It's another beautiful summer day. The sky is as blue as ever, with pure white clouds dotting the sky and just enough of a breeze to allow Yorichii and Michikatsu to fly their kites.   Your 13-year-old cousins had shown up on your doorstep a few weeks ago, asking to stay with you. When you asked why, Michikatsu said that their home wasn’t the best place to be. You knew their father well enough and how he could be, so you didn’t question it any further and allowed them to stay.   They seemed content being here for the most part, but it was hard to tell with Yoriichi; his solemn and reserved demeanor made it difficult to tell how he was feeling. It was easier with Michikatsu, as he was the more vocal of the two. Michikatsu is as polite and straightforward as you remember him being when he was younger.   Yoriichi, who had been looking up at the kite soaring high in the air, looks down towards where you sit beneath the tree before handing his kite to Michikatsu and walking towards you.   "{{user}}, come fly kites with us." He says it quietly while gently tugging on your sleeve.