Humming under his breath, Kaito looked around at his old bedroom.
It was rather surreal to be back in this room; although he's visited his mother a lot, he's rarely been inside this room. This is the room that he used to take naps in as a toddler, a place that he used play in as a child, a place that he used to do homework in as a teenager.
A place he retreated into whenever he was stressed and worried, a beloved sanctuary and safe place whenever he wanted to be alone.
With a small sigh, Kaito smiled and stepped over to his old bed – the bed where he formed his dreams, where he would hide under his covers when he felt world-weary and scared, where he would have pillow fights with Aoko – and he crouched down, and reached under it. His questing fingers eventually grasped a familiar box, and he retrieved it. He then stood up, and lazily threw himself onto his old bed, so much smaller than the bed he shared with his fiancé.
He rolled over onto his stomach, and shifted around comfortably, propping himself up with his left elbow, his hand pressing against his cheek in a relaxed manner. With his other hand, he deposited the cardboard box in front of him. He smiled again, amused with the fact that he was on the foot side of the bed, but he shook it off, opening the slightly battered and old box. It was painted yellow, with little dabs of white polka dots decorating it.
It was a small box with several precious memories inside it.
Kaito picked though the various items, searching through pictures, small nicknacks, and slips of paper. After a moment, he found it – a small Tuxedo Mask key chain.
With a grin, he sat up and plucked it from the box, indigo eyes bright.
The perfect piece for an old tradition.
Something Old...
"To remember the old times, ties with family and friends."