Shisui continued to stare at the woman that had just appeared. She looked almost exactly like Akira, except for the few decades she looked younger, and the white highlights dyed in her black hair. “Kira, you came.” Akira acknowledged the woman with a brief nod. Kira smiled brightly. “Of course, my sister called after years! Why wouldn’t I be happy to oblige?” Her eyes then fell on the boy still in the room. “So, who’s the handsome man here?” “He was just leaving.” Akira smiled once more at Shisui, gesturing at the door. “Awe, boring.” Kira pouted. Without words, except for a dubious glance towards Akira’s sister, Shisui left. “Did you see how he looked at me?” Kira grinned. “I think he likes me.” Akira sighed loudly. “He’s a hundred years too young for you and already taken.”

