Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

Kazuye just wanted to fall onto bed, and curl up, smell the scent of clean fabric, and test of the bed actually was as soft as it looked. But it was lunchtime, and certainly not the time for a nap! Besides the cleaning and such, he still had to?Well, go meet his brother for lunch and finish that picture that he had been sketching a while before. One thing he liked about music, it boosted the brain??s imagination more than anything really. Casting a glance to the innocent looking sketchbook on his bed, the blond boy wondered if he should take and sit down and? Ugh. If he did that, he wouldn??t get anywhere, plus, he would be late for the lunch! And he wasn??t going to pass up a chance to be with his older brother at all! Turning up the music, he hummed to the sing, the rhythm making him a more efficient worker. ??Mother?Father?Wherever you are? I wish you could see him again? After all these years??? His eyes closed, parents?? worried faces all those years ago still fresh on his mind. ??Remember?I??ll try to make him remember?No, I will make him remember.?? How could he have forgotten?? Had there been a trauma to his mind? He had heard from some of his friends that had been left behind with well wishes and pleads to write back, or contact any way he could, that through enough stress, it was enough for the brain to shut down. But?If that was so, what had happened to Sinclair? Biting his lip, he had paused when unfolding a black and red sweater. Shaking his head, he took a coat hanger and placed it in the racks. So he would be living here now?It would feel kinda strange living in such a big house, with maids and butlers? The younger brother nearly leaped out of his skin, surprised at how quickly he had answered the door. His eyes were wide, blinking once, twice, before shrinking back to their normal size. He dipped his head, the bangs of his ridiculous hairstyle falling over his face even more. Now?Um?This was confusing. So?Knock when not expected, and?don??t knock when expected? Alright, that could work. Thinking of it, it wasn??t that hard?And why was he thinking about this? Kazuye might have started banging his head on the walls for having the strangest thoughts dash through his mind, but than, Sinclair might have though him crazy. So he settled for a smile, looking up at the male with a sheepish grin. His stomach answered for him growling slightly, as he placed a hand over it, laughing, scratching the back of his head. Well?That was slightly embarrassing. He did, however, followed the other??s footsteps, glancing around the other??s room. Especially his bed. Wow. That one was?Well?Wow. Three people could sleep on there, no problem, for sure. And he though his bed was big. But what caught his attention was the large picture of the woman he had loved so dearly. Mother. Eyes bright as he stared at the picture for a long moment, taking in her appearance, of the numerous ones had had seen, and the ones that were always in his memories. It made a bitter lump form in his throat, as he swallowed it down. Did he remember who she was?? Most likely, or he wouldn??t have it?But where was Father??s picture?? But strange, if he remembered Mother, why didn??t he come looking for them again?? Questions that needed answering, questions that he didn??t want to touch at the moment? Kazuye shook his head, and headed out the balcony, a fresh wave of air caressing his face. He wanted so badly to kick out his feet somewhere, but it would have been rude? It looked?Delicious. The food that is. ??Oh. Sorry!? Plopping down on a chair, he looked at the soup, before spooning it into his mouth. It was good! Blinking twice?He devoured the meal, almost inhaling it down like he had been dying of hunger. ??It??s really good!? He commented, before munching on the salad and sandwich with the same gusto. It was after, before he took a swig out of lemonade, the headphones hanging around his neck, surprisingly clean. No doubt that his ability to eat so?cleanly came form years of practice with his earphones around his neck. He should say something?But what??listu