"Kensuke!" called a gentle voice. Hearing his name be called, the young boy looked up. A woman with a kind and loving smile on her face went to him. It was his mother, of course. Checking in on how he was doing while his father was busy talking with another man. Kensuke Kurosaki smiled at his mother, grabbing on to the hand that was extended to him. At this, his mother bent down to kiss her son. "Your father has made good friends with another big and important family, dear. They have children of their own, and I would like you to meet them. Be nice and polite, ok?" she began to fix the boys attire and hair.
Kurosaki frowned. "But mother…" he was going to complain, when his mother put a slender finger to his lips to hush him. "Don't worry, darling. You will be great friends with their son! Why, he is your age as well. Don't be shy, now." She lightly scolded him. Standing up straighter, she began to lead the two of them to a room in which Kurosaki's father was in. Looking across from his father, he saw another man with whom he guessed was with his own family. His eyes scanned over the wife, the daughter, and two sons. His gaze stayed on the youngest boy, in whom his mother had mentioned was his age.
The other boy had a slight look of surprise, before a smirk had made its way to his face. Kurosaki felt himself become a little shy, but did not step behind his mother. He knew he would be scolded if he acted childish. He averted his eyes to the ground; it had begun to take his full interest. He had to look up again when they were introducing themselves. The man and woman, who were the parents, were named Seiji and Shiori Kizami. Their daughter's name was Haruna Kizami; who had curtsied as she was introduced. The older son, Kouki Kizami, bowed. Last but far from least, was Yuuya Kizami. He did not take his eyes off of Kurosaki, but as he bowed, it only left him for a second.
It was his turn for introductions. His father and mother had introduced themselves, and him. Kurosaki bowed, held it for three seconds, and came back up. The other family seemed impressed, considering that he was only 6 years old and with such manners. He gave Mr. and Mrs. Kizami a warm smile when they had given him the same. His father and Mr. Kizami had spoken up, mentioning they should not lose any more time with their business. Kurosaki's mother went to go talk to Mrs. Kizami. The elder brother and sister had left the room, to who knows where, really. Yuuya Kizami, their youngest son, seemed to have been leaving too. Was he not going to spend time with him? Kurosaki followed after him, tapping his shoulder when he finally caught up. When Kizami turned around, his eyes seemed to slightly glare at him, but it quickly disappeared. It was enough to intimidate the currently timid boy.
Kurosaki brought two fingers together, having them gently push against each other. "A-ah, um…do you think that we could... get to know each other more? I want to be friends with you…" he squeaked out. He heard a light chuckle escape the young boy. Looking up to see his chuckling acquaintance, Kurosaki felt his face heat up. Kizami seemed to only smirk at this; and a hidden emotion glinted in his eyes. He stood straighter when the young boy spoke up. "Of course. Come with me, I'll show you around my home. Tell me about yourself, Kensuke Kurosaki." When his name was said, Kurosaki felt his heart thump. The way he said his name… he couldn't really pin-point it, but it was strange.
"W-well, I'm six…like you…" he wasn't really sure how to begin to talk about himself. Maybe the basics, considering he was so young, there wasn't much he could say about himself. "I like to read. My mother tells me that it's important to have a lot of knowledge. I guess that's why I know some big words, and sometimes… I can understand the conversations my parents have with other adults. It's not all that interesting, so I don't pay much attention." He smiled, that seemed to start it of nicely. Kizami did not look at him much, but he seemed to be listening. "I like to help the maids around my house with chores, I really love-" he was cut off by his companion. Kizami looked at him oddly, "You seriously help your maids? Why's that? You do know they are there to serve you. Not the other way around. You should know that."
Kurosaki seemed slightly hurt. "I-I don't know…I just love helping with chores... It's also something to do around the house when I don't have anything to do." He explained, he didn't really have anything else to say on the matter. He could see that Kizami had a slight look of awe, and then there was that certain feeling that he was thinking something Kurosaki couldn't put his finger on. "Interesting. Well I think we are going to make great friends, Kurosaki." Kizami said calmly, the smirk on his face not faltering for a second. Kurosaki smiled, that's exactly what he wanted! "I'm glad! I thought so too." He admitted, a little blush making its way to his face. He was glad that he would have someone to be with when his father was busy working. It was quite relieving.
Kizami's house was amazingly huge. It had beautiful antique and unique things to ornate it. Kurosaki hadn't realized Kizami had begun to talk about himself. "..I don't have much to say about myself, really. I guess I like to read like you do, but I wouldn't say I could relate to you with your chores. Also, I am not a big fan of my family. In all honesty, I hate all of them. However, I seem to manage." Kizami had a serious expression on, but it softened when he looked back to Kurosaki. "My life seems to be turning for the better, because now you are here. I get to keep myself busy with you. Like I a little escape now." This made Kurosaki giggle. "I feel very grateful that I can help you like that." Kurosaki smiled kindly at his new friend.
Thus, their friendship began. However, the peacefulness would not last forever.