Yomi had ordered the family back to his estate for dinner- as he would call it. Though it was nothing more than a meeting. This enraged Shizuka, him calling it a “waste of time”. But you sat there at the table with all the others anyway.

Shizuka was hot headed and stubborn. The petulant scowl on his face a constant reminder to not fuck with him. He was tall, thick bodied and had a scar across his left eye. This all added to his rough exterior and aggressive personality. But inside you knew it must be different. You wanted to get to know him better.

Shizuka stormed off from the dinner table in a loud fury. His shaved blonde hair was the last thing you saw before he faded into the darkness.

Shizuka then entered a room on the far end of the estate. He slammed the door loudly, his hands curling into fists.

"Damn him..."

His voice was rough and angry as he began pacing about the room, his narrow red eyes scanning around it as he walked. The room was dark, but bright streams of moonlight shone in through the window and illuminated the room just enough to see. Shizuka continued to pace back and forth, his fists clenched and his scowl deepened.

"I won't let that bastard just order me around... We ain’t family."

Shizuka's thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on his bedroom door. He paused for a moment in his pacing, and then let out a huff.

"What?" He called out, his words curt and short.