Ryo’s home, 5.22 pm
“I’m home,” Ryo closed the door behind him, take offs his shoes and placed it on the shelf near the door.
“Ah, Okaeri[1], Ryo-chan.” A middle aged man greeted him from the kitchen.
“Call me anything but Chan,” Ryo replied. He approached his father and takes the frying pan from him, “Dad, I said you can wait for me to make your dinner.”
“But you’ve been busy at school,” the man replied, “I don’t want to make you busy at home as well.”
“It’s no problem for me,” Ryo flip the egg and takes a slice of bacon, “At least that’s better than have the house in fire.”
“That’s sarcastic,” The man laughs. Ryo smiled in return.
“Here,” he handed out the egg, the bacon and the pasta.
“Have you had your dinner?” The man asked while walks to the dining table.
Ryo nodded in reply, and gets into his room. He takes off his shirt and looks at himself in the mirror. The blackish tattoo sits there innocently, with its odd shape and all.
Ryo sighed.