Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

No problem! 3 The food was good, settling in his stomach he had been quite hungry for some time now, but of course, it hadn??t been apparent until a few moments ago, when food had been presented to him. All that excitement and nervousness had put a delay on his hunger, but it didn??t take it away completely. The food was gone, almost not a single drop of soup, a crumb of bread on the plate, or the salad. He was now currently sipping the minty lemonade from the glass, feeling more or less content, and slightly sleepy as well. Nodding, Kazuye agreed with the male who was currently dining with him It was a very good meal, though simple. Blinking, the slightly younger blushed slightly, the tips of his ears turning red. So Sinclair had noticed that he had been looking at the picture. He couldn??t help it?His mother had been a beautiful lady, and he missed her so much. He watched as the pitcher of lemonade deposited some of it??s content into his glass, as dark chocolate eyes flickered back towards the speaker. Silence he remembered he was his mother?But?Father? What about him?? Did he consider the man before to be his father?? He didn??t understand, this was all so confusing? But the answer came a few moments later, she was his mother, but he didn??t remember her. But why?Why did he just remember her face that she was her mother. He opened his mouth to answer, but closed it, looking away. ??Mom and Dad missed you so much??? He thought, his fists clenching in his hands, ??Those?Kidnappers?They dumped you in an orphanage, and now you??ve been adopted. Your real family?Missed you so damned much.?? The remembrance of the longing made his gut churn, as he took a deep gulp of lemonade to subdue the feeling. ??We loved you so much?I still do.?? His eyes were sorrowful, but without his memories, Sinclair could take it as anything he wished, ??Remember soon, brother??? His hand reached up, running his fingers through his? ??bangs?? that covered one side of his face, style his friends convinced him that he pulled off quite well. Visual Kei, a Japanese Genre of?music? It was a style really, of the band. Kazuye??s head shot up what was his mother like?? How could he answer that? It was?a strange question. After all, she was his mother as well. He was about to answer, when he took the question back. A small smile, as he shook his head. ??It??s alright.? His voice was soft, ??She was?Loving. A motherly figure. She cared?a bit too much, she would scold me and my sibling a lot, weather it was when we ran outside in the rain to play in the mud, or?well, do the thing young boys do their age. But, she loved us, strict, but it was still loving, and kind. She wouldn??t just say no, she would give us a reason, though it was never enough to convince us not to do it.? Kazuye smiled cheerfully, memories were warm, no matter what happened. Another question? He tapped his head-phones, before removing them, pulling out the music player, an I-Pod, before flipping open the case. ??Me? Anything I can get my hands on.? He confessed, grinning sheepishly. ??Though my friend is pretty good with a software?It??s called?I think, Vocaloid. It??s a program that has people??s voices programmed into it, and you can make it sing songs and stuff. He??s pretty good with it, though it??s in Japanese. I??m his lab rat, to see if the songs are good. Majority of them are, and I??ve kept the final copies.? He was holding the left part of the headset, scrolling through the music selection. ??You like listening to music?? He inquired, searching for one song he wanted to see if he had put it in.listu