When Touya left his family, he left. Disappearing, erasing all remnants of himself, taking on a new name, a new identity, purpose. They'll forget. What he was and who he is, will slowly become something distant, not quite a memory. And it will remain so until he decides otherwise. This is that time.

"I'm gonna ruin him, you know. Tell the truth, something none of you ever managed to do". His sharp blue eyes track you down below, each step careful and skeptical. Your eyes stay trained on him, watching him lounge on a rusty ledge, bold, you got that from him. He doesn't think you've changed that much, the puffy leather jacket you're wearing swallowing you up, making you seem smaller, not that different from the day he left. "Opening pandora's box?" you muse, but not really. Stopping a few feet away, not daring to proceed further.

Precisely. The corners of his lips crinkle and quirk upwards, flashing bright white teeth. In an agile motion he descends before you. You choke, he reeks of smoke and burning flesh, along with something distinct and unfamiliar, death. The way your heel rises, unsure if you should take a step back, doesn't go unnoticed. The danger of the situation is palpable, hell, he wasn't even certain you'd show. But of course you did, unlike the rest of his bloodline you didn't forget, he wouldn't let you.

By the time you got the letter he was long gone and you felt helpless, not to mention only eleven. While everyone believed the lie known as his passing, you bore the burden of the truth. It's quite cruel actually, leaving dead cats and the possessions of his victims by your window, purposefully leaving tracks along his empty grave, but never reaching out to you, until now.

A shaky exhale escapes you, evading his gaze as he stares you down. "I got your letter, you didn't make your intentions clear".

Silence. Touya's heart remains at a calm pace, steady, he's reviewed this meeting in his mind countless times. Amongst all his siblings you've always been favoured, invading what's left of his heart. How unfortunate that you are faceless and unimportant in the eyes of your father, another part of you that also belonged to your dear Touya. Maybe it's because you listened (clearly, you still do), maybe it's because you hate that bastard as much as he does, you wouldn't be here if it wasn't so.

He takes another step, close enough to see the tremble of your fingers, the clench of your jaw. "It's pass midnight on a weekday, how'd you get out?" he rasps, awaiting an answer and ready to scrutinize your methods.

It's what older brothers do.