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Kapitel 9: Imposing limits

I was wrong.

It wasn't right to think of her as an interesting robot, even if her face said otherwise.

She was a living being, and therefore I couldn't treat her as an object to ease my desires, and consequently, I couldn't move on.

My decision was made, so I gently removed my hand.

"Oh... I understand young master, I confused things when you said you found me... enchanting"

As she spoke her voice became more and more demure until the last word was nothing more than a whisper as she adopted a lowered posture.

How idiotic of me.

I humiliated and embarrassed her by turning her down without even offering an argument.

"Please Melina, it's not what you think, it's just... There is a time and moment for everything in this life, and now is not the time, I have my priorities and I wouldn't want to treat you like an object to me. to satisfy."

"and I don't want you to feel obligated to please me, beyond your own will, and don't think that you lack charm, you are a beautiful woman with abundant charm, and know that denying you was not an easy task"

I expressed my feelings in words in an attempt to maybe make Melina understand my point of view and realize that I didn't reject her because I didn't find her attractive, but that I rejected her because it was right.

And for long, agonizing seconds no comment was made until Melina held out both hands for me to take.

"Young master, as a woman I am very flattered by the compliments.

But as a servant, I couldn't be more offended, you don't have to justify the choices to me, the only one to blame for all of this is me, for not understanding you and having embarrassed you, and even so, know that I won't deny you my company in bed when you want, I'm only sorry I lacked the vision to see that your biggest concern was Master Miller.

Let's go see Master Miller, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you."

That was it.

Did I fail to make her see my point of view, no.

She refused to see anything beyond what she believed.

And for a brief moment, I felt like putting my foot down, discussing her wrong mindset, and inserting common sense into this silly one, but in the end... Melina was right, my biggest concern right now was my father.

So I showed no resistance as Melina led me through the house.

I just remained silent until I reached a large wooden door that must have been at least three meters high and more than two meters wide.

"We've arrived, young master. The master is inside the photo gallery, now I must withdraw."

Melina made a slight reference before turning her back and heading off in the direction we came from.

"Melina, call me kazuhira, if you prefer you can call me Kaz. you are not a stranger."

I spoke to Melina before she disappeared from my sight, Melina immediately stopped walking at my comment, so she turned to me and nodded in agreement, and continued on her way, disappearing from my sight.

Now it was just me, the nanomachines, and the door I needed to open.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door inward.

It was the deepest darkness within the room I entered, with only a single light.

Right in the middle of the room, thus illuminating a chair with a tall man sitting in it while he seemed to stare fixedly at a painting hanging at a higher point on the wall.

It was a painting of a woman with a baby in her arms, along with a young man hugging her.

It was a painting I couldn't use another word to describe other than divine.

Not for brushwork or fur, I didn't even know enough about art to talk about it.

It was Divine for the people who were in the painting.

The woman had long hair as black as the night itself, slanted brown eyes indicating her Asian origin, thin cheeks and full lips along with white skin and her smile... would be enough to lead men to war.

As for the man, he had tanned skin, shoulder-length hair that went well with his blue eyes, an aquiline nose, a muscled body that befitted a hero, and an ear-to-ear smile that demonstrated his joviality and joy.

And the baby who wore a little blue cap with a few tufts of blond hair escaping from under the cap, with big blue innocent eyes, cradled in her mother's arms.

" Melina, please close the door, too much light is coming in."

A deep voice rang through the room from the man sitting in the chair.

my father who still hadn't moved even once.

"So it's the silent treatment again?

Can you at least tell me if Kaz is okay?"

Again my father asked, and I didn't dare answer.

I didn't know how to respond.

Should I clarify that Melina wasn't here?

Or should I say:

("hi dad, how are you? I came to surprise you!")

I couldn't see how this would work.

My dad sighed as he rose from his chair, showing his grandiose size as he turned towards me.

And I saw the shock cross his eyes when our gazes met.

And that's when I realized that he wasn't the same man I saw in the painting, and it wasn't just his spirit that changed, his jovial and happy smile was replaced by the clear fatigue marked on his face.

His blond hair was tainted with gray strands, accompanied by an equally gray beard, and there was no longer any sign of the imposing body.

"Kaz, is it you?"

His voice resounded through the room, hope and happiness practically emanating from his voice, a man who just wanted his son back.


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Kapitel 10: Father and son

The distance separating us wasn't very big but he crossed it incredibly fast and... He pulled me into a hug as he knelt to reach my height.

