[Kaguya]

Yuki listened to everything his brother said “I like butterfly’s though their life last only one day, they are beautiful and live it it's fullest” he say happily, though put his finger to his mouth thoughtfully as he digested the last part “But if nothing is perfect, then why do people expect it? Isn't impossible?” he ask his voice showed he was confused on the matter “We are good boys for trying right” his voice showing worry, he didn't want to be punished for something that was out of his power. “We are going to try and find the cameras?” he say blinking bringing his hand to his side once more, he was worried about the cameras but more so about what would happen if they where found with them.

Yuki grinned smiled seeing his brother smile, seeing Yukio smiling always made him happy and in these dark times they both needed the light that smiling brought. He trusted his brother with his very essence to the point if he was told that dying was the only way to bring happiness to them, he would do it without a second thought. To many he seemed a little 'to' trusting, but why would he doubt the only person that had been there with him every second of his life, through the light and darkness each day brought into their existence “I don't want you hurt if you have done nothing wrong Yukio... You need to promise” he say with a sad tone looking down. He knew for a fact that the subject had been closed but he still wanted to try and get the promise one more time.

“I'll keep improving, promise” he say with a soft smile “If pride is a sin, is it wrong I am proud of myself when I can read a new word?” he ask that had always confused him, as the two things contradicted itself “Flowers are flowers, they do not judge one another, it's nor right that others do” he say with a pout, he didn't understand these types of things so once again his innocence once again showed “Or the fences and gates could be there to keep us in” he say his hand going to his sash “Former master said we where like rare flowers” he say never understood why, but then again how many Japanese children where born with ice blue eyes and snow white hair.

Looked up ans he was pulled into his brother's warm, loving embrace “I've been called it so much Yukio Sempai, it must be true” he say quietly, he couldn't help it if it took him a while to understand things it was how the gods had made him, he didn't want to upset his twin by speaking in such a way but how could he really think any different the only one that ever supported him was Yukio and as much as he loved and valued his brothers words, at the end of the day it was the ones with the power that's opinion mattered but he tried not to let it get to him, sometimes however it was just hard to do. “I know I have good points, everyone does but because I keep making idiotic mistakes my good points are never seen” he say quietly nuzzling lint his brothers chest for support.

Yuki nodded to what was said “Perhaps a tone would be better to come before he speaks, so we know that master is talking and not just our imaginations” he say with a small voice, almost purring as he was petted. He never minded it, in fact he thought of it as a way of comfort as he always got petted if he was scare or worried. “Fifty minutes is close to an hour...” he repeated, and mouthed it a few times silently before nodding “More than an hour or less than an hour?” he wanted to clarify, but got side tracked at what had been said

“You think there is only me, you the person that mixes languages and master in the house...” he looked down to the floor and shook a little “This place is going to be scary at night” his voice showing he was scared, he never did get over the fear of the dark but then again when most bad things seem to happen at night, how could you get over such a fear? It just reinforces it. Hearing Yukio's words of comfort he nodded “So longs we are together everything will be okay” he say smiling, he truly did believe those words.

Looking Yukio as he said that it was meant to happen he felt at ease “O-okay” he say, his voice shaking a little still as he was tugged through the doorway, not that he needed much influencing. He didn't want to be separated from Yukio and so moved down the long narrow corridor that seemed to lit by torches that ignited as they walk close to them, each time it happened Yuki jamp “It's creepy down here” he say looking at the Victorian craftsmanship. After about fifteen minutes, several twists and turns and a stair case they came to a stone wall.

On the wall there where three switches, one with a picture hour glass, one with a picture of a brain and one with a picture of an eye. Looking at them he blinked “The eye is perception, the brain is mind and the hourglass time” he say continuing to look at the three he bit his lip and moved his hand to the switch that had the eye near it, then he moved it to the one with the mind, and then to the one with the hourglass, watching as a door opened to the garden “Perception and mind can either lose or gain sharpness in time” he say looking to Yukio for a minute to see what he thought, before his eyes going back to the door.

A fresh cool summer breeze could easily bee felt on their skin, as the sunlight kissed their forms, taking his brother's hand he moved through the door into what seemed like a garden that hadn't been touched by time, the garden seemed wild and unkempt almost like it had been forgotten by everyone, as it seemed self enclosed from the rest of the house. Moving away from Yukio he tried to see if he could find some gardening tools “Perhaps it can be our secret until we can get it neatened up and we can present it to master” he say thoughtfully as he continued searching