Creamy here! I just have to say one thing...I don't really like explaining the reason why Asch's name was Luke for the last 10 years...so I'll explain next time...or not...and sry for the long wait...I have my reasons but I won't tell since it'll be taking up time so just read...Stay tune to the up coming chapters since I'm have a very 'interesting' idea (heehee) to make Luke do...

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Chapter 5

Nothing makes sense

There was only silence which filled the dinning room. Dead silence. No one talked. The air was filled with tense mixed together with three drops of fear. Fear of how one would react. Fear of how to explain without hurting the other. Fear of knowing the truth.

Asch's was holding onto his fork and playing around with the meatball covered in mushroom sauce on the plate. He was pushing one side to the other and back again. The red hair boy was very uncomfortable in this room, the room's atmosphere to be straight. He wanted someone to talk, he wanted answers. But at the very same time, he didn't want to know anything.

"Luke, please lis-" a gentle and yet wavering voice sounded trying to break the frozen air and the silence of the room.

"My name is Asch. Not Luke." the boy replied trying to hold back his hatred for his old name. "Never was in the past nor now." he added under his breathe making sure no one could hear him. The atmosphere in the room got even more colder when Asch said what he just did.

"Listen son, your misunderstanding everything currently!" his father sounded trying to break the even more colder and frozen air. Trying to drive away the tenseness of the room. When his father said this, Asch used the fork he was holding onto and stabbed hard into the meatball he was playing with. So hard that it seemed as if he was trying to kill someone in one stab of the small fork in his hands.

Misunderstanding? I'm not misunderstanding anything. He thought angrily to himself. How could he misunderstanding anything? His mother called that...that 'thing' Luke. Luke never was his name, so why give him that name in the first place? Isn't it simple that he was just a replacement? If he isn't, who is he? Luke or Asch? "I'm not misunderstanding anything. Nothing at all. Never did..." He muttered softly to reassure himself.

"All...all I want to know..." Asch said trying to calm himself from shouting "Which is my name. That's all." He brought the fork with the meatball and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed onto it. He didn't want to care about anything anymore, the name of his or that 'thing'. Name shouldn't really matter right? It's only a way to address someone...not so important...

"That's for you to decide son. But let me say something, it's not your mother's fault nor yours." His father said. "It's my fault all this happen. So don't blame your mother, don't hate her." he added in as Asch looked at his father. Oh...he thought I was angry about no one telling me about my twin...No one cares to understand me. It's not this that I'm misunderstanding...I just want to know if...if I'm a replacement for that 'thing'... Asch thought silently to himself as he felt his chest tighten

"Thank you for the meal. I'm fully now." Asch said even though all he ate was only one meatball out of all the dishes in front of him. He didn't feel hungry and he doesn't want to stay in this room anymore longer. He stood up from his sit and headed towards to the door. The maid had open the door for him. Just as he was about to leave, a shout came from his mother as she stood up slamming her hands hard onto the table

"Luke! I know your angry and you have the right to be angry. I know your thinking that we gave you his name just to replace him. But it's not! We handed up his card first before yours and he got kidnapped! I love you both just the same...so...so don't misunderstand..." his mother shout slowly became a low sad and painful cry. "They...didn't allow us to c-change..." his mother slowly fell onto the floor and cried while being comfort by his father and the maids.

He stood there and stared at his mother who he couldn't really see now as she was blocked by the dinning table. Hearing what his mother had just said, there was a small tear running down his cheek. Sad as he felt, he just said "I see. But it doesn't really matter anymore does it? From now onwards, my name is Asch. Not Luke."

Asch's eye start to get blurr by the water in them. He know what he just said may most likely hurt his mother feeling. He wiped his eyes as he turned and ran away from the dinning room. He ran as fast as he could. He ran and ran, cursing himself for crying. Tears are horrible, they were hot and sticky, salty not forgetting. He then ran into a random room of the mansion and slammed the door shut, locking it. Then closed his eyes and brought his knees closer to himself, hoping that if there was any body in this room, they would keep quiet and not ask anything.

