Tama bit his lower lip, a habit him and his sister both shared. While he slept and dreamed, Toya had always reassured him… his security blanket for lack of a better description.
With slow steps, he started toward the only thing familiar to him… Toya.
Tadamichi had been watching silently from the darkness and stepped up behind Tama after hearing the boy say Toya’s name as if talking to an old friend. The boy was now reaching up toward Toya’s face as if to verify the guardian was real. Just as the boy’s fingers barely grazed the statue, Tadamichi placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder and slid it up his arm… twining his fingers around the boy’s wrist.
Tama turned, his gaze inadvertently locking with eyes so black that he felt he could fall into them and never again see light. The returning
