Akihito loved his jiisan very much, and he had quickly become the apple of his jiisan's eyes. Akihito's jiisan was a kind hearted old man and loved to tell his grandson funny stories about his childhood. Every night, jiisan would tuck Akihito into his big bed. Once the boy was all snug like a bug, jiisan would sing the boy a lovely lullaby until Akihito was taken away by the sandman.
The first time jiisan took his little Akihito to the village, Akihito was excited. He had lived in the city with his mama, but he had never left his little bedroom. All he had ever seen were buildings upon buildings from his one tiny window. On his way to jiisan's home, he had been stuck in the back of the mail truck with all the other packages.
Now as the tiny old horse made her way to the village, pulling the cart behind; Akihito could see so many trees and so many animals. He bounced excitedly in his seat. Pointing to all he saw and asking questions a mile a minute. Jiisan smiled and answered as quick as he could.
The village was another adventure for the five year old. His blue eyes were wide, swallowing did delicate face. He clung to his jiisan as they made their way from shop to shop. All the shop owners were delighted by the little five year old. They gave him sweets and trinkets. Welcoming him to the village and home.
As they made their way through the village, the two were unaware of the angry green eyes that followed them. Sudou Shuu had been in the bakery when Mrs. Willow had practically taken for Akihito. Doting over his pail porcelain skin, blue eyes and golden curls. She had given the boy a freshly baked cookies. For free! That was something that Mrs. Willow had never done for Shuu. Jealousy are at the young ten year old's corrupted heart.