"How long did the fight last?" Kira grins and smiles. "You had fun, how long will you'll rest?"
Hairen's style is to stay near the window to see the vast sky as they say the blue sky color is made form of his eyes color. He's grateful for the ryokan building structure which was built in a way he was comfortable with. As the other thing, glancing at the back, he didn't get Kira's comfort to lie down behind him. "Let's say it's about one month or..." He glances at the trailed path Kazuya left with Luka. "As Kazuya's foolish desire wants me as it's, the time will be shortened."
"You take much time to receive and yet you say it's nothing?" A red apple keeps continuously bouncing in his hand and the legs are crossed. Where nobody questions his manners and aptitude.
The glass and wood shards floated in the air. The probably only thing he hasn't smashed or broken or cracked in the room is Hairen's tea cup. He had desires to touch up the pillar with it.
"Don't go sentimental. I can take care of myself." Hairen's stance is clear, watch him from afar.
Kira turns to Hairen, and the figure of back Hairen triggers something in his memory and heart. Mind illustrates another figure replacing Hairen. The back of the figure he always saw in his dream. Unconsciously, he utters the name he forgets a long time ago. "Azusa."
"Quite a surprise when you uttered the last name. Hearing the name of his life name coming out from you makes your affectionate estimable second to none."
Kira flicks his fingers. The sharply pointed shards turn to Hairen's back. "What? My dear, I don't very much recommend you play with my game."
Kira clenched his hand. The shards blast up like a fireworks. Gone and disappears become the air. The other wasn't restored. "Don't call my name just yet. I want to sleep."
"Your mental breakdown portray by the apple occult every time. I give you a slap on the back for it."
Anything Hairen says is slaphappy to the one who chews bites by bites of it. An apple. "Have you remember him?" It's a distinction for those who live in the Kazuya's grandparents' ryokan. They're not different from himbo to come understanding irresponsibility. As it's a troubling penchant to them, come along one likes it to their side. Rarely the light but Kazuya's an exception.
"How do you see it?" They see each other faces. Quick-witted and rapport in cleaning and doing the chores that're not limited to household but on the other side too. "How about doing clandestine in the name shopping grocery shopping with me?"
"I just got back." Hairen refused it.
The other place where it's quite far, Luka could foresee reap the whirlwind to Kazuya from the play of music. The regale of music of light and shadow was facile in his hands not so personably in Kazuya's hands. It broke and was out of tune. It destroys the rhythm and arrangement of the music sheets. Luka very well desired to rip and tear it himself. "Kazehaya, what're you doing?"
"See for yourself. What I'm doing? Playing the instrument?" Kazuya act's dumb.
"Kazehaya, your playing is the call of worthlessness to bear vomiting after hearing it." The truth is always a pain. What suits the devil is not everything about him is villainous. Luka licking the string bow. Who can see explicate lustrous seep to every inch of devilish amorous? A harsh reminder to himself not to make the entire neighborhoods sleep with it. It's opulent music. Surely, he doesn't want the people to sleep for eternity. Waking up after hundreds of years have passed. It's sure wasted human time.
Plucking it and viola bow, Luka starts the play. The splurge of five senses of Kazuya to have in the noon. Impassioned dishes he'll have and be served after the perspicacious musical. It's asking him to sleep. Such enticing music is worth leisure class. A fit of not mendacious jealousy rose up. Rapacious music he wants and meant only to play to him.
"The three of you do really have a plum in your mouth." Kazuya flopped down the viola. He sits, crossing his legs beside it. "I don't think the teacher asking me to play the viola just because I'm bad at it."
"The more you're bad at something, the more tastier the revenge is. Your teacher purposely misleading her petty revenge on cause someone else is a music prodigy. A kind like to leave a bad taste in your mouth."
Kazuya scoffs it off. He gets where the root from. Luka stepped toward him.
"Then, you should never display your prodiginess in a super showy way," reminder he doesn't want to be a scapegoat for second time.
"Are you okay?" Luka touched Kazuya's shoulder. A long moment was lost in the reciprocate shower outlet reciprocal for both of them.
"It met your expectation. What do you expect me to say?" Kazuya sprawled himself on the sofa. "Are you teaching me or asking me to sleep?"
Luka's amused stare at the new student of his. He applauded and congratulate himself on it. He gets feelings of dealing with the brat.
"Enough!" Luka's gentle smacks the new student's head with a viola bow. "You're not less to say an amateur. Be obedient, listen and let people take care of you even though I don't have enough with your tough act."
Kazuya bit quite surprised at the sudden burst out especially when it's in their personality to not care about tiny matters. "To smack people like that I guess there is no need for me to worry about our continuous lesson."
"Since I went crazy with your music today, I finally get to my senses right now. Come with me or some more 'kind' smacks from me?"
Kazuya slow on his feet to get up. "I will let you pass because I needed your kind to cut down clean moderation trust on all of you."
