Rinkage Clan Compound

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Rinkage family live in one big house. The Head of this clan is Madara Rinkage. He is incharge of the household for now in his long life span. The Rinkage family is a Noble family, highly respected in the Crusnik society.

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He closes his eyes and tilts his head down. ''Good and Thank you..'' He doesn't turn to her yet his bowed head stays bowed. ''I apologise again Ele..''

"For what?" She asks, in a soft tone. Turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.

''For which one? The apology or the thank you?'' He lifts his head up yet doesn't turn to look at her, his body posture relaxs.

Elena sighs and takes a step, appearing in front of him, looking right at him. "All of it."

''My behaviour towards you, thats why I apologised, My emotions were out of control.. I Thanked you for coming for my mother, She token a shine to you.'' He doesn't look at her as he speaks. He looks towards the door behind her, then locks eyes with Ele.

"Well you're welcome. But i dont forgive you. Not yet." She says and starts walking down the stairs yet again.

Madara silently walks back to the bedroom of his mother's. He enters it silently. Siting down at the bed side.

Elena sighs and sits on the stairs and thinks.

'The next morning.. It'll get worse and she'll depart from here, going on to the never ending planes of silences with Kira..' He sits there stroking his mothers hand. He spoke the name kira in his mind, yet he did not actually state who kira was or it was actually his father. He then raises up and kisses her forehead ''Sweet Dreams.'' He whispers and walks out of the room. Closing the door silently with a soft thud. He turns and stuffs his hand into his pockets and starts to head for the stairs.

Elena had leaned her head up against the railing on the stairs and ahs fallen asleep.

Madara halts before he paces Ele. He looks down at her and frowns. He whispers ''Not the best place to sleep, Ele.'' He sits down longside her, he debates looking ahead of him, if he should take her to the guest room or not.

Elena is dreaming of the past when she met the boy she was talking about and when her mother was being shoved into the church and burnt down. Elena's eyes form tears and they fall down her cheeks, she clenches her fists.

He glances to Ele seeing his sleeping pattern has changed. ''Ele..'' He places his hand on her cheek. ''Ele Wake up.'' He speaks softly, like then he talks to his mother, care was shown through it.

Elena's eyes shoot open, showing black and red mixed eyes. Tears falling from her eyes.

He continues to speak softly still like he does with his mother, showing that he cares. ''He gently whips her tears away with his thumbs. ''It's Okay Ele.''

Elena whips her head to the side and looks at Madara. Looking at him with the black and red mixed eyes still. "It has to be you. It just has to be." She says standing up.

He frowns in concern, looking up at her form his sitting form. ''What do you mean me, Ele?'' He ask softly.

"The boy from my past. The BOY!!" she says and hands him the picture, showing him. She speaks to herself while turning around, leaning on the staircase railing. "It has to be him. I just has to be."

He quietly looks at the photo. Then to Elena, his voice still level and Calm yet with softness too. ''Calm done El.'' He places his hand on her upper arms turning her to face him. Bring her to his chest holding her there softly.

"He would always call me Ele too. So you must be him." She says in a whisper, tears falling from her eyes.

He closes his eyes resting his head on top of hers in silences holding her to comfort her in his arms. His mind travels faster then normal going though his history of himself, not really remembering much but then again there was alot of memories.

Elena closes her eyes and thinks of the past images, sending them to Madara through thoughts.

Madara glances down to Elena. Flipping through the images quickly in his mind. He body and facial expressions stay relaxed. He keeps his head rested on top of hers.

"Does any of that look familiar to you?" She asks him in a whisper.

''I..'' He opens his eyes halfly. ''I.. I can't remember.. He looks like me.'' His grip tightens around her. ''No.. I believe it is me, but... Why.. Why can't I remember?'' He rests his head against her shoulder.