"And there was the life of Matsuo Namida."
They watched him model for his mother in silence. When they were done, they exploded in a flurry of excitement. They wanted to know his secret-filled life.
He hardly spoke, only walking along the corridors of the mansion, giving gentle orders. The hosts never saw him in his relaxed self, where he was totally himself, without any inhibitions. "Only his mother and brother could get close to him." They knew. They never even saw him without his white wig before. They discovered, due to childhood photographs, that his hair was actually jet-black, just like his father's.
They couldn't get close enough to find out. When asked by Luella, he only answered with a gentle smile, "I thought it'll be cooler that way." But that didn't stop them from wondering why his eyes threatened to spill tears at that point.
No one could get close. They just knew he was clutching on to his heart, waiting for someone who'd never drop it. Again.
...This boy is going to make me cry. ;_;
He hardly spoke, only walking along the corridors of the mansion, giving gentle orders. The hosts never saw him in his relaxed self, where he was totally himself, without any inhibitions. "Only his mother and brother could get close to him." They knew. They never even saw him without his white wig before. They discovered, due to childhood photographs, that his hair was actually jet-black, just like his father's.
They couldn't get close enough to find out. When asked by Luella, he only answered with a gentle smile, "I thought it'll be cooler that way." But that didn't stop them from wondering why his eyes threatened to spill tears at that point.
No one could get close. They just knew he was clutching on to his heart, waiting for someone who'd never drop it. Again.
...This boy is going to make me cry. ;_;