Keith stares at the azure sky which was gradually being swallowed by rays of orange and red lights. The sun was already setting on the west, slowly sinking away from everyone's eyes, only to return the next day.
It was beautiful. Like a picturesque painting that became real. It reflected on his dark onyx eyes, but does he really see it? He was looking straight at it but the beauty never struck him. It didn't reach his mind.
His head was filled with nothing but thoughts of Wynter and some other dark things. He was about to lose his bearings which was never a good omen. At that moment, Yukio stepped out of the shadows and murmured something into Hideyoshi's ears. The Oyabun then looked towards his son and nodded back at Yukio.
"Listen here…" Keith uttered, "I don't care about your stupid plan and I'm not going to--"
"Keith," Hideyoshi then took a step forward, cutting him off-- "Matte."
