Kuuro was feeling uncomfortable and wanted to leave the place at that time but the butterflies of curiosity fluttering about in his grey cells were preventing him from doing so.
'I'll just peak a little, it won't hurt.'
With constant fear dawned upon his usually free soul, he walked to the corner of the house which had a small glass window that let in the amber glow of the sunset. He walked over to it with an ever cautious stride and stood next to it, trying his best to be unnoticed. Leaning against a wall, he pretended to blend into it. Common people and pedestrians questioned his sanity.
"It's about time for him to arrive. "He muttered, as he glanced his watch. Its needles struck at sharp 6 o' clock.
Kuuro could feel the butterflies of curiosity slowly morphing into the moths of uncertainty. There was a specific fear in his mind, but it was clearly lost in the ocean of confusion. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and his pulse rate increased by the minute. With the insides of him tumbling upside down, his fear shot up as he heard the familiar jingling of the doorbell.
'It must be him, their father.'
Kuuro somehow managed to lift his head up and tried to look at the old man square in the eyes. He was darker in complexion compared to the two boys and had very sharp features compared to them, which were soft and rather subtle. A fierce expression was dawned on his face, which seemed like a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. He had eyes that could penetrate through one's conscience. A cold chill ran down Kuuro's spine. He followed his glance towards the man, who seemed to enter the restaurant. The glass windows made everything visible.
"Get me a beer, Bo Jian." His voice was soft but stern. Bo Jian rushed to the fridge and in no time, a chilled bottle of beer lay on the table, waiting to be consumed. "Where is Yu Han?" He questioned as he popped the cap open.
"Uh... Yu Han is upstairs, sir."
'Sir? Why is he addressing his father as sir?' Kuuro wondered.
"Go get him right now!" The man yelled as intoxication took over his consciousness.
Bo Jian obliged to his orders and headed upstairs, where he stood in front of Yu Han's room. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he opened the room's door and entered, only to stop right in front of him.
"Yu Han, you have to go to him now." He muttered with a frown.
"Is he back?" Yu Han took off his headphones and stared at Bo Jian in wonder.
"Yes. He is back and wants to see you."
The smile on Yu Han's face was gradually turning into a frown. He seemed like a cat who had lost his master and was wandering around to search for it, unaware about what future holds for him.
"I don't want to go, Bo Jian." Yu Han almost had tears in her eyes.
"Someday, we will escape this. If God has made devils who wreck peace, he has made angels who sustain it." Bo Jian shifted to a philosopher's tone of voice. It was as deep as an abyss.
"Your words are not helpful, Gege." He bluntly muttered.
"Let's fight for this then." Bo Jian interrupted.
"Have you lost your senses?" Yu Han's voice trailed as he walked down the stairs. Bo Jian followed.
The old man turned back to see the boy descending down the stairs, who seemed no short of an angel. His beautiful white skin and subtle facial features were driving the old man crazy and were taking his intoxication to a whole new level. 'Where had you been little boy?' He babbled.
"I was uh... Busy."
"Not so busy that you can't satisfy your dad right?" The old man's eyes showed pure lust and one of his hand traveled up into Yu Han's shirt. Yu Han face had a frown and expressed objection, but he kept his mouth shut.
Kuuro, who had been standing and watching all this could not bear the shock and cupped his mouth with his hands.
'This is ridiculous!'
"Let's go to our room." The old man whispered to Yu Han. Yu Han's eyes had visible tears now and he couldn't stop crying in front of the old man, who stared at him in disgust. He could not take Yu Han's crying and landed a slap on Yu Han's face, expressing his anger. Grabbing him by the tuft of his hair, the man dragged Yu Han into the room and locked it.
"What is the idiot doing there?" Kuuro shouted as he looked up towards Bo Jian standing in the balcony, smoking a cigarette.
At that time, Kuuro heard a noise and rushed to the source of it. He was baffled at what he found there.