TOKYO, JAPAN— The clan makes way for the spare, a boy whose mother was unknown was dubbed the name R̸̠͚̽̈̀██O ̵̻̔̈́̽̌ͅ███B̷̧͛͒̓͠██I̸̪̯͈̭͛͐. He will sit on the throne of the corporate empire the family has built along with an elder and younger brother. This formidable dynasty has had an iron grip on the three's ways, and set a plan that will precede their descendants.
Every decision was fulfilled and every plan had to be carried out, else the siblings would face severe punishment. For this family had no space for mistakes or flaws, and each one was a disgrace to their name.
No matter what it is, it must be spotless. Not even the boy's extracurricular archery club would pass the watching eyes of the higher-ups. Eyes were always on the three no matter where they went or what they did but none of them could see father than their shortcomings.
The path they will take is a well-beaten down road paved by their forebears generations ago, yet the trail is narrow and steep with only one way up.
So they fell.
The fall from grace was far from anticipated by the kin, as none of them have expected it— the eldest has taken a huge sum of money, and ran off with their siblings
If only they saw the warning signs. The heir has been planning this scheme for the longest time and has always considered his brothers in the ride-or-die plan.
And there they were, former heirs turned into runaways whose faces have been plastered all over the news and even the darkest corners of the country.
But the eldest has seen it coming even before they set off. The clan would do about everything to lay their creeping, greedy fingers on them, and the lad was ready the risk his own life for even a drop of freedom.
For the next nights, the three travelled far from the four walls that entrapped them and never looked back.
They now reside in a foreign country, with aliases they have chosen for themselves and with different relations to each other.
SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS— Three young boys move into a city vastly different from their strict upbringing under different aliases and relations to each other.
Though their surnames were now Miyazaki, Aikawa and Fujiwara, their brotherly bond will always remain the same. Even if they're worlds apart.
The young boy always had a fascination for love. The way it was described in novels, the subject of countless poems, rhymes and tunes, there was nothing to get tired of. One moment it can be as tranquil as a stream but the next it is a destructive tide, swirling storms and wreaking havoc at everything in its path.
That didn't scare him though. It made him want to know it even more.
And perhaps his curiosity would lead him to try and find the love that would have made him.
Through letters and pictures as the last memento of what was left of their father, he found one that stood out to him.
Rose-scented paper and beautiful writing that bloomed as if there were roses that would grow out of the parchment.
My dearest,
A time will come this child will have to leave you. In which way even I could not tell you, but trust in me that he will be home.
'Well that was fucking ominous, mom. Gee thanks that totally helped,' he thought.
Although it was only one part of the many letters that they have kept, it whirred in his poor young mind.
Now what is it with him and running away? (Maybe he asked for permission the second time, but it doesn't matter.) He would never truly know just as love can never be encapsulated by mere words or ideas, but he was glad to be lost and found again another time.
Welcome home, demigod.