<span style="font-style: italic">"Damn jerk...spit on my gun..."</span>Rena muttered as she continued to mutter about her gun. Shadow has over heard her mumbling and new that Oshimi had to have too. That final look he gave her had told it all. Rena was gonna be Oshimiâ€™s new conquest, and it was all  his fault. His hands were chalk white as he turned in his pristine kitchen to reach into a dark oak cabinet, for food. Since his dad always had food stalked in the house. They never ran out. Even if his dad sent him to the store for food.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Shadow." </span>The voice was croaked a little from age, and came from the living room. It sounded horrid , and wasnâ€™t the greatest sound in the world to hear. "<span style="font-style: italic">Did you finally return from the store?" </span>His voice was  odd, it sounded as if it was coming from a 90 year old, and not a fifty year old.<br/><br/>"Dad." Shadowâ€™s hands were frozen on the cabinet door handle. He had totally spaced on the groceries that his father had asked for. He slowly maneuvered himself around the counter that was set in the middle of the kitchen, making sure to graze Renaâ€™s shoulder a little with his hand as he made his way by her. Then made his way carefully through the hallway. It was decorated from by his mother. Even though she wasnâ€™t around anymore. It was hard to look at and always brought tears to his eyes. He had to choke back the tears, and carefully made his way to his decrepit father. Who had chalk white hair, and steel cold blue eyes. He was old, and in every way you could tell that he was old. The TV was blaring, and he was sitting in an old dusty chair. It was hard to see that this man had once been a really rich man. Fact, was most people couldnâ€™t even believe that the man still had money. But he did. "Dadâ€¦..I had to deal with some things, and ended up forgetting it. Iâ€™m sorry." He hung his head down in shame as he walked in front of his father and kneeled down in front of him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Son Please do not show me that form of respect. Just because I use to be leader of this clan. Does not mean you can kneel down to me. And we have enough food as it is. I just wanted you out of the house." </span>At this point his dad was breathing heavily, and looked as if it was a lot of work just to speak. "So who is this girl that you brought home.<span style="font-style: italic">" Then his eyes shut, but you could tell he was still listening. Its called being street smart. "Iâ€™m sure sheâ€™s a beautiful little thing." </span>The old man said breathlessly.<br/><br/>"Well let her tell you for yourself." He said standing up a little bit in proudness. He offered a hand out to Rena so that she could take the hand. "Rena .. I want you to met our elder to our clan, and former leaderâ€¦but retired after my mother was killed." He waited for her.