"Masato, this is Ren. I'd like you two to play nicely together whilst your father and I speak," my father said as he gently pushed me towards the blue haired boy.

I didn't like the look of him and I could tell that he didn't like the look of me either. But he smiled at my father as if to say yes and the two adults left us alone in the room.

"Why are you hear?" I asked turning away from the boy.

"My father has business with your father," he answered monotonously.

"How old are you?" I asked looking back at him.

"Seven; the same age as you," I scowled at his response.

"Whatever. Nice to meet you, I suppose," I said and stuck my hand out reluctantly.

"Nice to meet you," he replied shaking my hand awkwardly.

I pulled my hand away quickly and the blue haired boy shrank back slightly.

"How long will our father be here?" I asked.

"An hour or so," he answered.

I turned away from him and began walking towards the garden door. I was stopped by Masato pulling on my sleeve.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

I yanked my arm away from him as I continued walking towards the door. As I reached for the latch, I heard him whimper.

"Don't leave," Masato mumbled as tears began to form in his eyes.

I couldn't look at him; he was just so helpless. I pushed the door open and stepping into the garden extended my hand towards him. He looked at me, confused by my sudden gesture. I smiled at him and he wiped the tears from his eyes. Masato began making his way towards me and took my hand as he stepped into the garden.