into the realm of darkness

welcome to my sad world

With his head hung, type had a sober expression to his face has before him two grave diggers were to a open hole to place dirt upon the boxes which laid his parents, type gulped to then close his eyes to let the tears fall.
To his side, his bulter looked to him to then wrap an arm about.
"Even though it doesn't seem like it now, but time will be What you need to heal, know you're parents loved you dearly and would wish for you to have a long fulfilling life."
Type slowly opened his eyes to then look over the two holes.
"May..... Be....."
He then shrugged his butler's arm off to then turn to go about to the carriage.
They signed to look to the place where his parents were being buried.
"I'll keep my eyes to him, I promise."
Nodding he turned to then go to type to help him inside to then go about.
Being to the step, type turned his head to eye a very pale looking fellow, who was staring at a grave stone, type looked him up and down has he turned, widening his eyes, he saw he had dropped something.
Jumping down, type then went to it, to not open, to then run over the stranger.
"Sir.... Sir...."
They stopped to then turn to eye.
Types eyes widen, they were a deep black, he never had seen eyes like that before, they were a bit alluring, he then shook his head to get out of his stare to look down to then move his hand up.
"I'm very apologetic to disturb you young sir but I believe you dropped this."
They looked type up and down to then retrieve it to eye.
"Not many people in this world, would help out a stranger they do not know, that makes you either a fool or someone with extreme amount of compassion, let's hope for the latter shall we, however...."
Type winced has they moved quicker then ever thought another could, to have them wrap there hand about his wrist to then move in close, type gulped to dart his eyes.
"To be nice, is a wonderful thing, however to be helping out someone you do but know will cost you, is that what your seeking?"
Type started to breathe heavily, then he really started to eye the other, they weren't breathing.
"Sir...... Don't you..... Are you not breathing?"
They widened there eyes to then lean back a bit, they were trying to teach this child a lesson just to be taken aback from him strict observing.
"Mm.... Interesting....."
Both turning there heads, types bulter came about, they let type go to they turn to leave.
"We shall meet again, I am very sorry for the passing of your parents."
Type looked to him to eye confused.
The Butler came about to eye the retreating stranger to then eye type.
"Are you alright young sir?"
Type brought his hand to his wrist to rub, still looking after the other a bit confused.
"I am but fine, let us leave in haste, I.... Wish to be alone...."
The Butler watched the young lad part to sign.
Going back to his parents estate, over the course of the month, he was told he inherited everything and he was too be well off for the entirety of his life, that then drove everyone that came near to either be his best friend or would show him a romantic interest, with the help of his bulter he could way out the fake and untrue.
By the time type grew to be a boy of 14, he had a strong head to his shoulders and grew with strong business sense, he was very into keeping his parents business going, even though it didn't need type, he still wanted to be there for it.
To the stables, type moved his hand across his favorite horse to then sign deeply, miracle gave him no comfort, in a guest room, his Butler laid dying, it was from the same disease that took his parents, no one could tell what it was in that time frame, but it was of two holes in the neck and they lost a lot of blood, no one knew where it went, they just knew it was gone and slowly more would be taken.
Type took in a deep breathe to then pat his horse to then go to his Butler, he had become a second father to him.
Going in, he then sat to the chair across to him, to eye him very sullenly.
The Butler coughed to then weakly opened his eyes to turn his head to eye type with a slight smile.
"Mm.... Don't look sad young sir..... I'm going to another place.... One without any pain....I.... Cough.... Cough..... Have a small surprise for you...."
Type made a face.
"I do not need anything, unless it is you too get better....I.... Don't want to walk this world without you...."
Type chocked up by the end to hang his head, he was fighting against the tears.
"Young sir.....I made a promise when you're parents were being..... That I would take care of you.... Well, since I......I have brought another to come fulfill that promise, my only son."
Type lifted his head up to eye his Butler a bit confused.
"You.... Have a son? Why have you never...."
The Butler coughed to take in a deep inhale.
"I.... Wanted to introduce the two of you when he was due back from his mother's at an age of 16, but now this has come about. I have told him a great many things of you, I do hope you two will..... Get...."
The Butler coughed to take in deep breathes.
Type got up to place a hand to his has he coughed.
"Please..... Breathe, rest, I'm sure him and I will get along. Conserve your strength."
The Butler nodded.
"That.... I'll try..... He will be due here by the weeks end.....I do need to get more sleep, I am but very tired."
Type nodded.
"I shall see you too the morrow."
Type patted his hand to then leave, unaware his Butler was taken during the night to be dead by the next morning.
To the grave site, he stood before his butler's to have his head hung to weep in silence, he was all alone now.
Looking up, he furrowed his brow, he looked across the field, through the light rain to see a figure he was had saw when he was 12, however they didn't seem to have changed or aged.
Type shook his head to continue to eye.
That's impossible.
Hearing a noise to his side he looked to see a boy come about, to stop in front of him to bow.
Type turned his head to look about to raise an eye brow.
That person was no longer there.
Odd, he thought.
"Um young sir, I am the son of your Butler, ryo putuka."
Type turned his head to eye him fully.
"Mm, he said you were to come, I am very sorry for your loss."
Ryo nodded to then turn his head to eye the hole.
"Thank you, I will but miss him, even though this is the first time I have been near, my parents were not together when I was born and I only know him from letters. Was he a good man?"
He looked to type darting his eyes.
Type nodded.
"That he was."
Type then moved his hand up to hold it out for ryo.
"Let us leave, I can show you to my home."
Ryo smiled to then place his hand to types to then be pulled.
Has they went to the carriage they were both unaware a mysterious creature that type had met in his youth was watching them parting to grit there teeth.
I have but seen this one first, you may have snuck yourself in, but I will get him in the end, just you see.
They then turned to part in haste.