3 weeks have passed.
“There’s someone at the door,” Die shouted from his study. He was bedroom was strewn with papers, clothes and other ornaments. Die presented himself as a calm, collected and neat person, although his bedroom said otherwise.
Miku ran downstairs and flung open the door, the front of the door stood his god father with his wavy, golden hazelnut brown hair, his olive skin tone and his tall and muscular physique. He smiled at Miku.
“Auntie Yoshiki, I’m so happy to see you,” Miku said giving Yoshiki a cuddle.
Miku had been calling Yoshiki ever since he was a young, when he accidently mistaken his brother’s friend for a beautiful, young girl.
Yoshiki removed his shoes and came into the apartment, dragging his suitcase and belongings as well. He removed his sunglasses and helped himself to Die and Miku’s food and beverages.
Die came downstairs, “Who is it, Miku?” Die asked in a stern voice.
He dropped his wine bottle and it crashed loudly on the marble floor, glass smashing all over the floor.
Die and Yoshiki hadn’t seen each other for 10 years, they had a huge argument when they were 17 years old and Die basically told Yoshiki, his music was terrible and he didn’t like it. Yoshiki said he would make a huge, successful band and wouldn’t need Die’s help.
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