It was an ordinary day. The sun was up, the leaves of trees are swaying with the blowing of the summer wind. At 11:00 in the morning Yoh Asakura was sitting in their tatami mats in their balcony, hand in supporting him in the floor while he looks dreamily at those swaying leaves. He doesn't know but something tells him that it's not gonna be an ordinary day. He heard the doorbell rang thrice. Feeling that nobody's gonna take the door, he stood up, dusted his black pants and fixing his white shirt while walking down the stairs towards the door. Before he reached the door, he had glimpsed of a picture of a young girl in pink hair, about 10 years old, having a sheepish smile like her mother's. Beside the girl in the picture was him, smiling with his wife. He smiled. He doesn't know what or why but the gut feeling of something strangely good surrounds him. Currently, he was alone in their old traditional two-story house. It used to be an inn until they rented it and became their own abode. A lot of stories happened there. Happiness, heartaches, pains… pains. Nonetheless, he wanted to be there. It was his home. It is a place where his friends remember.
He has reached the door and was surprised to see no one outside. He was about to close it when he heard someone coughing. It was boy.
"Excuse me", said the boy. "Is this the house of Yoh Asakura?"
He wasn't able to respond are first. The boy has blonde hair, amber eyes, and a cocky personality that he remembers so well. "Yes, this is", he replied after a few minutes. He crouched to his level who was within the level of his abdomen. "Are you looking for someone?"
"Yes. I am looking for my father."