The Earth After Rebirth

He wouldn't have made it out, his potential and hopes would've withered when he was hit with he reality that he couldn't make it out because of where he was born.

He could only admire him as a business man but as a father he couldn't help but be stubborn.

It was around 1pm when the door sounded again. Wilfred appeared, two silhouettes walking behind him.

"Some nerve you have Blakeson, to come to my house." Sekani bellowed, it wasn't the alcohol talking as he quickly sobered up.

"A child's 17th is very important, I thought I should come down and offer my best wishes." Gilbert said with a sly smile.

"You aren't welcome here, neither of you are." Kiro dangerously said. His voice came out really cold, like he wasn't the kid drunk out of his mind a minute ago.

"Come on—"

"After all you and your son had done, you can't hope for some kind of relationship, get out." Kiro had taken a step forward at this point.

"That was just boys being boys, and I must admit, I acted rushly as a father. I shouldn't have done that." He said smugly.

Sekani walked forwards, and came face to face with him. "Firing me and my wife was the best decision, of course for you it was a terrible one but for us, out of it opportunity was born."

He turned to Wilfred as he went to sit down, taking a swig of his drink, "I don't like acting like I'm better than others, but Wilfred, ensure these people never set foot in this estate again."

"What shall I do with their gifts, Mr. Waynworth?"

"Throw them in a bin, far away from the house as possible."

"Yes sir, sorry for letting them in. Forgive my blunder."

He gave him a genuine smile, "you couldn't have known."

Gilbert threw his hands in the air, "fine, don't touch me, I really just came here in peace. Silva." He left acknowledging Jesús.

The troublemakers left. Kiro thought it was strange, how quiet and meek Isaac had become in front of his father, it was almost laughable.

"Ki, are you alright?" His father was already taking strides towards him. He didn't notice he was still standing there clenching his fists.

Sekani examined him, seeing the fear and fury in his eyes, he almost chuckled. 'Just like your grandfather, then.'

"He's always been a thorn on the side even for us, I hope you don't take it too personally." Jesús commented on the awkward scene he'd just witnessed.

As time went on, more of Kiro's classmates showed up. At this point Philip chased them out of his apartment, they were trashing it.

The party was taken outside on the snow. They decided a braai would be greater, since the sun was out. They brought out all sorts of meats.

The seasoned meat on the coal, wafted and carried the air throughout the neighbourhood. The two fathers were handling the meat.

While the kids decided to play. The kids from the slums took initiative, teaching the rich ones every game known in the lower district.

Alora ran to Kiro from inside the house. He picked her up, she was followed by Isao.

"Ki, tell him, tell him I can't be his best friend! Because I'm your best friend!" She pouted as she said.

It took everything in Kiro's body to not laugh. Hiro was snickering behind his hand, which he positioned perfectly so he couldn't be found out.

"Freckles listen, it's important to have a best friend that's not your family! I'm your brother right?"

She nodded.

"Isao is not, so he can be your best friend too!"

Understanding this new knowledge imparted on her, she got down from Kiro and ran to Isao, to claim him as her new best friend.

Kiro's ears fell on the braai area, where his father and Jesús were tending to the meat, drinking and chatting the day away.

"You don't have a driver? That's preposterous! I can get you one." Jesús was clearly tipsy at this point.

"No, but you can do me a favour. I've already found a driver I like."

"A favour you say? I'm all ears."

"Research 'Raul Menes' for me, he's an official driver. He seemed to take a liking to us, but before hiring background checks are essential."

Kiro rolled his eyes, he thought he'd hear something interesting. Then, his arm was nudged by someone. It was Isla.

"Nice watch." She complimented.

"It was a gift." Kiro grinned.

"I expect there will be more of them in there." She pointed to the mountain of gifts he'd received.

"But this is the only one my wrist will ever accept." He pointed at the silver watch.

She blushed. They stood side by side watching the others playing tag. They were not only drunk, but they also had to run on the slippery snowy ground. So it was messy.

Kiro noticed 3 people coming in from the direction of the gate. "Who are they." He jerked his head toward them.

The second Isla's eyes fell on them, she involuntarily put some distance between herself and Kiro.

"S-siblings!" She said barely a whisper.

"You must be Kiro Waynworth. I'm Wallace Silva." He shook hands with him.

"Dion." He simply raised his hand as a greeting.

"Tiana." She got too close to Kiro, he could practically feel her breath.

She made him hold her hand, and slowly rose it to his lips. Kiro knew her intentions, he didn't want to do it though. He looked at Isla, who gave him a 'if you have to' defeated look.

"I'm just playing, you really are handsome though. Especially your eyes. Too bad my sister saw you first." She slowly touched his cheek, tracing her finger down to his lips.

"T!" Isla shouted, she couldn't watch anymore.

She looked back at her bright red sister, "I'm only teasing him." She walked into the house.

For the first time since he regressed, he could feel that his trousers were filling up. Something was rising in there.

'Oh sh*t!'

He bolted into Philip's apartment to take a very cold shower. That always helped him.