It felt like years since someone had addressed her as mother but then, again; she was dead. With a content slight sigh slipping the queen, Juuri watched the familiar, now matured, face that belonged to her son. Did Kaname mirror his mothers actions/watching her with the exact same intense burning within the much adored Kuran wine irises.
Juuri making a slight flinch, Kaname didn't react to his mothers actions, an eye-brow arched itself beautifully upon his porcelain forehead as Juuri hesitantly approached her son. Those exact doe eyes, penetrated his heart as of course, she the one who Yuuki had inherited her ethereal beauty from. As his gaze softened little by little, staring at the woman who showed so much compassion to him throughout his and Yuuki's childhood, he felt somewhat relief and sadness rush through his body. Why was it that this woman had such a big influence on him, just as much as Yuuki did?
Tilting her head Juuri stared at a slight stirred looking male, but without any doubt to her thoughts Juuri had already reeled the man into her arms embracing him ever so tightly. Kaname's face was rock solid and expressionless but inside, it felt tight and rather unclear. Juuri cooed her son as she did when he was younger, but since he was taller then her, this looked just ridiculous in her eyes. Auburn ringlets tickled Kaname's cheeks but soon Juuri's eyelids half opened as she whispered into the males ear
"What has happened to my daughter?"
A smirk adorned Kaname's features as he stepped back and looked at the concerned mother who was waiting for the answer. Not amused in all honesty, but before any of the stories be told he softly slipped a piece of paper into Juuri's hand then in all of a sudden disappeared into thin air. Watching him, the piece of paper finally caught Juuri's attention as she looked down and examined the paper. Widened eyes she blinked several times before looking up at the empty air and space where Kaname would have been standing.
"A masquerade?.."
Having her head hang low she stared the piece of paper down, only the name Isaya Shoto seemed to embrace her faded memories. With a toothy grin beamed at the name she contemplated over the scenarios that might arise if she were to appear, but looking at it she, with a determined nod to the head thought it'd be best if she were to join this party.
Hey gais ! Hyungnim here D:
Sorry for the really late update + short chapter _' & everything . But I just wanted to say thank you for reading this & happy {belated} Christmas & New years (: - LOL after reading the recent update of VK I will have you know that there will be more updates because the story just keeps getting better & better :L LOLOL again ; Thank you & review ? ( I'm willing to change anything or whatever c: it actually helps me thank you for reading this & have a nice day yessir! )