Miraiko was never good with directions. Thank goodness that he had his cousin Juliet to give him a map with his destination marked on it. He could've asked Angel, but knowing him he would've given him the wrong directions. However... so would Juliet. But when it came between the two of them, he'd rather listen to her. Even though he feared to be near her at times, knowing that she had an exponentially uncontrollable love for him. He sometimes wished he was dead, but there's only one thing. He can't.

He looked at the address and then at the apartment. "Well," Miraiko mused to himself,"I guess that's the place."

As he opened the door, he was surprised to find it unfastened. He heard that Mahiru neverleft his door unlocked when he went out. "Must've been in a hurry." He assumed. He looked around the room; everything was in tip-top shape(not to mention very tidy). He wasn't surprised. He expected it to be that way after hearing all the stories that were told to him from his relatives.

He then looked at the couch and television. If he was going to stay here he'd might as well make himself at home. Literally.

"Might as well." He grinned mischievously.

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Mahiru was beyond exhausted. He had to bake the pastries for the school bake sale and sew the costumes for the school play; in addition, he had a science project to finish. He did this by himself, ALL in the same day! However, he had no one to blame for the vast amount of work but himself.

"You're such a workaholic," Kuro would say. He wasn't a workaholic. He just hated complications; which is why he took it upon himself to try and solution the ones he faced wherever he went. He was simple. He liked simple.

He let out an exasperated sigh as he walked home; Kitty Kuro on his shoulder.

"You really are a workaholic." He said plainly, noticing the stressed out sigh. Ah, there it was...

He let out another sigh. Kuro was the only thing that he needed to be stressed about. He was already tiring as he was despite doing nothing. Literally. He was so lazy that he lived up to his role as the Servamp of Sloth.

As they finally arrived at their apartment, they both noticed something was different. The front door was all but slightly open.

Sweat started building up on each of their foreheads. In sync, overlapped hearts thumped faster. Slowly, but cautiously, Mahiru opened the door wider and quietly stepped inside.

The first thing either of them noticed was the blaring sound of the television on. Mahiru gulped. Kuro ... Well... Kuro was just playing dead. For some reason he thought being dead was helpful.

As Mahiru walked further inside, he noticed that their were candy wrappers on the floor. As he entered the living room, (where the sound was coming from) what he saw made both him and Kuro to have a strange sense of dé jà vu.

Right there on the couch was a boy no older than fifteen with light blue hair and scarlet red eyes. He could have been mistaken as Kuro, or be his twin, except he didn't have any dark bags under his eyes. He merely looked at them with the halfway-eaten noodles in his mouth.

They blinked.

Miraiko slurped up the remaining noodles hanging from his mouth. He gave Mahiru a wide smile.

"Welcome home, Father!"

Miraiko: mirai- future, ko-child = Future Child ^_^

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