Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

Kazuye seem to hardly notice that Sinclair was so absorbed in listening to him talk about his mother, he himself was quite tangled up in the warm threads of emotion of the past. It felt so good to talk about the fond memories, though it hurt a bit inside, recalling the fact that she wasn??t here anymore, would never see her smile in his direction again, will never see Da laugh, and pat him on the head. But if anything?He could see his brother again?And though he wouldn??t remember, the blond teen would gladly stay by his side once more, and never let go. He vanished before?He wasn??t about to loose him again. But even he could notice that there was something off about the other??s face, a tear on the other??s cheek. Did he say something wrong? But?His voice sounded soft, reminiscing, as his face broke into a soft smile, cheerful and sweet. ??We did? He still does.? It was strange, though, he remembered his mother, and surely, though it was not the same story, he still loved her. It was his turn to listen, try and collect what he was told?or remembered? Who was this???he??? His eyebrows furrowed lightly, but he was quiet, his arms folded in front of him, chocolate eyes soft and watchful. But it seemed that his brother was disgusted by the display of emotion, a swift jerk of his hand whipped away the tear. Startled as the other stood up, Kazuye was bewildered, what had happened, what had he done? His face was questioning, a small lost look that made him seem younger than he was. He didn??t understand, why was his brother suddenly so?different? He went from soft and quiet, to?well? His hands balled into fists on the table, as he watched the other, shocked into silence. He heard the other address him, cold and distant once more. He should just go? What?What? It was almost like a physical slap, the firm dismissal, as the other dipped his head slightly, a little more than just hurt. ??Why?? His voice was soft, meek, but slightly demanding at the same time he didn??t want to leave, didn??t want to leave his big brother alone! His head turned toward the door, his eyes still on his brother. Please?Don??t make him leave? The knocks had spooked him slightly, but Sinclair opened the door, talking quietly with someone on the other side. Or at least, stood there, he couldn??t see who was at the door. It was a short conversation, as Sinclair stepped out of the door, and vanished into the house once more. A breeze ruffled his hair, blond locks swaying in the wind, leaving Kazuye staring where he had left, confusion written plainly on his face. Did he say something wrong? Did he do something? It was spinning around his head, and Kazuye was debating on what to beat himself up over, when a lady came over. Judging by her appearance, she was a maid, or someone who worked in the house. She was an older lady, the kind thoughtful person. He looked up at her, as the blond male was currently sitting down still on the chair. Silence, as she cleaned up the table, picking up the empty dishes, as he fiddled with his music player, his fingers curling around the black wire. Sinclair told him to leave?But he didn??t want to go yet? Not just yet. But than, the lady addressed him, as he turned his head to face her, one chocolate eye blinking twice. Ms. Himura? Oh, so she was the maid. Should he ask her?? ??The mansion?.?? He seemed distracted, ??Oh? Why are those three doors off limits? I would prefer to find my way around the mansion by exploring, thank you.? He smiled at her, getting up. ??I should leave now, Sinclair didn??t seem to happy?? His eyes took a distant, forlorn look, before she looked at the maid again. ??Would you like help with that?? He offered. He was nearly done unpacking his room, and surely needed something to?Well, something to do for a while, since his brother might not want him in his presence at the moment?listu