Kazuhito Nagasaki sat with his back to the wall of his home and watched as the night slowly ended. He liked to watch the sun come up when he was perfectly hidden from the suns deadly rays. Pretty soon he would take his young siblings and go to the underground home they had made, well that the servants had made. It was almost exactly like the top house but it was structured to withstand the pressure of the ground around it. He took a deep breath and retreated to the hall and knew that his servants would take care of the windows.<br/><br/>It had occurred to him, there had been a meeting of the nobles that night but he had missed it. As much as he hated to admit it, he would have liked to go. There would be backstabbing, trickery, plotting, and the like which made him wonder what it was that drew him there. The twins were already sitting on their bed talking and giggling away. They would stay up a little longer and then drift off to sleep. It was their way and he didnâ€™t see why he should intervene. He was supposed to be their elder brother but they just didnâ€™t listen and called him father.<br/><br/>Shaking his head he walked away without them noticing, and looked in on Tsukiya. He was lying in bed staring up at the ceiling daydreaming about something. The sound of Kazuhitoâ€™s steps drew his attention away and he nodded his goodnight. They boy could have been born a noble, the way he had grown to speak and act like one. Most of it came from what Kazuhito taught him but some of it came from Tsukiyaâ€™s desire to be accepted by his mentor and â€œfatherâ€.<br/><br/>He would have to send the King and Queen a message sometime that evening or day to notify them why he wasnâ€™t there. The plan was to go later that evening, by then some of the planning would have ceased but it was a vain hope. In all honesty he hadnâ€™t received the message of the meeting till late that evening. It was a pain but he felt he should show the King and Queen the respect they deserved. They may be stepping down and there will be bloodshed but it was all politics and ambitions.<br/><br/>Once in his room he called one of his servants to him, a man by the name of Jackson he had found wondering around London, and gave him an envelope to send to the King and Queen. Jackson bowed and headed out bowing before he left. Kazuhito had no intention of making a move just yet, he had a plan but it would be easier to know who he was up against to make the right plays. It was all stuff he had to dredge up from his past which he really hoped he would have forgotten but didnâ€™t.