"The food's still hot, mom. Why did you call me so quickly?"

Ryo had rushed to the table, leaving the novel he was writing which he called "Real World", in fear that his mother might get angry for not coming quickly.

"I know, I just wanted you to spend some time with us instead of being buried in that little story of yours" 

His mother, she knew that the story which he was crafting meant a lot to him. Ryo was born with a talent for writing, in the cruel world where no one knew what could happen at any moment, where wars continue outside of a mere human with no power's comprehension, Ryo was the only one unbothered by it, as if his entire world was that story he spent all his time writing and writing, children of his age were being prepared by their parents so they become soldier's when they grow up, so they end the never ending war which went on and on. Yet, Ryo did not care at all, in a way it was a talent too, she, his mother, was at times relieved that that he was like this, yet sometimes she worried about his oblivious nature.

Ryo sighed hearing his mother's words and began to eat the food whose heat had begun to dissipate. Ryo deep down knew of his mother's worries, he knew of the cruel war which went on, he knew what the other children of his age were doing, yet he chose to not be worried about them, he was a teen who had many dreams and ideologies, he was more mature than any child near his age. One of many ideas he believed in was "fate" he thought that if he were to truly become some soldier and fight, then he will eventually no matter what he does become as such.

As Ryo was about to get up from his seat after finishing the food to wash his hands, the bell of the house rang indicating that someone was outside the house.

"I'll open the door Ryo, can you go and wash the plates instead?" His mother told Ryo as she noticed the surprise on Ryo's face. Ryo obliged and took the plates to wash them in the kitchen.

He began to wonder who it could be as his father only comes back from work in the evening.

As his mother opened the door both her and Ryo who faintly heard the voice which came from outside the door were shocked.

"Hi honey, I decided to ask for a leave for the rest of the day. To be honest I felt as though I did not spend enough time with both of you."

What his father said was correct, however his salary was the only source for the house so neither Ryo or his mother said much about it.

"I see, that- that's true I suppose." Ryo's mother was stuttering as she was too shocked.

As his father was about to enter the house, another voice came from behind, this time being unknown to all members of the family.

"Hello might you both be the parents of Ryo?"