He is a mystery one either couldn't solve or simply wouldn't. A perfect combination of indolent and intelligence, he sees little point in making an effort with things. Hence he picked the job that he does, a professor is probably undermining his ability as a scientist but the return of minimum efforts comes nicely undone in the form of a cozy condo in the middle of Paris. He would spend the routinely 'tests' as time composing his next masterpiece, Yui had longed for such talent immensely when he just does things so flawlessly without even trying.

To many his sloth is perceived as personalities of a genius, his looks perhaps helped, but to his favoritism it took down the guard of the girl and helped him make up lost time for his absence during her maturity. There are few things he cherished in his lifetime of slowed time, one being the call from his best friend Edgar that one winter morning. Edgar informed him of the critical conditions with his mother and persuaded him to return to Paris. Had he not been inflicted with human emotions he would not have left his previous residence is the south of France where his neighboring college girls are delighted whenever he desires a partner for the night. Paris was a touchy spot for him, a place populated with more tourist than locals hosts the biggest hub of his childhood. Wasting his days learning to carve the most exquisite violin from his uncle was the only time he was permitted to come put down a book. His mother's hope casted entirely upon his eldest son to avenge her divorce by taking over her ex-husband's company his mother had him completing the entire high school syllabus before he turned 8. Fluent in 5 languages and blessed with the talent of muse he first defied her wish by running away with a masters degree at age 14 and began performing on the corners of opera houses. Since then he earned a name for himself quickly as talents floods his one bedroom apartment 2 months after traveling. He toured Europe with some of the greatest musician of classical music but eventually settled for a professor title in a famous university in the South of France for the sake of his ill mother. He couldn't even begin to care for that woman, but then again there was that unshakable chain one calls bloodline.

Shu was a product of his overachieving mother, bearing the gifts of her great talent he knew deep down that there won't be a person who is capable of understanding his struggles as much as she does. And to think that his brother Reiji tried so hard to impress their mother when they were children, all for no efforts in breaking the golden linkage between the two great minds. He told himself that was the reason he stayed. Except now around the block comes another reason for him to consider permanently residing in this painful city of his past, a girl to be precise. The life of a charming, talented, young professor with a sensitive side for gracefully composed classical music is no short of admirers. Though not one enough to spark his interest much as she, a woman known for his much simpler past doing the thing he loved greater than life itself. His mother too seemed to have sensed that.

"Shu, you've always known I wanted to see one of my sons get married…" sighed the bedded woman,

"I was not aware, mother." he could see past her alerted eyes, but the girl was still in the haze of her beauty.

"Is this Yui? It's been decades since we've last met, I didn't know you're dating my son!" he swears if not for the security cameras she would be six-feet-under by now.

"Mrs. Sakamaki actually—"

"Call me Beatrix, we practically family."

He debated for weeks whether or not to follow the path his mother paved for him, to marry this girl that was once the one bit of light in his dark world of mistakes and defiance; it seemed too easy to just follow her lead. He could see the girl had changed little since her younger days. Perhaps her body more feminine, lips more pulped, gestures more graceful, but it was not his call to just take this girl away from the life she had for the sake to fulfill yet another one of his mother's grand schemes. Though he would be damned to deny that the days spent picking grapes of her grandmother's vineyard were simpler, refined from the malevolence of reality, a state of mind in memory forever preserved with the purest of souls. It wasn't until a couple of light stalking that he learnt about her engagement with his own half brother. The red head was arrogant as Niobe, and the ring that was on her finger in that photo compelled him to draw on his golden arrows like Apollo. He understood that a girl like Yui would probably have suitors as she gets older, he himself never expected to meet her again, but looking at her smiling so dotingly at his half brother is causing hair to stand on his arm. To have to imagine when he was starving in those crammed one-bedroom-apartments, passing days with nothing but his sharp wits and violin, while the bastard contaminate that one bit of his untroubled childhood with money and his womanizing behaviors. He is appalled had it not been Edgar who told him to return to the city for the two of them to meet again.

There are the kinds of love that come in forms of spontaneity and passion; some slow but deep; those like tangled silk, hardly visible but never truly separated; He is a possessor of the latter.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and glided his finger across a familiar name,

"I'm cool with the decision if you are."

[A.N.]

Heyyyyy...

Sorry for not updating... It took me a while to make sure this is the way I have intended for the story to progress...

It's a little short comparing to the first two chapters...sorry about that, hope you guys like this though :)

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Thanks for reading

-W.P.137