Yao was awoken to loud knocking on his front door in the middle of the night. For a breif moment he mistaken it for thunder, it was storming heavily outside. He waited, there was huge flash light, illuminating his romm for a good five seconds, then came the thunder. It was like the sky itself was was bieng brought down. Yao checked the time, it read 00:00 exactly. He gulped, he was a bit guilty of being a little superstitious.
The knocking came came again, of this he was sure. 'Well, whoever out there might be cold and wet considering the weather and they just might've gotten stuck in the rain and needed somewhere to stay for the night...Yes that must be it.' He thought a bit nervously. He got out of bed and put on a robe, manners beating superstition.
Slowly he made his way downstairs trying not to wake anyone up but then again, anyone who could in this made weather wouldn't be so easily woken up. Yao had reached downstairs now. He was standing in his studio, where he made and sold his paintings, mouth agape. His eyes had fallen on a portrait of a voilet eyed man with snowey blond hair. How could he possibley have forgotten about that! He hurried over grabbing a bottle of black paint. Then he dumped the dark coloured paint on the portait of the strange eyed man, he hoped he wasn't too late. His face quickley changed from releif to a mixture of fine astoneshment and sheer horror. The paint had slid right off. It was like water sliding of oil. Only the parts which he hadn't painted already got affected giving the picture a black background making the picture all the more menacing. His parent's word came back to them. He had dishonerd them. What was he to do know?
Suddenly the knocking came again. Yao started at the noise and looked toward the door nervously. Well...There was really only one way to find out and there was no use in prolonging these things anyways. He cautiously made his way to the door. He hesated a bit but then knocking came agian and unlocked the doors and began to open the door carefully began to twist the door knob open.
It can't be said for sure who or what exactly he was expecting but it was probably the man in the painting. He slowly poked his head out the door to examine who it was. Yao gasped in shock when he saw who it was.
"KIKU" he nearley yelled. The releif was clearly evident in his voice. The man standing outside clearly picked this up quite easiley for he replied "Where you expecting anyone else?" Allowing confusion to overcome his usually emotion masked face. "No of course not, who else visits at a time like aru?" He opened the door wider and moved aside so Kiku could enter. "Come inside, you must be cold aru." Kiku stepped inside. "Ah, sorry to come at a time like this but I took a flight that had scheduled at a time most convenient for me I should have considered something like this. I apolgigive for any inconvenience it might have caused you." Yao shook his head, the man who stood in front of him was his ever so polite first adopted son.
He was quite a polite boy even when he first met him then decided to adopt him. He was originally a boy from Japan. After Yao brought him back back to his house in China, he found out that he was also quite shy and timid. Yao had grown quite fon of him and in a short while, managed to get him think the same way. He held quite close to his culture however, more so than any of his other kids, insisting that he do things his way while trying not be a burden. It was strange and he admitted that at points it could get a little frustrating, but Yao had a lot of paiteince and sometimes he found himself wishing he could go back to this time whenever the topic of Kiku was brought up. it was a much better time then rather than now where there relationship has been nothing but kind words. At one point in time He had apparently hit off the wrong nerve with Kiku and then he moved off to Japan when he was old enough to sustain a job as a digital developer and its been this way ever since.
Yao relized that an awkward silence had lasped so he decided to break the silence. "so have have you been waiting long?" he asked. "Ah, outside I mean." he said looking at his confused face and he wondered if he had een thinking the the same things. It had been for to long since they had last seen him in person though he was always welcome back here.
"No, actully I had only knocked once on the door and then you opened it." He began, "I was thinking that with the storm and all you would not be able to here me so I thought I would come later." After a bit of hesatation he added, "If you don't mind me saying, it felt as if you were down here the whole time...What is the matter?" He asked a bit worridley looking in to Yao's pale face. Kiku had always been good at reading the atmosphere. But Yao had stopped listening.
Yao went over to the big antique clock in the room and checked it. The big hand was on the twelve and the other smaller one was on the two; 00:10. If Kiku had indeed just started to knock then that would have been a good five minutes beforehe had started to knock. Making a big question arrive: who had been knocking one his door?
Well thank you for reading thus far, like promised updated quickly. There shouldn't be any mistakes but forgive me if there are. To be honest I had a little trouble writing this and a bit of writer's block BUT nature decided to be kind enough and send a storm towards me thus the storm. Sorry if I seem to prolonging this but it should start going smoothly. Also thank you to that one person who had Favorited it already, it gave me the courage to update this, you know who are! Till then See ya~!
