Even though the morning frosts had ended as winter grudgingly had long since passed into spring, once the sun dipped behind the thick shelter of white within the sky, it could still feel somewhat cold. Coupled with the blustery winds, it was almost as if the blossoming trees and blooming flowerbeds were an illusion and that the chilliest season was not over at all, that summer really wasn't just around the corner. One such strong breeze, whipped down the street in a frenzy, grasping at the notice stuck to the door and ripping it away. It tumbled a short while before landing at the feet of a man nearby, who picked it up and glanced over it with narrowed, black coffee eyes. The man sighed and continued to approach the locked door where a different notice was stuck on the inside of it; "Ichiro is currently indisposed at the moment, the dojo will be closed for the foreseeable future. Thank you." The man couldn't help the rising frustrations within his gut, taking a deep breath before exhaling once more, trying to induce some calm. This was for his younger brother's happiness after all. Seriously, he couldn't believe what Zandre had told him, what he had admitted to. Talk about messed up! The family knew about some of it, from the newspapers and of course from Zandre himself, just that until now he'd remained pretty tight lipped about the fact the ring wasn't totally Elani's delusion and about the very male Omega he'd fallen in love with hard. Ever the gentleman, thinking of his partner's (and ex-partner's) feelings and reputation first. And the whole confession had come over the phone of course, as Zee had been in no position to back his bags and fly home again so soon to the next match abroad. "I knew Elani was no good!" Braelin had exclaimed, pouting like the princess of the family that she was. "Weren't you the one who'd been disappointed that she and Zee had split up?" Their fifth born brother, Romaine, had teased her, poking her ribs with a finger. "That's only because she said she take me to the set she works on!" Braelin had retorted. Naturally, she would always side with a brother over an ex-girlfriend. "And besides, don't you think that this, Jason, looks better beside Zee?" She brought up the unclear image on her phone of the pair in an intimate hold. "Ichiro," Zee's voice had murmured down the phone. "His name is Ichiro." "Then why does it call him Jason in the newspapers?" Braelin had asked. Zee had not answered them, unable to admit that he didn't know as much about this Omega he claimed was his fated pair as he should. Their mother had hushed her, berating her with a stare before asking; "So how will you fix this, Zandre?" She had asked her fourth child. "Why does he need to fix this?" Braelin demanded to know. After all, just because the Omega was good looking doesn't mean he deserved to be her big brother's man! Especially if those rumours were true. The firm hand of her mother landed upon her shoulder, the warning clear; this was none of her business. The teenaged girl began to pout once more. "I don't know," there was much pain in his tone as he blurted out these words. "I can't reach him, I can't reach his brothers, even my emails have been ignored. I had planned to get on the next flight home and go see him personally, but my agent and the team managers stopped me. There's potentially two matches left to play, the semi's and the final. My time out here would be no more than a week, but if I pull out now, forget ever being able to play for the country again, I might even find I can no longer play rugby for my team! And then there's the endorsement... actually, I don't give a shit about that, but screwing up my career could screw up my future, not to mention my future with him." "Very good," his mother agreed satisfied. She was aware how much Zee loved the sport, to the point he neglected the more academic side of his education and it would do him nor the man he'd set his heart on any good if he had no career to support them both. "Seeing as you can't speak to him personally, let Kahlil go speak to him in your stead." "What me?" Hence why he was visiting the dilapidated hall, of which had received a sudden demolition notice; he wondered if the young man, Ichiro, even knew about it. Certainly, the notice on the inside of the door indicated that they had planned to return at some point. But there was no one around now.