"Mister, are you here to help me clean my room too?" Kazuya ignored Luka. His attention to Kira. Because the guy doesn't get his feet somewhere else where he won't see him.
Kira's prolonged time in answering. An intention for Kazuya's patience limit comes to an end.
Kazuya knows the demanding quarrel that's always in consonance if it's his grandparents' ryokan. Pretty much he ignored it not to let war take over. Kazuya crossed his arms. "Are you reading it or are you sleeping with a book over your face? You're standing, not lying down."
Kira put away the book from his face. Reading Kazuya's books as emollient writing, as well as kind and friendly notes, is a preferable tenuous in his time. "I don't clean others' rooms. Don't worry about it."
"Please take your leave and put back my book in its original place." An order from the master.
"Where is the original place?"
"Where did you take it?" a question for a question.
"Picking it up alongside the sideroad on the way coming here." He makes it sounds like his book is the trash he picks up along the way at the roadside road. Wrong answer and he'll throw it in a dustbin along together with the boo waiting.
"Where's Hairen?" an unexpected question from Kazuya.
"Asleep. In my room. Resting from the things you do today."
"Why don't you also go and reset with all things that happened today?" thin needle threading to the bickering war.
No backing off from the brink of the war coming soon. The fated generals will always fight regardless of time.
"How was Hairen's condition?" Luka walks to sit beside Kazuya.
"My treatment wasn't needed. Seems like he has fun cracking Azusa inside and outside. The interior and exterior weren't transgressing."
His eyes espy to Luka as well as Luka. Communication through thorough the eyes.
Kira's eyes are on Kazuya's notebook again. It's favorable to his mind. For years, reading medicinal books undertaken the word 'dunce' to professional doctors guaranteed his malicious inner desires to see them succumb after him.
How he after all taken after Kazehaya Kazuya.
"His real infatuation inside is unseen but only lessens the pain from outside. Kazehaya still not awaken, he isn't healed completely."
Kira follows deep into Luka's eyes. Once again, he crossed his arms. "I don't know likewise none truly know and understood what happened thousand years ago."
"That doesn't concern me." Luka leans onto Kazuya's shoulders.
"Get away." Kazuya nudged Luka away. The violin and the bow are still he holds it adorably.
Luka chuckles. Messing up his hair before he gets up and stretches his arms and legs. "I also want to retire to my room and have some sleep. I had to clean up all alone. It's tiring."
"It suits you." Kira's talks always without looking at the person. One need time to figure out whom he talked to.
"Let's do it together." an invitation.
"I want to sleep."
The room owner speaking. "It's my room. Why are you two talking like it's your room to clean up too? Rather, what's it that I have to wake up after slumbering for thousands of years like a legendary vampire?"
"I'm leaving." Kira turns and leaves an invisible trace of his footprints.
Luka smiles and leaves for Kazuya's room.
Kazuya watches Luka's back as he walks toward his room. "Mister, you're quick to go to my room?" The supposed sentence ending with a full mark ends up with a question mark.
Luka turns his back and walks again on the same trail to the young master, Kazuya.
"Demon, I'll put an end up when sun high on my head. I hate anything 'dos' at a striking hot time of the day. Do you understand?"
"You're not a candle that will be melting at the sun's hotness." Kazuya walks to the window, puts the viola on the window sill, and crossed his arms with the bow still in his hand. "I still don't get the news human will melt the sun's heat and don't think you will."
"Oh dear, you very much want me to stick to you till you do the explanation and assured the danger I'm facing. I'm grateful."
"Though, I want you to disappear as second as soon." As per the sentence, Hairen comes to his mind. The words 'disappear and the person.' These two words connected strongly in his mind.
Luka's expectations for his hope to drop shatter. "Leave the viola and get your feet into the room."
He wants to waste no more time.
Kazuya messes up his hair and stretches his neck. Listening to music while holding the instrument is tiring. "As you're afraid of sunlight, let's get to work."
"I want to be protected."
"I want to listen no more." Kazuya ended the conversation. He doesn't understand ancient paradoy.
True, as he walks passing the living room, it's warmly sunny outside. Good weather today for the day he stays at home.
He lies down on bed soon as soon as he's in the room. However, his lie wasn't comfortable as there is something underneath his body. He sits up and looks at it. Kazehaya historical textbook. He forgets about it.
The homework is also known as the contract agreement war between Hairen and Kazehaya. Truce only works for a while, then they will get back on steep of war because of one of the things. Luka takes it and flips it through.
The flip stop through midway when he noticed there is some scribble and drawing on certain pages. Certainly, to write it when Hairen is busy teaching. "The demon truly hates another demon, Hairen."
"Mister, when will you be done making my room your own room?"
The images of Kazehaya crying while calling Hairen's past life name and running toward him reflected in his mind. Luka closed the book. He put the book aside and go to the window. Looking at the sky, he thinks will Kazehaya continue to hate Hairen if he ever regains his past memories?
