Hayate Igarashi is a Tokyo rich kid who finds life extraordinarily boring, that is until his attention is gripped by the angel-faced Touma Kirigaya who ebbs him every time he looks at him. Why can's he forget about Touma?
Not only that, but one nig...
It was past noon when Ayumi finally stopped in front of a traditional Japanese house. Hayate did not know how long he had been following her, but his face was warm from the spring sunlight.
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"What the fuck?" he murmured, "It's the twenty-first century."
"What does that mean?" Ayumi asked, "Lots of people still live in traditional houses." Ayumi shook her head. "Never mind that. Come on."
The doors at the entrance were unlocked. They entered and came to the front door. This, too, was unlocked. The two removed their shoes before entering the house. Their footsteps were muffled on the tatami mat floors.
They found signs of life in the back garden. An old man with a wiry grey beard and a topknot was sitting there. He stared out at the garden. His skin looked like old leather. His brow and hands were spotted. He wore traditional garb that hung loosely around his skeletal frame. His nose was crooked, and his eyes thin and sharp. The flowing water from the stream and the rhythmic pong-pong from the water fountain gave the garden a feeling of serenity.
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Beside the man was a tray with a tea set, it looked old, maybe from Edo*. In his hand was a cup steaming with green tea.
*An era of Japanese history from 1603 to 1867.
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The man did not so much as give them a glance. "Who have you brought?" His voice was gravelly and deep, old, like a castle that had endured hundreds of storms.
