Thread: - Escaping the Rift -

The blonde haired male could only look upon his elder sibling with a look of?well, it was hard to tell. Regret? No, he couldn??t regret meeting his dear brother again, not after so long? He had hardly believed that his brother could have been found, after vanishing all those years before? That chaotic sounds, in the middle of the night, as he would get up, and watch from the shadows as people ran around the house, keeping him awake all night, as they questioned his parents. Horrible night, and lonely days, where was his brother?? Where? Where was he?? Come back?? How much did he remember?? Obviously, not him?But it was a hole in his stomach, of anyone, of anything in the past?Why couldn??t he remember him? Kazuye was slightly bitter, but since when was life ever kind to those who lived it?? He snapped out of his thoughts no more depressing ones, he was here, finally together with his brother again. Ah! No, he was leaving! Catching up to him with a few quick bounds, his footsteps hurried as he caught up to the older male, he could believe him. After all?Well, he could believe someone could get lost in this mansion. His eyes darted around, his head tilting to the sides to try and get everything and anything in his vision at once, but he was sure keep one eye on the male guiding him around. It was like?If he took his eyes of him, Ruiza?would vanish again. The hallway was long, with numerous of doors that lined the walls. On the contrary to the fact that there was nothing to see, there was a lot?Just hidden behind a door. This would have been an amazing place to explore, but it also gave him the feeling of being small, insignificant, like being a kid again. Bathrooms, check, gotta remember that?. There were rooms he couldn??t enter? Raising an eyebrow, he nodded, one of his hands tucked into his pocket. He was slightly surprised at the privacy no entering Ruiza?Sinclair??s room, nor his father??s? Unless called. This was quite a strict place, now that he thought about it. Eyes darted towards the last three doors, eyes glancing over them, curiosity on his face. Severely punished?Huh? What was behind those doors?. Though he had the feeling that there was some story, like?those creepy stories parents would tell their child not to do something? But still, It was something so?captivating about the forbidden. Scratching the back of his neck, he sighed. But a similar sound that came out of his brother??s mouth made him turn, as the other seemed to lead the way once more, tapping open a door with his foot. Now this one was? His room? Blinking, he gazed at the interior, as he nodded, spotting a few familiar items that he had brought alone. He opened his mouth to thank the man, but he was gone, just like that. Frowning slightly, ??Yes, those are mine?? He affirmed the statement. His eyes seemed to be glued to the room, but his head turned towards his brother, before his eyes left whatever he was looking at, blinking as he turned to face the speaker. A smile broke across his face, more like a small, lop-sided grin, his shoulder shrugging slightly at the same time. ??Thank you, brother.? His smile was slightly sad, but he stepped into his room, hearing the other leave. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath, as his eyes flickered open, as he crossed the room to the widow, looking outside. Ah?It was beautiful? A hand on the window, as he leaned on the glass pane. Kazuye stood there for a long time, head touching the glass, his weight supported by the transparent barrier. As if an invisible signal, Kazuye started to mull around, pulling out the clothing he had stored in his luggage into the walk in closet, a bunch of CDs? A sketchpad and a pencil case made their way onto his desk, thrown there without a backwards glance, but by sound, Kazuye noted that they had fallen safely onto the soft sheets. Music blaring in his ears he had turned on the music sometime when unpacking, when he straightened up, stretching, humming to himself a song, as he moved with quick actions. He had a few things, clothes, the everyday things, before straightening up. Hm? Heading out of his room, headphones still on, he drifted towards where he remembered his brother??s room was. ?Was it this one?? Maybe. Eyes blinking, he knocked on the said door, waiting for the person to open in, hands in his pockets. He said not to enter without permission...But was it permission if you had been invited...?listu