Luka nodded at him. "Yes, sure." In the world of power, the trust tale is none. "Especially if it's between us." The rejuvenate ill-fated events, unfortunately. They're never a keeper for long. It's incredulity that people hold the truth for endless eternity. Why then, not it be so as they thought, want, and wish. That's the composedly balanced manner of the world though they are always the ones who question what's is in their heads.
UNFORGIVABLE.
A chuckle and Luka mess up Kazuya's hair before he gets up and stretches his arms and legs. "I want to retire to my room and have some sleep. I had to clean up all alone. It's really tiring."
"While you're at it, Kazuya, do an aperture in quick cleaning. I'm sure it'll do bracing to yourself very well while doing something especially when you're doing it in bad mood."
"What aperture? What's the saying?" The eyes straight looking at Luka. The new teacher, not the school butof no rejection to teach him to his ungrudging request. While another one is a teacher at school but not at 'home.' That home is ryokan exactly.
Luka walks to the window. The cloud is partly cloudy. These days, it wasn't miser in raining of many raining types. It's the beginning of spring but occasionally the rain will come. Surely, the flowers will bloom more beautifully in the people's eyes after it. "It will burnish you of comprehension about music. Even more so, listening to it while doing work or chores will do the studying unconsciously. Even better, you do so in an unearthly hour."
"I don't want to get a homiletics from all of you at the breakfast table from your suggestion." He could imagine the chide he will get from them, not in verbal mode but in silent mode.
Silent mode is more hurting than verbal and it's not in his game to receive than what he expects. He's sadistic among sadistic in play.
Luka slid open the window. A gust of wind comes into the room. The curtain billows high and wide. His hair is easy to dishevel because of it. The eyes to Kazuya. The boy is also the same. The types of glossy and smooth hair have their own disadvantage but it disadvantage everyone craves. "You're of no stage of an amateur. Please be dalliance in doing your homework. Hairen never presses you about his homework other than other students."
He leans to the window for a moment. The window sill is perfect for a little respite. The comfortableness to the body. His legs feel quite tiring after long standing in the kitchen preparing the brunch. It was for ryokan's young master but now he's sure all of it is in Hairen or Luka's stomach. He wasn't an appointed chef by the council but they say a charming and handsome is one who's master in the kitchen.
"Don't be his emissary to delivery 'I'm kind enough to Kazuya but the rest is his fault.' talks." He picks the viola and the bow. "Should I play once again for you?"
"No. Listen to the music as much as you want especially classical music. We're using the viola that's rare in modern music composition."
"It suits you." Kira talked with his eyes on book. Leaning on the door, his eyes were on the book. Flipping over the pages. Hairen's student does certainly have so much time to waste specifically in Hairen's class because it's all about Kazuya's kind curses and hate toward the three of them. He notices there is some scribble on certain pages toward Hairen. The student ability to be an author when Hairen is busy teaching.
The most handsome doctor in the universe is leaning at the door. We really don't really have other guest in the ryokan, right? He's always the talks he usually heard from the school girls when it's time for the grapevine and gossiping. He makes an offer to him. "Want to switch with me?"
"Just go to sleep if you don't have talent for it." Half devil mocking the demon. The way a demon is charming in his eyes is because one's male witch ever existed. The light never comes to the light because people can't see the light of the light itself.
"What's your business? I don't think I need another teacher for other subjects yet. Rest assured, I never get injured either. Mind the doctor get your way somewhere else?"
An enticed smile from Luka to Kazuya's words. He doesn't have to bother and leave the business to the two. "Kira, would you mind following me to Kazuya's room? A doctor, at least, give him a piece of advice to take care of his messier room."
"I thought I suppose to do the cleaning all alone while studying? I'm sure the doctor here won't be needed."
Kira crossed his arm but leaves book open. He'll search for written notes Kazuya offers about time unexpectedly he reverts back to being a child childishly after he met the three of them. "I won't mind the music but not yours."
He's extremely sorry he's not very sorry for the nice words out of his mouth. Well, one is not in the dispute coming tracing personality inbound between the lodger and the master.
"How much your words hurt my heart and mind will be words you see coming from other people who wouldn't not knowing your nature but 'I care about it mindlessly and obviously' will be your words for so long you're here."
"Forget to tell you kid, but I believe the ryokan is on your grandparents' preeminent power, not yours."
"Are you telling me I've no right to kick you out of this house?"
"What else you see it, then? You're not stupid enough to not think about it to that degree. I don't want to say your brain is less intelligent than a kid's."
Kazuya's fury and wrath burning on himself. What a captious man! Kira's bit reminds him of Hairen though it's only for the words.
The dazzled blazing sun and it's time its reflection on the pond water is clear. "How much of blazon I'll see because we're coming into the noon time soon." Luka's eyes' captive whole attention on Kazuya. "Surely, Kazuya, you don't want to do cleaning at that time?"