Read just like a cat :: Someone...

The thing he didn’t know was that Shuro looked innocent, sentimental, but he didn’t actually care about anything. Well, he only saved his cat when his house—with his brother, mother, and father—burned. Also, he did a strange thing after every victory in battles. The win was when you slightly cut the hand with the sword and there needed to be blood, so when he did that, he just stood and sang something like: tick tock, tick tock, then when a blood drop fell on the floor he would say: trinnn, like a timer for the victory... Maybe all the French were like this... strange? Yeah, it could be, maybe, or it was just Shuro like this... Well, it could be because he was... He was just he. Yeah, just he, because he even forgot his real name, and yeah, Shuro was more like a nickname.

So, he remembered that he actually had a real name and decided to, of course, tell Xin, like what he always did when he discovered something new. Then, one day they were living and lying on their bed, they slept together because Xin wasn’t too rich to buy a bed, okay? Well, lazy more than rich... Just in a random moment Shuro said:

Shuro: Oh, by the way, Shuro is just a nickname. My real name, if I remember exactly, should be Èloi Lucien. Someone used to call me Shuro because once, I was arguing in a playful mode with my... ugh... best friend, let’s say, and I said "Shuro" instead of "shut up," so now it’s a nickname...

Xin: Well, like I asked.

Shuro: Mean!

Xin: Okay, well, sorry.

Shuro just rolled his eyes and continued staring at Xin while he was chatting with that one girl best friend. Shuro felt a little bored and jealous, so he just did this move: he put his head on Xin’s shoulder like a cat. Xin was a little surprised, so he just smiled.

Xin: Someone wants attention, how I see.

Shuro: Well, maybe.

So Xin just was stroking him while chatting with the friend, well, better than nothing. Shuro felt very comfortable, he really loved staying with Xin. It was like he could save him instead of a cat... Wow, the traitor of his family is more confident to just a random friend... Well, let’s specify that fact: in reality, he was misunderstood, because when he went home it was burning and all, and yes, he was calm, because he knew that he could not do anything, and the cat was the only alive creature he found, and also, the cat died after a day. But well, he was a little cruel to himself because he never wanted to be too close with someone just because if he lost it he would have a reaction, and also he didn’t have any reactions when his house burned. So the last things that remained to him from the past were his sword and that one friend, also lost because of a battle she lost.