"Now, now. What do we have here?" He heard a voice asking. Asch was still in his ball position not wanting to lift his head up and look at who ever was there, as he didn't want anyone to see him crying. He felt a warm hand panting him on his head as if trying to coax him into looking at who was there. However he resisted but tried to stop himself from crying.

"Hmm...isn't it rude to ignore what a person is asking after charging straight into their room without a word of respond?" the voice said after a few minute pass with Asch not responding. Asch slowly raised his head and looked at the person who was talking to him. That man then gave Asch a tissue and asked what his name was.

"Why must I tell you my name?" he answered rudely to the man. He just stared at the man after saying what he had just said. The made had a not very light nor very dark brown hair which was about shoulder length and was wearing a rectangular glasses. The man smile when he heard Asch's reply.

"Well, I see 'Why-must-I-tell-you-my-name'. That is a very unique name you have there." He said with a smirk on his face. "Would you like a cup of tea then, Mr 'Why-must-I-tell-you-my-name'?" he added as he turned and walked towards a table with a set of teapot and cups, and also some cookie. The man took the teapot and poured tea into the cups. When he was done, he turned and looked at Asch again.

Asch used his shirt to dry off the tears instead of the tissue he was handed. "Would you? Mr 'Why-must-I-tell-you-my-name'" The man added yet again as he sat down and drank his tea. "My name is not Mr 'Why-must-I-tell-you-my-name'!" Asch said as he was getting irritated by this man each time he said that name. "I have a proper name! And it's Asch!" He said as he stood up and sat with the man who was still sipping onto his tea.

"I see, so your name is Mr Asch then. My name is Jade." He said smiling to Asch who took a cookie to eat as he started to feel alittle hungry after all the things that had happen. There wasn't really much of a conversation between the two of them. But it wasn't really quiet also. Asch looked up at the man again and suddenly asked "Jade, how old are you? Why are you here anyway? And why did you say this is you room? Isn't this the..." Asch looked around the room and then continued "guest room?"

Jade just looked the boy in surprise when he asked so many questions at once. He laugh and replied to the red hair boy "I'm 28 years old this year. I was invited here by the owner of this house, which must be your parents, am I right?" Asch nodded though he was still alittle upsad about what he said earlier to his mother. "So your an old man already then. But what do you mean by 'invited'?" Asch asked.

Jade laughed again by what the red head boy said. "I'm only 28, not old yet may I say. I'm a doctor who was called to come here and inspect a red hair boy. I didn't get much detail about it. But I must say, my patient seems to be rather healthy being able to run about and cry." Jade was hoping the boy would object saying he didn't cry, but the boy didn't. Instead he kept quiet when Jade mentioned about a red hair boy. So this boy isn't my patient is he? Jade thought to himself.

"I'm not your patient. Your patient is another red hair boy." Asch said after a moment of silence. So the person infront of him is the doctor of that 'thing' then. The thought of his 'twin' made Asch angry. It's because he appeared again that his day was a mess. Maybe his whole life will become a mess also.

"Hmm..." Asch hear Jade wonder to himself. "But isn't the son of this family called Luke? You nodded earlier on agreeing that you parents are the owner of this house. So why is your name Asch but not Luke?" Jade asked even though he partly know the answer to the question he had just asked. When Jade asked this, Asch got even more angrier.

"Luke is the name of that twin! Not mine! I'm Asch. I never was Luke in the first place!" Asch shouted unable to hold back his anger anymore. As he shouted, one of the cup dropped onto the floor and broke. Asch turned and ran out of the room.

My, my...he really has short temper now doesn't he. Jade thought to himself as one of the maid entered to room to clean up the broken pieces of the cup.

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Why did I get angry when 'Luke' was mention! This isn't like me at all... Asch thought to himself when he reached his room and locked it I should have stayed calm. It's only name right? Mum already told me that I'm not his replacement. And she really meant it, I just know she did...but why did I snap?

Asch kept thinking this over and over again. They all didn't seem to make sense anymore, nothing seems to make sense anymore. The more Asch tried to think why he got angry, the lesser sense it made. At the end, the only conclusion Asch could make was, he was just confused of everything that was thrown at him this day. Asch changed into his pajamas and laid in bed trying to let sleep grab hold of him and hopefully, everything would make sense the next day.