Keith followed the patriarch to the study-room. His mood was dark and grungy as his feet traipsed to the place where his father was currently in. Every step he took was heavy as if he was going towards his trial. The guy in black waiting just outside the door, guarding it, bowed as soon as he saw him coming close and opened it for him.
Silently, Keith entered.
He then saw his father sitting on the high Victorian chair, proud and domineering, like a king. His dark eyes, the same color as his, trained on him. Another man was in there, standing stiffly at the corner of the room. It was Yukio, Hideyoshi's trusted person and shadow. He blended within the dark but Keith knows he was still there anyway. They have met long before, somewhere remote, a private island. They were both children by then and had experienced the same hell.
Keith unconsciously rubbed the platinum ring on his finger as memories of yesterdays resurfaced on his mind.
