He felt his presence next to him the moment he teleported and whirled around to face him readying himself in case it came to a fight, even though he knew he would lose, but it never came to that. He was encased in a hug so tight he could barely breath and for a few moments was too stunned to react but as soon as he recovered he embraced his brother in his arms, hugging him just as hard. He hadn't realizes it until just that moment, but he had misses his brother and the rest of his family deeply, so deeply that it pained his heart when he thought of all the time he had spent alone these last seven years. To his brothers questions he started to answer, "Well, I've been…" but before he could properly answer he heard the screaming of the undead as a horde attacked. From what seemed impossible he withdrew an Arriese glaive from under his cloak and twirled it around a bit to warm himself up for the fight. At the same time Kiryu went in for the attack, so did Kyoya. He danced around his brothers range of attack only entering when it was necessary to get a straggler. As it became apparent they were seeing Kiryu as more of a threat than him, he couldn't bear the thought of him being overwhelmed by sheer numbers so he opened his mouth and let loose the ability born to him in his family, the one that made him different than the others. He said a single word, "come" it seemed to be I fused with magic as the undead that heard it found they had no choice but to focus their attention on him instead of Kiryu. He had found out quickly that disembowling had no real effect upon the undead so was swiftly cutting off as many heads as he could manage while dancing between their attempts to harm him. The blade upon the glaive flashed in the desert sun as it too danced about the field of battle with it's master. Any time he came too close to one of his brother's sword whip's attacks he could just tell where it was and where it was going and would dodge it as it shot out to devour the unlife of the undead. They had instantly clicked when it came to fight g side by side, just as they had when they were children. It was second nature, something they couldn't forget even after all these years. It came as naturally and easily as breathing.
Once the dead were done he too wiped the blade of his weapon off upon one of the fallen foes before hiding it back under his cloak. (OMG HOW DOES IT FIT WITHOUT BEING NOTICED??!?) his attention was drawn to his brother, who was staring a hole into the back of his head. He looked at his brother, pink eyes meeting clear blue and they remained locked. Expressing without words that they were not the only ones who had been hurting. He had felt betrayed, unwanted, and lost. But now, with his brother here with him, the pain he had felt then was nothing. Kyoya was the one who looked away first, not able to keep staring into those eyes that seemed to be accusing him for leaving as he did. He cleared his throat and pretended to ignore that stare. "As I was trying to say before, I've been all over the world, proving to myself that I'm not as worthless and a failure as mother told me I was." He said, but that burning question from Kiryu's eyes was still there so he continued, explaining once and for all, "I know now that she didn't mean it the way I thought she did, but at the time it was enough to truly destroy me. That night, I found out what my gift was and told her, along with how I believed I should use it. How I felt more connected with that way anyways than trying to fall into line with the rest of the family. My gift does the exact opposite of what's needed as a member of our family Kiryu. It draws forth others and focuses them onto myself. That is not a skill an assassin would use. You may have noticed me using it just a few minutes ago. I am not built to be an assassin, but one who draws the eyes of others so the job can be done by another. Mother didn't agree that I should choose that path to walk, she denied my ability and even after I showed her by using it …on her… she still refused to acknowledge it, or me. She raged, angered that I didn't want to be the way everyone else was, that I would rather stand out than hide in shadows, but that just wasn't me. Yes I could do it, but it never felt like that was what I was meant to do. We were loud enough so you probably heard most of it. She….she told me to get out, that she couldn't stand the site of me, that no son of hers would be the one standing in the middle of it all. Thats when i left. Back then i thought she was saying she didnt want me anymore, so that was what made my choice. A few years later, when dealing with an issue over on Cantelux I finally realized what she truly meant as I found myself surrounded. It wasn't that she couldn't stand the thought of one of her son's not following the family's traditions, it was that she couldn't stand the thought of me pulling the attention upon myself, and becoming the target for their gathered, terror, violence, any if it. She wanted me safe in the shadows, not taking the stage." He sighed unable to look his brother in the eyes as he continued, "By the time I realized it, I thought it was too late. No one had come look for me in those few years, and the news that traveled those dark little channels was that everything was better than ever. I… I didn't want to stir up trouble by suddenly showing up, I didn't think I could forgive myself for doing what I did. I was weak and it was hard. So I made a promise to prove myself in a way that would make mother proud, no… in a way that would make me feel proud to be myself enough to be able to stand upon that door step and knock upon that door." He looked at the wall, feeling slightly depressed by his story and unable to face the family that stood before him.