The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
24. Flashback: Not Just a Relationship
Gripping with children is fun, and all the fatigue is released just by looking at their smiles. However, it is different to face with white unraveling boy. There is no twinkle of happiness, merely the presence of a ready-to-stabbing glare of wrath, and as if able to control the air to squeeze the respiratory tract.
Only a child, but able to sink a soul into a trough of grief, then throw it on the fire of anger.
No wonder Fuyumi tried to breathe as much air as possible when the appearance in question melted a smile making her heart churn. Crushed the sky-blue net was frozen when a while ago accused Ryuji of adult pretension. Meanwhile, the boy gave a mere statement of his sadness to the lost, which seemed trivial but stored privilege. The flute in his hand was the result of an older brother wanting his younger brother not to continue harboring turmoil, and the Second Young Master Kazuya obeyed despite the mere blow, Ryuji had indeed reconciled himself to music, to inform the listener of the situation and desires.
It was only natural for Ryuji to look around because he did not want any more valuable things to come back, and Fuyumi thought that yesterday's events were the moments when Ryuji's heart was torn by him. Forced to swallow pain over the longing for family togetherness. And, Fuyumi acted as if nothing had happened, she from the beginning thought they would not be sad because they had the thing to patch the heart hole, but Ryuji said that wealth was also unable to cover the void.
Meanwhile, on the other hand, a little soul regretted in the aide's heart as his memory retreated when he asked the Second Young Master about the offer from the elder Kazuya. Honestly, he feels stupid, or does not understand because he often finish than love. As a result such a feeling was dull as his sharp weapons were sharpened. His heart freezes, if the Great Lord purposely assigns himself to accompany Ryuji to keep him human. Facing the ambiguous behavior of the Young Master, is a way of testing his patience with the silence of the hidden Child which turns out to be a form of incompetence speaking clearly about the contents of the heart.
The dark red eyeball stared straight at the room across from the fish pond, its nose wrinkled, then sneezed to make the two people on the left right side who were busy with their respective minds split, and snorted.
Gradually the red hue on Fuyumi's face returned, “sorry, when I invited you here but nothing I have presented,” his smile back plastered, quite happy the somber atmosphere disappeared. Small oddity becomes a pause before continuing his speech, “please wait a moment, I will make drinks and warm food.”
“Wait,” sergeant Ryuji when Fuyumi was about to get up from her seat, “can I go there?” the index finger pointed at the room whose door had been left open from earlier in view, to ensure the involvement of yesterday's mission, he added inwardly, and the girl with braided hair nodded in permitting.
“Please stay here, no need to accompany me,” Ryuji told the bodyguard as he stood up to follow.
The man agreed, and again sat on the floor of the Sorano residence without taking his attention to the owner of the calm level and said the orderly who walked away. Hopefully, the strong attitude of the middle child Kazuya is a state of compulsion even though the soul of the Young Master is still purely a small child who has a lot of hope to fulfill curiosity, also naturally has a desire to play. The bodyguard pulled the corner of his lips, it is appropriate that Ryuji deliberately stepped on the pool of rain water was likely his way to relieve tightness after a long time hidden.
Ryuji's steps were not hasty despite getting a drizzling splash, he chose to enjoy while passing large sheets of tile with peking grass plants on each side and gravel that clarified the path to the painting room, or rather a private room because so entered besides being greeted by the smell of mangsi, it found futon. The folding mattress is still held facing a painting with a pair of humans.
Making Ryuji feel presumptuous, questioning his politeness until he continues to enter the place. “But it has been given permission,” he said to answer doubts, then take his eyes off the unresolved image, moving forward tracing each corner. His essence stopped when he saw something that moved him to get closer, and observed closely, not on a blue painting without the addition of anything very similar in the corner of the gallery yesterday, except the paper is embedded behind the wood.
The right hand airs, for a moment his head looks at the door, then picks up a paper that has a stiff texture. Observed as well as recalling the shape of the indentation, it slowly opened to find out its contents. His eyebrows are linked while reading, while swiping his fingers on the paper, and smelling it. Unique aromas such as wood oil from the hinoki tree, are also balanced with thymic leaves and pine. I too quickly drew a conclusion, inwardly folding back Fuyumi's letter, and putting it in its original place.
“Who are you?!”
A man ruffled his waist, and raised his chin when the adjutant turned his head, “Shibasaki Takane,” he replied, and the pupils of orange eyes lit up.
“What are you doing at my fiance's residence?”
There was no expression on the bodyguard's face while sending him a question of affirmation, he stood guarding the interlocutor, “following my Master go.”
The tongue of the man who claimed Fuyumi as his fiancee rolled on the wall of the mouth, revealing suspicious facial expressions until Ryuji's arrival approached his aide, becoming proof that the dark blue-cloaked man was indeed carrying out the task, and that person must get rid of all prejudices.
Eyebrows swooped when he looked at a boy who did not hesitate to look back. “Being on your physique, you must be a rumored hidden child.”
Ryuji nodded confirming, “and you are definitely the one who does not want other men to approach Big Brother Fuyumi, ‘kan?” delikah without fear to see the concerned clenched the jaw, instead of sharing a knotty smile.
Not to be denied, nor did he reveal it.
“He already knows himself that he has a heart patch, so there is no need to be this tight. Do not be amazed at the beauty of the rose, then have ambitions to have but there are thorns to make a decision by cleaning the barrier, without knowing that the sharp barrier is a valuable thing for him to protect himself,” Ryuji explained, “happily when he was picked by the irresponsible,” concluded berintonasi low.
The man in front of Ryuji snorted, “you're still a little boy—“
“Only because I was too young to touch love affairs, but it seems that I am better at handling problems than adults,” Ryuji said with a chin to the fiancee Fuyumi.
The person shook his head while laughing after hearing the words of the white-blinded boy who sounded insinuating to him, “alah, how?”
“Give him a dowry,” Ryuji replied, and immediately continued his words when the niche of Fuyumi's fiancee's lips was about to open, “Fuyumi's sister was burdened by restrictions but never passed, and of course there is a presumption that is being played. If it is like that, even though any kind of way you channel your likes even though excessive will be considered to have no meaning.”
