe it's time for my son to receive his gifts... If you'll all gather around the table, he can start opening them..." Thomas took his wife's hand and lead the way to the table, his mother giving Atoshi a kiss before he sat down. He knew better then to argue that he was a grown man, he learnt years ago that he wouldn't get his parents gift until he opened everyone else's and thanked them.
He smiled at his mother and took his seat, "Alright... Let's get this started..." He was passed the gifts one at a time, opening them and thanking everyone, they were amazing gifts. A little over an hour later, he opens the last one and smiles, setting it aside for the staff to take inside later.
"Alright son... It's time for our gift... Now you need to be careful with this one... It was a little harder to come by then anything here..." He waves his hand over his other gifts, then a few maids wheel out a rather large box, his father calls him over. "Well... Open it..." Atoshi looks to his friends, then his parents before shrugging and pulling the large bow, the box falls away.