Hi readers!! I sincerely apologize for the delay. I did my best, I'm plenty of homework but I can't abandon this anyway. I'll finish it on time, don't worry. Perhaps I delay some time, but it won't be much.

Thank you for the reviews, and I'm glad you're liking the story. :). And, Bladz-Liska, you asked why she was thinking about him in the exact moment he was thinking about her, well, that will be revealed in this chapter.

Okay, I hope you enjoy reading… and please review!

Umm… maybe the chapters will be shorter than the ones in the other story, that's because not many descriptions are needed about the house, you already know how it is.

You're Back

Chapter 1: You.

I open the door as soon as I hear this. It's like an impulse that makes me do such a thing, when I know you're long dead, when I know this guy that's standing out there in the middle of the night has nothing to do with me, he's probably fooling me and I'm believing him.

Looking outside, if I hadn't been surprised enough yet, I gasp when I find myself staring at crimson eyes… which are identical to those I have. I frown, can this be possible? If someone told me I am dreaming, I'd surely believe him. I try to say something, but I know it's not the time. Then I recognize you, and I smile.

In some place in my head I sensed you were alive and would come some day. Even though Demyan had tried to convince me, and in fact he had convinced me that you were dead, that you had been killed, I had the suspicion you were still alive. So my smile grows at that feeling, when I confirm I was right.

Memories start to come in seconds to my mind, of your past, of our past. Without thinking it twice I open my arms and walk a step forward. If this is a dream I don't care, I want to hold you, to embrace you as I've longed so much to do. You're here. You are alive. And I don't know how this is possible.

But I feel your hands against my stomach. You're pushing me away, why? I should've guessed something like this would happen. I feel I'm about to cry, the tears I recognize as rejection start to form in my eyes… I shouldn't cry.

You deny in Russian. You sound so cold, so rude.

I look at you, you stand there, in front of me. Then I realize the little boy I had been thinking about as 'my son', is no longer little. I'm face to face with a seventeen year old teenager, almost my height. You look rude. I stare at you for a moment. You're wearing just a sweater, a pair of blue trousers, and something strange calls my whole attention. In both cheeks, you have two blue triangles marks. I wonder where does it come from? Since when are they there? I want to ask you so many things… but at the same time, it's time for you to ask. I should let you.

Hours after you must be sleeping, and I've returned to my bedroom. I stare blankly at a picture of you, when you were little. Then I smile playfully, take my calendar on my right hand, and look for today. Today's November 10th. You were born on November 9th, maybe that's the reason you decided to come? You couldn't prevent the doubts and logical questions that came to your mind about your origins? I feel I can understand you… almost.

I circle the day. You decided to come so. I wonder what took you here, how you got to know where we were. Maybe someone told you?

Kai… when we stared at each other in the house entrance, I couldn't help telling you 'I thought you were dead. And if you were alive, I had no hope for you to come here'. I couldn't help it, really. Maybe I confused you more, maybe I hurt you. You were so tired, and so curious, and expectant at the same time. I'm so sorry if that's what I did.

Seeing you looked tired I suggested you to go and sleep for a while. I gave you some blankets. When I showed you the room, leading you from the living room to the place that was, long ago, your bedroom, your eyes opened at each step we took. You're as curious as you've always been.

The living room has three doors. One is the entrance door, that gives to the street. The other, situated in the right side looking from the entrance, gives to a hallway that has in one side, my bedroom, and in the other, the abandoned room that would be yours when you lived here.

The last door in the living room, gives to the kitchen. That door is opposite to the one that gives to the street. The kitchen, apart from that one, has another door. The place that is through it, has three: one of them, is the bathroom. The other, gives to the garden. And the last one, is the one that connects it to the hallway with the bedrooms.

There is also a stair in the hallway. It leads to the attic. There I've saved many things that are not in use, but I love so much I could never get rid of. Demyan almost had to oblige me to put them there, I wouldn't get away from them. But he was right, I was hurting myself.

Those things are, your memories. There is the diary, where I wrote each day of your last year here. There are some pictures, and some books I liked to read to you. Apart from that, in the attic there are many things. Unimportant things that we keep there. But from the photos, the one I like the most is the one in which you are with your father. He's holding your arms. He loves you, Kai. You just don't know about it.

Suddenly I listen a creak. I wouldn't confuse that sound in a million years. It's the sound of your door. You've already woken up… or maybe you couldn't sleep? As for being six am, if you arrived here at four, it's more likely you didn't sleep at all. I wonder what you need.

I'll let you explore for a while. Maybe you just need to go to the bathroom or something like that, I'd like to go and take care of you. But then I realize I shouldn't.

You're no longer that six year old boy that your grandfather took away from me. You're seventeen, you're old enough and can take care on your own. Moreover, I know that if you really need something you'll ask for it.

But I gasp when I hear the stairs noise. I am not mistaken, you're going upstairs. Is there where your curiosity drove you? I should follow, maybe you won't understand. It's clearly visible that you may need my help, I don't want you to feel hurt.

I hear your voice. You're reading something. As I go upstairs, I recognize you've opened the diary, and you're looking inside of it. Your voice sounds much more calm than before. I like it.

" 'What is what you really want my little grandson?' he told him this morning. And Kai put up his sight and honestly said 'I want to show dad… to prove him… I'm worth enough to go with him.' hat the hell is this? Did I say that?"

You speak. You sound confused, I can't figure out what you are thinking right now. Then I look at you. I stand in the attic entrance while you're next to the pile of books I saved here. The key for this diary, I guess you found it on the floor. I left it there, maybe unconsciously I wanted this to be read.

When I realize the piece you've just read, I frown and speak. "what did you just say?". You gasp. Maybe I scared you? It wasn't my intention at all. I just wanted you to feel comfortable and understand this.

You turn around suddenly, your eyes look as if you were fearing something. I know what you're fearing, but I don't think it's time to tell, yet. You feared it was your father. You are afraid of him.

"You can't sleep?" I ask, and you shake your head, subconsciously. "Would you like to have something to drink?" I ask again. You don't seem much talkative, I wonder who did you that? Back before, you would ask about everything, would be interested like any normal child.

This time you don't answer anything. I smile comprehensively at your uncertain look, I know how you feel, I can sense it. You don't understand, at least from what I can see.

"Come on, I'll prepare you some tea." I offer. And as I go downstairs, I hear you following. Possibly if we go and sit down, we can have a better talk. You'll feel much more comfortable and you'll open up. I want to know you too. You may not remember me, but I don't know how you are. I just knew that little son I had, but you're a teenager, and you've changed for sure.

I want to get to you.

TBC,

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