It was a strong hug, but warm and with a touch of delicacy in an attempt not to hurt me.

It had been a long time since anyone had hugged me so tenderly, I don't think even when I was born in my past life there was as much tenderness as this hug.

but it was still a hug I hadn't been able to return.

I had never hugged my father in my past life.

Should I just… return the hug?

I know it was a silly question, but I just couldn't take the initiative, and I don't even think I would.

Or so I thought.

Until I felt tears fall on my shoulder as my father's body shook, at that moment the return of the hug came naturally.

"Kaz... Forgive me... If I had been there...your mother and you... I"

Every word uttered by my father came out with difficulty and together with a crisis of crying and shaking in his body.

My heart squeezed with that demonstrated appearance, a man in agony who cried like a child while asking forgiveness for his son, for something that was not in his control, for something he shouldn't blame himself.

I can't imagine the mind of someone who lived with the guilt of a tragedy for 7 years while the culprit was on the loose and still had the audacity to try to repeat the tragedy.

Hate boiled in me, remembering that I killed the culprit, but not in the right way.

I should have slit his throat and smeared his guts on the wall, no pain would be enough and no morals would be great enough not to be exceeded, at that point it would just be my hands and how much the worm could take.

Although hatred nearly overtook me, I knew it wasn't what would help me comfort a man so wounded by loss, only compassion, and understanding guided by my reason would be the most ideal solution, even if the seething hatred was greater, we didn't have to of two suffering people thinking about the past.

"It's not your fault and it never could be, however unfair, bad things do happen, and oftentimes get out of our control, and I assure you that power does not prevent tragedy, it only delays it."

I followed my reason and tried to calm the man down, and it seemed to have worked, at least my father didn't cry anymore and his body didn't shake either.

"That doesn't negate my failure... When I got you out of the hospital... the doctors said that if I had arrived two minutes earlier... you would still have your eye."

The guilt still hadn't left my father's voice.

And damn these doctors!

How dare they say to a father that he should have done more to save his son's eye!

And worst of all, he would have to live with it whenever he looked at my face.

Maybe, depending on the damage, it would be possible to put in a prosthesis, it didn't have to be functional, just... So as not to hurt my father even more.

{It was found that the wound was too deep for vision to be restored, however with a cybernetic eye prosthesis vision may be reconstructed with the aid of nanomachines.}

Blessed be the nanomachines with their amazing capabilities!

"My eye is not important, with a cybernetic eye and with my Quirk I can restore it the same as before, I'm fine."

As he spoke I made a point of gently breaking the hug and putting my hands on his shoulders and looking into his eyes, to tell him I wasn't lying, because they say the eyes are the window to the soul.

He let out a sigh of relief and for a brief moment, a smile graced his face.

"So much like your mother, even without memory you proved yourself strong, and did not let the circumstances shake you, your mother would not only be proud as I am, she would be weeping with pride."

I couldn't deny that it got to me, knowing that my father was proud of it, made me feel…light.

Happy.

But not enough to neglect my surroundings, especially my father, who looking closely revealed deep circles under his eyes, indicating little or no sleep and I wasn't going to let that go.

"Dad, how long has it been since you slept?"

"I don't... I stopped to count, but I think it's been like three days."

I sighed, of course, it's been three days, how can a man like that sleep while his son is passed out from a stab wound to the eye.

I got to my feet as he helped me, not that I needed to but I guess it was a parent's instinct.

"Let's get out of here, you need to sleep"

When I said that we needed to leave he seemed to hesitate while looking thoughtful even as he saw that I was already in the doorway.

"Dad, this place doesn't seem to suit you and maybe you should avoid it... for a while.

I can't make you but get some sleep and think about it"

He sighed and said nothing but nodded in agreement and then followed me.

But as soon as we left the room and I was about to close the door, he stopped me.

"Kaz, I... I'm sorry for burdening you with this pathetic view of me and all this drama with my problems, you just woke up and-

"Enough! It's not pathetic to vent to your family, and I'm not made of china, and even if I were I would still carry the world for you because you're my father and you took care of me for 7 years even though I was a hopeless case."

I sharply cut him off, I wasn't going to watch as he apologized again for something he shouldn't have carried, it was unfair to himself!

"You're going to be big Kaz, now let's go to bed before Melina gets mad."

I couldn't help but smile at my dad's comment, something that seemed to happen a lot.

And together we close the door as we embrace each other and walk the path I came earlier with Melina, but we walk without saying a word, just the silence and us.


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