He noticed the change of colour. That was what made his worry a bit. He was very sure that Kiseki's egg was sky blue. He would put money on that thought but it now looked off. It's sky blue colour was slightly darker.
As if a sky on a sunny day started to change, waiting for rain clouds to form and waiting for to rain fall down on the land. The sun fading away and taking the light way from it.
It seemed so symbolic in his eyes but it really didn't feel right. Was something wrong? Did the fight they had last night really been that bad?
It was just a regular fight to him. It was the same thing they always agrued about. Kiseki's plans about world domination being way to much and him shooting it down because it would not be possible or just be to dangerous.
He wants to chase his dream but he was reasonable about it. He knew the limits to Kiseki's power and most important the limits of his own body. He knew what he would be able to do without going insane or die.
Unfortunate for him Kiseki didn't know those limits as well as he did, which most of the time results in the small chara getting mad at him for shooting his ideas down. But most of the time the purple haired boy would realise that there was some truth in what Tadase told him.
Well last night was one of those nights that Kiseki's imagination was going wild with ideas which he thought were perfect to take over the world and become a very powerfull king.
He had rolled his eyes at how crazy most of those plans sounded to him. He was more down to earth than his little chara. Because Kiseki's head was up in the clouds most of the time.
The fight they had was different this time. Kiseki really looked like he was dissapointed, but not in a way he normally looked at him. He looked hurt..
What had he done that had upset the little character that much that he had not come out of his egg. On normal days he would have come out before he went to bed, but this time..
Everything remained silent. The loud character was not there when he went to bed and not when he woke up. His egg remained there, cold and silent.
Yet it was now that he noticed that something really was off. Not knowing why the change of colour wasn't noticed untill now.
He messed up really bad this time did he?
He stared at the small egg in his hand, his thought bringing him deeper down into the believe that the fight they had yesterday had messed up things really bad.
Everything had been going wrong the last couple of weeks. His grandmother's illness getting worse was only one thing that had been bothering him for a while.
At this point he just really felt lost. Not knowing what to do to change the situation he was in right now. Not even knowing if there was anything he could do to change anything.
He knew one thing though..
He mostly put the blame on himself. As Kiseki told him before: 'A king must be able to solve his own problem before he can go out and help his people.'
And he was right about that. How was he supposed to help people while he is unable to fix the small problems that he was facing in his own life. He would not be able to help people that well if he kept struggling with problems himself.
His grandmother told him to be strong, which he really tried to be. Though it is not as easy as people say it is. Staying strong no matter what happens is very hard. Life sometimes really tries to bring you down.
And recently being strong was not that easy. Luck was not really on his side right now. As much as he wants it to be it doesn't seem like it is willing to change that just by him asking and praying for it to change soon.
He really wasn't fit for the dream he had when he was a little child, was he?
As his mind grew more and more dark so did the egg he was holding in his hand. From a slightly darker blue, more and more to black.