My family

So many questions, few answers

 Ryuzaki's pov

Very carefully and very gently with a sweet and loving gesture and together with a caring attitude, which at a certain moment starts to shine and shine at him in the bright light of the beautiful and brilliant golden yellow sun, which today is towering in the clear light blue sky shining and shining like a real world famous and world famous goddess, which is terribly very magical and very mysterious, I slowly but very surely manage to gently but very surely push away the two super soft and super small hands of my super cute little youngest son Michael of six years old, I look at him the next moment very questioningly and very attentively in a worried way, who also looks very curious with a very horrible glassy look.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" I then ask him as sweetly and as heart-giving as possible in a careful and caring way, as caring and as helpful as possible in the sweetest way that can exist in this cruel gigantic world.

And I look at him in the same way how I study a book or how I used to study the books I used to have to learn from in my early teens, thoroughly and very carefully, with a very glassy but also a terribly caring, sweet and concise look.

Unfortunately, to my slight disappointment and concern, I still don't get an answer from him, but at that moment I see that Light comes walking through the wide doorway again with a neutral face, which looks quite gloomy and very sad, his look looks terribly businesslike and incredibly sire, he pulls a certain look as if he already knows that this is about a matter of life or death.

I see that he has his phone dangling in his warm firm right hand, in a very messy and unkempt way, I just think it's because he's just terribly stressed at the moment, that he has no idea where our oldest son is and what his current situation is and where on earth he is and can be and if he is safe there at all or if he might be is forcibly held somewhere of which we have no idea where that spot could be seen.

I see and I notice and I feel right away in my flat warm soft lower belly, which now feels terribly freezing cold and very icy all this time, since Light and I have discovered together that Akira is nowhere to be seen and that he was not at all in his warm safe bed, in which he should normally always lie before one of us calls him out of his bed to tell him that he is has to hurry up to get ready to go to school as soon as possible, to make sure he gets there on time, that immediately after he has walked to the wide doorway with a very glassy stressful look in his two crystal clear glassy shiny eyes that he immediately makes eye contact with me, in a very glassy way that looks terribly shiny and glassy in a very sad way.

He also notices, feels, sees and knows that I am very questioning without words or without moving my lips for a second what he has to tell me at this moment.

"My parents are coming... Sayu too.... but  she comes a little later... and Misa is also on the road with Rue".

"Okay" I say deep in my mind, in my head, but not out loud, because I'm still too busy with Michael at the moment and I'm still trying to figure out what's going on with him and why that sweet cute six-year-old boy is crying so much.

Then Light makes a certain sound so that I immediately know that he actually wanted to say something more and something else maybe, but unfortunately I can't find out anymore I think, well, it doesn't matter anymore, I think, then I see that Light has long since discovered that something is going on with our youngest cute son Michael of six years old, for he looks at him questioningly with a glassy look and a certain beaming attitude that is silent and looks at him very curiously and attentively in a terribly sweet and beloved way that looks very careful, caring and terribly helpful.

In the meantime he has also seen that Michael is crying terribly, with his hands against his two hips, he cries terribly, terribly and his crying goes through the marrow and bone with both of us, as his parents but also as a person.