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A puff of smoke was exhaled through a pair of think pink lips. Shifting from one foot to the other in restlessness, thinking why his father had brought him and his mother to the country side. Their new house.
Few days before, when he was having a sleepless night, he heard their parents talk. It was really strange. Both of his parents were so busy, they didn't even seem to meet or talk to eachother because of their business. They were never at home but that day they were both present in their so called room, which was not even visited by either of them in the past. But he didn't complain. So far, he was fine being alone, as he was used to it and he was unemployed.
As he crept nearer to their room, he heard a shuffle of paper. 'Probably a business project file,' he thought. But then, he heard his father calling out names. Names?
"I like all of these but no one seems perfect for him. We need someone who can get along well with him. I think this Metawin boy is good." He heard the deep authoritative voice of his CEO father. No wander he got that baritone voice from him. Then there was the elegant voice, no women posessed it better than his mother, "I agree. His back story is quite mysterious but so far we know he has good personality and manners. He might be just few years smaller than him."
He could smell tobacco inside. His father used a pipe. It was old-fashioned but it was passed from generation to generation by rich ancestors so it was like a family tradition for them, a charm of luck.
"Okay so the decision is final." His father said, "Deal." His mother's tone was business like and he was sure they shook hands. He internally rolled his eyes, he himself didn't know why he was curious to listen to their conversation. They never did care about him, only threw money on him every month but never asked how he was. They never had family reunions so he just thought he was curious because of this strange meeting. Yet it was all about work and a new employee. Probably.
But how wrong he was to think that it was related to work.
He finally decided that smoking wouldn't help him so he moved from his balcony and crushed his cigarette in an ash tray that was on top of his furnished hardwood desk.
His father had gone to his company and so did his mother, again he was alone at home. But he did know that before his father left, he had not been able to take all his files with him. With hope he sneaked inside his father's office.
The office was as it was when he first saw it. The lamp on the desk, a grand and fine furnished rosewood desk with a leather chair. Shelves instead of walls, stacked with think engineering books and architecture design ideas. The floor was wooden but a big carpet was layed there, right in front of the grand desk. Two soft leather sofa and a tea table in between. The big chandelier hung on top of them but it was off. The small ray of light coming from the big curtained window was streaking his face and the furnished desk in white.
He started shuffling through files neatly so that his father wouldn't notice, after switching on the lamp on the desk. He didn't find any thing but just designs of buildings and architecture. He wasn't going to give up yet so he pulled the drawer that was on his father's desk. There he saw a peculiar file. The title said, 'ORPHANAGE.'
Just when he was about to open it, his phone vibrated inside his pocket. He pulled it out and picked it up without bothering to check the caller ID.
"Bright!" He swore he had never heard his father so cheerful as this. "As you know we won't be home due to our business but I want to let you know, at six in the evening your foster brother will come. He is younger than you so do take care of him well." The line went dead as Bright looked at the screen blankly.
A foster brother? Younger? Oh shit! He opened the file and turned through the pages and here it was! A copy of an adoption certificate, with his parents signature which was laminated. He slowly turned to the other page and a photo slipped down on the floor. Without breathing, he reached for the picture and turned it around.
A boy, who was smiling widely in the picture made his heart skip a beat.
'Cute,' Bright muttered under his breath but mentally slapped him to reality. He was never the one to take interest in any human being other than his friends. So he shook his head and before he placed the photo and file back he read the name aloud. "Win Metawin."
'He seems like a rude guy off camera." Bright thought as he walked back to his room.
He flopped on his bed and pulled out his laptop to surf the internet out of boredom, with a cigarette in his hand when he heard a 'click'. He rushed to the sound with light steps but when he saw the same guy he frowned. It was five o'clock.
The guy smiled as he saw Bright in the corner. "Oh so you must be my P'!" The boy seemed to be shining because his smile was so pure and it showed his bunny teeth. The boy was tall and muscular, with white milky skin and brown fluffy looking hair. He had brown eyes too. He wore a shirt which was pastel blue in colour and the top two of his button were open. A pair of ripped jeans and canvas with the keys and luggage in his hands, so he was Win.
"Sawatdee Krap. I'm Win Metawin, your foster brother." He smiled again. Bright rolled his eyes at this. He now fully emerged from the corner of the door and took a swift whiff of his smoke, exhaling from both, nose and his mouth.
Win couldn't believe his eyes. He was told by his foster father that the boy was a 'dark' one and would be hard to interact with. But above all he did not think he would be literally 'black' because on top of those mildly tanned skin, his exposed left arm was covered with tattoos till his hand which held a cigarette. He was tall, thin and lean muscular, with a broad shoulder and chest. He wore a black hoodie and black comfortable killer pants as if he was ready to go outside. His hair was jet black and his eyes were black too, like dark chocolate, with bitter pasts hidden in them.
The meeting of two opposite people.
Just like Yinyang, the Chinese symbol.
But little did Win know that he was Yin, the darker side, with darker pasts.
"I don't know where is your room." He heard the deep voice of his brother. "Just get out of my sight." Bright growled and left.
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To be continued...