The Shadows of Fate

Troubled minds

"Attention ladies and gentlemen, we have now arrived at our final destination. Please gather your belongings securely before leaving your seat."

Seijuurou stepped out of the train with a weekender in his hand. He only brought one bag with him because he doesn't intend on staying for more than 1 night.

After leaving the station, he walked through the busy streets of Kelqua city. He doesn't reminisce, already used to the city despite not visiting for a year now. He grew up in the city for the past 18 years of his life , there's no need to feel nostalgic.

He went to the nearest restaurant around, not wanting to see his father yet. The journey alone is tiring, he doesn't need to stress over business after that.

"Oh? Is that you, Akashi?" A rough voice called from behind. Seijuurou smiled, greeting a certain chef who's now laying his ordered meal. "Eikichi, how have you been?"

"As always, selling high and eating lots." Eikichi proudly shows his muscles, not changing one bit. "I'm glad," he replied.

Eikichi sat in front of him, tucking his arms together as he watched Seijuurou eat his pasta. In a hushed voice, he asked: "So, what happened?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean, why are you here? You rarely visit me, let alone this city, unless there's something up with your...father."

"The reason itself is him. So it shouldn't be surprising." He sipped from his glass and wiped his lips with the provided towel.

"So what does he want again?"

"That's what I'll find out."

Eikichi leaned back, stretching his arms before standing up. "Well good luck with that. Just so you know, I'll be here if you need help." He motioned with his fist punching the air.

Seijuurou chuckles, "I'll take note of that."

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"Your son is here, sir."

Seijuurou masked his face with a straight face. Not wanting to show any emotion towards his father.

There's a million things that his father can say, there's always a reason to expect everything.

"Seijuurou."

"Yes, father?" He drawled at the

"How's your trip on the way here?" His father was sweet talking him without affection behind his voice. Seijuurou is already used to this kind of play.

"Fine, and I expect you to be doing well despite your reigning age."

"You always wished for my sickness" His father walked over the cabinets where, on top of it was alcohol and wines displayed. Popping the wine cork open, he poured himself a glass and another for Seijuurou.

"I do." Seijuurou bluntly agreed. "Now why do you call for me?"

His father held up both of the glasses, handing one to Seijuurou. "I needed someone to manage one of our ports."

Seijuurou stood still, not accepting the glass. "Why's that?"

Masaomi sighed, placing the rejected wine on the glass table. "There'll be new imports of a new product, and I want you to watch over it."

"According to the report you sent me uselessly, there hasn't been any issues with our ports and any danger threatening our imports. Why do you still need me?" He's not letting his father use him again for business.

For every culture, the eldest or the only sons of every wealthy family must carry on the heritage of the father's name and business.

Seijuurou however, doesn't want to. For a great reason out there, he wants to build his own business out of his name. Not his family name. As to why he distanced himself from his father due to inheritance.