"How is your mission going Akaya?"
"Without a problem in sight grandfather" cold and unfeeling eyes mingled with equally dark and worn out orbs of green.
"Good, but understand this Akaya"
"Sir"
"Do not let them into your heart, do not let them trick you into their world; you are a Kirihara, Kirihara Akaya Head of Kirihara Yakuza once you turn of age" looking at his grandson, the aged man could see the difference taking place in those green eyes he knew all too well.
All this month and a half he could see they were gradually getting lighter, he was beginning to return to the child he was ten years ago. And he was happy deep within his heart but…that child could not be the Heir.
"I know"
"You will always be a killer, the head of murderers and assassins; you are not like them" the man's thick grey hair mingling with his grisly pale skin showing how rapidly years had taken his youth, he still pressed the matter. He had to get Akaya to understand, that world outside wasn't his to belong in.
"Akaya"
"Yes" straightening his back even more than it already was, his sharp eyes turned to his grandfather. The only blood relative he had left, minus one.
"I feel within me, I have little time left. Until my dieing breath I will hold his title until you claim it from me"
"…"
"But before you do that you have to show me you are worthy of this title your parents gave up"
Looking directly into the man's faded green orbs, emerald sharpened
"I have never once thought of abandoning my title grandfather, with each step I take, I take towards that title as Head"
"I need more than words Akaya"
"..Then I will show you"
"How?"
"I don't know now but when the time comes I will show you grandfather"
"That's not good enough"
"…" seeing within his grandson his deceased son's face shone hard and true.
"..when that time comes hmm"
"Sir?"
"I look forward towards that day then" without another word, Akaya understood his grandfather's tone of voice and bowed, exiting the room.
Pale green eyes opened and stared at the closed door, closing his heart to the world with one last silent plea to his precious grandson.
His place was here, only.
He knew that world wasn't his. He knew the moment he saw his parents bodies, maybe even before that- subconsciously- he knew he wasn't like the other kids.
He was never allowed out of the house, never allowed off the family grounds, the people of his household were cold and unfeeling- always shadowing him but never close enough to touch.
The only people he loved were dead and gone. Both his mother and father sacrificed themselves for him, so he could continue the Kirihara blood line.
His old mentor had promised to love him, to be there for him when his need for him was dire. In the end he was a liar, in the end he died along with his old self. That night.
And one more….one last person Akaya loved, but again was taken from him.
"Y-Young Master!"
"What is it?" glancing up and out of his train of thought Akaya was stopped by one of the kobun
"T-there is a message for you sir, in the living room a messenger f-from-"
"Spit it out!"
"The Kamio family!" without another thought, leaving the stuttering man behind Akaya ran off towards the living room far into the compound, sliding the door open he was greeted with the backs of his bodyguards, old mentor and his servant as well as….
"Lord Kirihara?"
"Yes that's me" walking calmly to the black haired man with a bored face he handed the green eyed boy a letter
"This is from Lady Kamio, she wishes to see you"
Quickly scanning the letter, a grimace formed on pale skin "When do you return?"
"Tonight"
"Then I'll come along, wait here until I get back Yanagi, Jackal both of you stay here and keep watch over him"
"Sir" turning on his heel the curly haired boy left the crowded room and sprinted to his room to pack.
"What did the letter say Akaya?"
"None of your concern"
"Akaya" busy stuffing his sack with clothes, the former ignored his door opening letting in the man who he….
"I said it was none of your business Yukimura!" glaring at the dark blue haired man, who in turn glared at him
"Yes it does, your parents may have assigned me to you but I took you both under my wing"
"I never asked for you to do that! Neither of us did but still you left! You have no right to claim us now!" yelling now. always Akaya had been able to control his emotions he could turn them off and become nothing, he found out- long ago- it was always easier that way.
To close your heart to the world. You got hurt less.
But…only around this man. This Yukimura Seiichi, he could break his concentration, unleash his emotions and turn them all on. And now- of all times!
Akaya couldn't afford any more distractions! He needed to get to the Kamio household, he needed to think of his position as Head, as a friend….
"Akaya"
"Just shut up and leave me alone! I need-! I just need to think!"
"…" packing his things roughly the black haired boy ran out of his room, passing the blue haired man.
"Akaya…" closing his mouth, even in silence he couldn't bring himself to utter those words. Yukimura smirked at himself with a bitter smile
"…Yukimura-sama"
"How pathetic I've become, disgusting"
"Are you all ready?"
"I am, Yanagi go tell grandfather I'm leaving for two weeks at most, tell the school as well, Jackal keep guard of my room until I get back"
"Sir" with a final glance at their master, the two ran off to do as they were told. Leaving the boy and the messenger
"Alright shall we"
"Lead me as fast as you can Ibu-san"
"Like wise don't drag me down" murmuring to himself the two black haired men left the large mansion, and into the morning light.
For some hours in the train the two men sat in silence, letting the morning frost fade away from the window pane, passing the city and the mountains until finally their stop had arrived.
"We have to take a car to the mansion"
"Do you have one?"
"Yes" heading to the vehicle again the men sat in silence, letting both their minds wander.
Ibu Shinji a man in his early thirties and one of the ever few people trusted by the Kamio family. With straight shoulder length black hair and an always bored face the man was a perfect spy and messenger; easily able to blend in with the crowd.
Akaya let his mind wander, but he found whatever he could think of lead back to one person. Lady Kamio.
"How much longer?"
"Not much you can see the top of the mansion now"
Moving in his seat to look over the passengers seat he could indeed see the top of the large estate and he couldn't hold his control.
When the car stopped he let himself out without the servants help and with the best control he had, as a person and as Head of Kirihara; Akaya was lead into the mansion.
Unconsciously the boy remembered whose house he was in and kept an eye on each slip and crevice he passed, he made mental notes on the peoples faces, the interior of the building and more. Until finally he was lead to a large pair of shoji doors made of fine rice paper.
"Lady Kamio, Kirihara Akaya is here, I'll let him in now" turning to the boy he nodded and stood guard outside the large room.
Taking a breath Akaya placed a cautious hand into the hand groove and slid the door open, letting himself into the room; he closed it behind him and was met with a dark light room a stark white futon placed candidly in the middle of the room and a woman in it.
"You've grown so much Akaya. I missed you so much"
"…sister"