Prologue
The golden haired King stared sorrowfully into the glass casket. His Majesty Shinou had lived a very, very long time, and the ache in his leg told him he would not have much longer. Nearly half of his long life, at this point, had been spent staring at the sleeping youth in the casket.
His precious son.
"He will wake up one day, Your Majesty." The young, black haired man beside him said. "I'm sure of it!"
Blue eyes looked the boy over. It wasn't the first time he'd made such assurances, and the boy came to this place more than even he. "Shibuya," The King said, waving a hand over the glass and letting it pop open. "Let us try something…"
