The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
21. Flashback: The Exposure of the Sky
Ryuji was stunned, thinking he would get an apathetic reply, instead of catching Yuka's sad face. The cold gaze that was always imprinted on the beautiful face was not there. Like seeing a picture of yourself on the figure of a thumb gripper as if he did not want the boy to leave. If previously played the role of a child who is hidden to see the outside world is a ban. All the rules are not a problem, but when the door is locked, there is also no sound to greet his hearing senses. Clenching clutches, the agitation strangled his neck to make it difficult for him to breathe air freely, and once Yashuhiro emerged from the door that was initially difficult to open all unrest vanished just by gripping tightly on his foster brother's clothes.
Although not sure about the panorama in front of him, because it is quite difficult for Yuka sentimental nature to be revealed. And, Ryuji thought that it would not happen because the girl always creates invisible walls if someone comes close including her own Big Brother. No doubt people give distance because they are reluctant to get a reply in the form of arrogant letters.
So, does Yuka also experience anxiety if left the same as Ryuji? However, when Ryuji's guess is wrong about anxiety, does he make the mistake of saying something hurtful until Yuka is teary-eyed? Did Ryuji touch the injured youngest Kazuya? And, if his siblings were in his position, what would he do?
“Mother!!”
Someone exclaimed, Ryuji turned to the source of the voice, and Yuka immediately blinked to hide the tears. At that time also the voice that had not been heard before because fixated on his own thoughts immediately spread in the ear.
“I guess about Hidden boy just rumors,” says curly haired boy.
“His family may be ashamed of having a son like him. Poor thing, he must be saturated constantly locked up,” timpal others regret.
Ryuji returned his attention to the hand-pulling Daughter after so long of grasping her finger, and got a wrathful look from Yuka's eyes.
“Padahal already have a candidate, but it seems less enough if only one person,” comments made by a woman.
“You mean like a seductress?” chirp the other woman with pressure at the end of the sentence.
Very rude, but not heeded despite being showered with bad comments. The boy stared intently at the woman's every move as he walked closer, then sat down crouching to check on Yuka's condition with a strand of regret, then carried her sister like a doll, and sat her down on the reed-woven surface.
The girl turned around, bowed her head and apologized to the people for the mess that occurred even though it was not her own fault. Gradually everyone left, and Ryuji caught the void in the sky-blue eyes as the girl knelt face to face with the woman referred to as Mother.
“Quite, Mother...,” pinta women it sounds soft.
One of the woman's hands stretched out toward the top of her daughter's head, then stroked slowly. The girl reached for her mother's hand, then leaned her face into the palm of her hand.
Ryuji's gaze was fixed on Yuka, the girl's eyes closed as if she did not want to see the touching situation that made her remember the Mother. So did Ryuji, he diverted the stifling waves to the painting of the waves, the simplicity of the bamboo in shades of black and white, the cherry trees, the view of the lake ahead. Ryuji's numerous attention paintings come to a halt when he sees the canvas-cover mosquito nets fluttering in the wind, revealing a stretch of color between blue, and cyan. In the same sky, if there are mega overcast trinkets, the sun, maybe also the emergence of stars in the morning and evening or hanging moon watching the throne occupied by the sun. Maybe also the ocean, if there is another color polish into waves that chase or coral prowess.
It's just that it feels cold and empty, as well as the netra belonging to the back of the girl's hand to stretch the fist that the knuckles turn pale. Apparently the heartwarming moment has been resolved, it should be immediately stopped or the two children's bloodstains stoned the knife of the creation of longing.
A knot smile plastered on the beautiful face was lifting slowly Yuka's legs in her reach, while the concerned bit her lips. “It's really okay to voice pain, don't think the feeling is some kind of disgrace not to be shown. Precisely showing the limit of toughness in holding is a way to avoid an explosion at the end when fatigue supports the load pile.”
“Save that sentence for yourself,” hiss Yuka.
Ryuji again noticed a white mosquito net fluttering in the wind covering the blue canvas in the corner of the room. The winter sky, it is worth it, he said inwardly, and a faint nod accompanied.
Grunts rang out from Yuka, circulating his gaze in addition to staring at the person wearing a pink kimono made of cotton who was busy taking care of left leg injuries assisted by women who spiked drugs on scratches on the elbows.
Silent, letting the hustle and bustle of happiness the atmosphere of the autumn celebration enter the silent space of their silence. Again the wind blew, carrying leaves to fly in the air, then lowered them slowly, and full of tenderness. No matter how smooth it feels to still bring a cold nuance to break through to the pores to make anyone shiver.
“You should not do anything that would be harmful.”
“So I have to run and let people get hurt?” refute Yuka without looking at the other person.
Fuyumi let out a long sigh, “you can ask help—“
“People will not heed the problems of others other than the favorable ones, their concern is only how to drop," the string of ketus sentences ended screeching after Fuyumi made her left leg sound.
“Try moving your legs slightly, say or react if it still hurts,” pinta Fuyumi.
Unappealed because the person froze with his mouth agape, then the netra highlighted the guts to Fuyumi when lifting Yuka's legs, and moved her.
“No complaints, means it's fine. But for a week you can't walk around.”
Yuka took a deep breath in spite of being annoyed she kept nodding her head.
“This is your advantage of interfering in a realm that is none of your business.”
And, this time Ryuji who shows a dislike reaction to the actual sentence is not directed at him. Sighing in a breath of air, he actually approves of Yuka's every answer along with her actions when she finds people denigrated.
“If you don't go often with your cousin, you won't get hurt, and Kanon-san won't constantly come to warn you to keep up the attitude, either,” said a woman sounded restless accompanied by heavy breathing.
Yuka's head is grabbed by a woman older than her, and Ryuji thinks Fuyumi's embrace is comfortable until no rejection occurs. "Mother, please don't talk about the matter first, there are children here,” he said, lirih. “Tak deserve to be heard strange problems, they can only hear, also see the beautiful.”
Ryuji's breath was blocked because he felt the atmosphere suddenly colder, and ambushed him when he met a look with both pupils of blue eyes.