Kira stands at Kazehaya's door. "Are you sure about this?"
Luka lying on the sofa with a book covering his face. Jeez, how many times I have told him already? "Yeah, I don't want to go."
"Whatever it's, let it is the last. I don't want disturbance anymore right this second," said Kazuya. "Otherwise, an invitation to clean the room together will come to you."
Kira's ignorant of Kazuya. "I will leave you then." Kira's eyes to Kazuya. He won't leave without leaving loving sarcastic teasing.
"Take care of yourself, Kazehaya." Kira closes the door and headed downstairs.
Kazuya throws throw pillow at the closed door after Kira shuts it.
Kazuya thorough mien to one sleeping on the sofa. Kazuya's gaze at Luka didn't budge the person himself a bit. The demon's ecumenical specialty that's never barren exhorts the young sapling to renege. "Don't drift to sleep, you demon."
Luka flashback the moment Kazuya call Hairen's past life name. He talks without moving the book. "I wonder if you remember something."
Dim light pierces at both sides of the book. The eyes used to darkness find repose in the still of the book owned by the student who's sleeping till he drools. "You're not cherubic to Hairen's cosplaying state to be able to utter Hairen's past life name."
It was meant for himself but he say it out loud.
Kazuya walks himself to the bed. He sprawled free after plumping himself big on it. Has today triggered something in the tenants' heads to the anticipation of his craziness to come soon?
Of the truth, why did he come again to his grandparents' ryokan in Kyoto?
Seems like with moving time and events, the case wasn't lilliputian matters. The wind of noon feels warm and hot.
The room's silent for a moment. Only the wind makes it noise. Because it messes up the kinds of messed things in the room. The papers blow into the air and fall scattered to the floor. As well as small figurines and empty bottles, it got knocked over easily.
Both didn't care about it. It's serene tranquility.
"It's the name I knew a long time ago. What question you have left?" Kazuya's answer.
"Where did you know the name?" Seems like Luka didn't have the intention in long run to remove the book.
"Manga book." Kazuya's short answer.
Luka coughed himself in a well-run. Holding the book spine, he flew it on the table. Talking with the kid, none of it will come into the reality he's seeking nor it'll touch the sunlight. The talk they had will be better to spend on cleaning up and then, now, calculating, the clean up should be done about a quarter by the talks. "Never Kazehaya, I'll do talks with you again."
The man was quite pissed off.
"I'm glad you're in the mood to do the job without complaining evermore."
Ah, there're never normal mode conversations here.
Kazuya knows ever everything begins with him. With a small suppressed laugh and smile, what's ever the difference between him and his sisters? Genders? The siblings never lose in annoying themselves after annoying others. "Ah, right. In compensation for useless talks, will you clean the room as swiftly as you throw my notebook fly straight to the table earlier?"
The devil's smile on Luka's lips. The witch is attractive as always. Moreover, it's the demon. Less than it's the young boy skeptical and gullible than girls that he has seen much of incredulous sensuality. He's quick to get up and sits. "I didn't train to clean your room and petty obeying your order?"
"How about than serving your purposes as a freeloader tenant in my grandparents' position?"
"Teaching you in my embracement about the things you don't know."
"Your offers than music? What else?" Kazuya sits up. The feelings urge him to see Luka's face as the talks go on. The magnet of the south and north binding. It's noon but the sunlight isn't as strong as it's. Probably the summer isn't coming yet. It's mild and warmth hotness. The type of weather invited anyone to snuggle more on the futon and blanket rather than walk.
The school began about a month but his room shows like it has been going for months.
"Let's have you show your first appreciation to the teacher for teaching you a subject you'll failing not for me?"
An arrogant tenant. "I offer to you only the usual and ordinary warm water." The school offers the same as ryokan. "Don't expect anything as for the teacher staying downstairs, I'll never leave out tactics not to say 'thank you' to him. He's a wonderful teacher, isn't he?"
Luka chuckled. Looks like Hairen's fortress holds his executive student, Kazehaya Kazuya deserves a plaudit from him. "Let's have a crotchety idea on your rest day."
"Your crotchety idea is not making me a meal also known as lunch for you guys?"
"I'm a mercenary like a person. I'm not satisfied substituting a teacher only for music subject. Why not make me your teacher for the whole thing you sincerely don't know?"
Kazuya's eyes to Luka. The grey and black eyes were full of stratagems and affidavits of perceptive assuage. The time never run he to glean and see Luka like how he sees the other two since the day he moved here. The trap of the devilish devil. "I only take chopsticks and eat. It's a long road, Mr. Mercenery?"
Now, the sun has started its little boiling heat. It doesn't take long to see them on walks downstairs. Kira looks at the table. The table usually occupied by four people now has two people there.
He and the both. He doesn't count two people with one head as two. Rather, they're manifesting a brawl atmospheric in the kitchen soon.
"Come and sit Kira."
Kazuya's notebook's still in his hand. "I'm already sitting in case you didn't see it."