Plot: Yzak learns that his father had walked out on he and his mother, a few months after his birth. Ezaria brings a new boyfriend into the picture. Who isn't all he seems to be. What'll happen when Yzak learns the truth…!

The skies to the PLANTS were darkened over with heavy storm clouds. Rain pelted down its furry soaking anything and anyone who dared to step outside. Distant lightning lit up the skies, in striking arrays of colors. Shocking yellows, purples, and even reds. That paired up with the thunder on the horizon, was enough to put anyone in a good, or, bad mood…

For a certain platinum blonde haired male, nights like this just weren't his thing. Though, inside, he really did enjoy watching the seemingly dancing lightning as it traveled the length of the sky. Flashbacks of Dearka, his secret lover, and himself watching the thunderstorms through the night in one another's arms came forwards in his mind…

..:Flashback:..

It was a night, just like this. Stormy and dark. Sitting on a shaded porch was two males. Both seemingly the same age. Sitting on a single lawn chair, the said male, known as Dearka, or in Yzak's mind, when he wanted to tease the other, 'Arky' he used to call him..

Lightning struck in the distance, and Dearka tightened his arms around his lover's waist. "Mm…Your really fond of storms like this…aren't you, Yzak?"
Dearka wasn't one to ask questions like that, so it took the male by surprise. "Huh?" he questioned, adjusting himself in the others grasp. "…I guess I do…" he murmured softly, both were drenched from the rain, drops fell from his bangs as he hung his head slightly. "I knew it…I could see it…Yzak don't be ashamed just because you like something…alright?" he replied slightly sternly to show he was serious as he pressed his lips on the blue-eyed males forehead..

But that was a year ago…before Dearka had died in the line of duty. Tears stung the sides of his deep blue eyes, and he immediately stood. "Arky wouldn't be happy..if I cried," he told himself, as his back turned to the porch, slowly starting inside he and his mothers larger manner…


The certain porch he had always watched the lightning from, was just outside the library on the second floor. Slowly heading inside the large rows of books. Wondering how many there really were. His eyes scanned the titles, when something new caught his eye…

My mother's diary! His mouth was open in awe. Who would a guessed Ezaria kept a diary? Knowing it was wrong; he pulled his hand away from the book, thinking his choices over. Hesitantly, he gripped the diary. Opening it slowly. Telling himself that it wouldn't hurt, just to glance at it. Opening it too a random page, he looked down. Reading over his mother's neat handwriting. This passage was dated over 17 years ago…

His blue eyes read every word, making sure not to skip one word. Until….

Yzak's mouth opened once more, and the old diary fell hard to the ground. Stepping away from the open diary facing him. Shock and Disbelief showed clearly on his face. His unusually pale skin was covered in Goosebumps as thunder rumbled in once more..

"My Father..."