Prologue

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Zee.

Chpt. 4 – Anti-Nostalgic

Yuki walked through the grocery store placing foods from the list Romea had left for the children's care. She seemed to be a real health nut with these kids, not one sweet on the list. The blonde writer smirked; he'd get some sugar in these kids if he could help it, and got a box of cheesecake. Wait, why did he care about what those little brats ate, it wasn't like he cared anything for them. Why hadn't Julieta told him about them, damnit?

He quickly paid for the food and headed for his care, but suddenly stopped once he passed a window. Sighing, he hurriedly put the food in his care and walked back to the window and went inside the store.

"Yes, may I help you?" asked a middle aged lady eyeing Yuki suspiciously as if he was a pervert.

Well, what could Yuki do about it; he knew he did not look like a father. He hadn't had time to prepare himself for this parenthood thing mentally of physically. Nervously, and unlike the usual Yuki Eiri, he responded, "I-I was wondering if I could get those two outfits for two four year olds?" He pointed toward the window.

The lady smiled at him. "Of course, anything you like," and she went to go retrieve a pair.

Damnit, those little brats were getting to him, Yuki cussed as he waited for the lady to return. What could he do about it, they were his children, but it hurt too much to look at them. In Juliet, he could see all the coldness of his present self, the closed-off-ishness and independent stance. While, in Romeo, he noticed the innocence and shyness that once was his youth, before it was taken away from him by the hands of one he had trusted. All the good and bad things in his life seemed to play across his eyes just at the presence of the twins. He'd never meant to have kids. Could he be a good father?

The saleslady came back with two boxes. "Here you go, Mr. Eiri."

Yuki took the boxes and handed over the money before leaving the store still lost in thought. It wasn't until the reached his care and had put his car into neutral that he realized the middle aged saleslady had recognized him. Crap, what now!

Yes, I know it's short, but it was a needed chapter, and I thought it ended well like this.

Thank you reviewers, please review this chapter as well, thanks

Zee