Hayato started walking down the halls, it was a very busy house. Maids bustled back and forth tending to things, Hayato's Father's men doing the same. Hayato and Ryuutaro got some stares but otherwise they weren't bothered.

"I can show you my room! I had a bunch of stupid junk laying around, but there are pictures and stuff. I was kind of a dumb shit as a kid though." He smiled at the thought of seeing his old room, his heartbeat quickened from the anticipation, "I wonder what it looks like now."

Hayato turned down a quieter hallway, and stopped before a door at the very end. He takes a deep breath and opens the door, and the excited little smile fades from his face. The room showed no evidence that a child had ever lived in it. Hayato stepped in and looked around.

"I-it's been all changed around..."

The bed was larger, something more adult and fitting of a guest room, as was all the furniture. The teen looked over at one of the shelves, hoping maybe one of his books may have made it there, but nothing. The books were pretty generic or were his father's. He took a glance around at the pictures, picking one up to look at. Nothing, he recognized the photo though. Bianchi, her mother and their father all stood together. Hayato's father's arm id obscured by the side of the frame, like he had his arm around someone else very small. Hayato was quick to disassemble the photo frame and pull out the picture, revealing one edge that had obviously been cut. The only sign that he had been in the picture was a little hand that clung to his father's pants. He just stared at the photo, unable to completely register what he was seeing.

It was like he had never existed.