12/30/2025, 5:47 PM
There was no answer to his question—no true answer—and in her unspoken words, Kyoami believed his mother was not happy with this place. But, she wanted for a home and declared this would be the place. Kyoami nodded, acknowledging her words, her wishes.
His ears pricked at the mention of his father, his real father. Ichimonji Taro.
“...and for this he paid.”
His ears folded back, brows creased, lips grew tight into a frown.
His ears pricked at the mention of his father, his real father. Ichimonji Taro.
“...and for this he paid.”
His ears folded back, brows creased, lips grew tight into a frown.
What—what happened?He wanted to know, or, he thought he wanted to know. He could sense that something bad had happened, and his heart quickened with fear and dread for a man he'd never known.
