Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

As he walked away he frowned at the word brother again not fully understanding why this stranger kept calling him that and quite frankly he wasn??t enjoying it either. Did he think if he said it enough times he would just allow it? Shaking his head slowly, the elder teen sat down on his bed lying back yawning softly. He closed his eyes taking in a few breaths of air. After several minutes of Sinclair staring at his ceiling someone knocked on his door. He stood walking over to his door opening it slowly. ??Lunch for two sir?? Sinclair smiled. ??Finally? Bring it inside.? He told the blonde as he opened his door wider for her to come inside. He rarely showed kindness to any of the staff but this particular maid lightened his spirits every time he saw her. She resembled his mother? a lot and well because of that she got special attention. ??Please? Call me Sinclair Ms. Himura.? He told her as she set up lunch on the balcony. ??Alright Sinclair?? Ms. Himura said with a smile as she looked back at him. They had a special kind of relationship, one that didn??t require much talking. They could look at each other and instantly know what one another was gong to say without actually having to say it. It was weird at times but they both seemed to enjoy it. Finishing her task she walked over to Sinclair putting a hand on his shoulder. With a smile she then left the room. The woman left a few moments before Kazuye was done unpacking. When the teen knocked on Sinclair??s door he answered almost immediately probably scaring the crap out of the other male. It just so happened that he was still standing there even after Himura had left the room. ??Kazuye, when invited there??s no need to knock because I??m already aware that you are going to visit. Just come inside but make sure to announce yourself so I know it??s you.? Sinclair said looking down at Kazuye. ??Now that, that??s settled shall we eat?? with that said he left the door walking across the room to the balcony. His room was just as simple as Kazuye??s was but with a few exceptions. His bed was simply huge, with tons of pillows you know the ones you??d see in a magazine. It was neatly made as always? All that remained was a dresser, a walk-in closet, a couple of end tables for decoration, a couch, and a large portrait of their mother off to the side of the balcony??s entrance. He had his father enlarge it? Sinclair wanted it to last forever..and ever? ??It??s a nice day outside so I??ve arranged for us to have lunch outside I hope you aren??t afraid of heights.? He said with a laugh. It seemed after the encounter he had with Ms. Himura his mood toward his younger sibling had changed dramatically. A cool breeze blew into the room, cooling the atmosphere. It was usually pretty hot around this time of day he was happy it decided to cool down. Unbuttoning his shirt a bit, he walked onto the balcony sitting in one of the chairs. It was white, and made out of iron but had a soft white cushion around the back area and bottom area. He lounged back in the chair yawning softly running his fingers through his hair. For lunch Ms. Himura had made a nice light soup with a sandwich and salad off to the side. For drinks she had made a fresh batch of lemonade. She was the chef of the mansion and head maid. ??Come, hurry take a seat Kazuye or your soup will get cold. Unless, you like cold soup.? Sinclair said as he sipped his lemonade, savoring it as the cool liquid slid down his throat. He could taste a slight hint of mint within the mixture which gave the beverage a rather refreshing taste that he enjoyed a lot. OMG exactly 666 words!