Nothing serious about this guys. Just writing a chapter until my files on the sports day fic get's fixed. As you read the summary already, it's a kanzaki fic. The first chapter, as expected, is a bit weird but I've already written five other chapters out of fun. So review if you want it to go on.
P.S. Don't worry I will continue my sports day once my document stops showing pound symbols.
Cover design: It is midnight in some lake in England. The dim-light shining upon the pier that was on the side. Kanzaki was there holding her knees on the edge of it. She wears her usual short white T-shirt tied into a knot at the bottom, revealing her navel; a pair of jeans below with one side sawed off, revealing her thigh. Because the T-shirt is tied down, her breasts are much more noticeable. Despite her princess like looks, she is staring at the large moon with a lonesome expression—as if she was alone in this world. But her reflection showed an all too different image. It was an image of a girl wearing a kimono around 5 that is embraced by her short haired father and mother smiling without a care in the world...
-credits to Cookie monster gurl for giving me the idea(the cover)
18 years ago
It was about midnight.
The moon was out and showing.
The mystifying and wonderful atmosphere of this rock orbiting the earth has not ever misdid it's duty since ancient times.
Right now, it's dim light is showing on a household in Japan.
The house was big and had the same design as the Edo period. Thee balcony outstretched on all sides of the house. The wood used was of western import, the cedar. The roof that was supposed to be reddish-brown, is tainted blue by the darkness of the night.
The zen garden on the back was filled with numerous types of plants and vines from various countries around the earth; it did not lose the air of Japanese heritage though.
The zen stones that were placed in an orderly manner formed a beautiful image of some mystical creature. It was as though this garden was meant to show the conversion of Eastern and Western cultures.
If one were to look at it from the sky through an airplane's window, they would see that the structure of the house is in the shape of a phoenix.
This traditional Japanese housing design does not have a designated use for each room aside from the entrance area , kitchen, bathroom, and toilet. Any room can be a living room, dining room, study, or bedroom. This is possible because all the necessary furniture is portable, being stored in oshiire, a small section of the house, or large closets, used for storage.
The corridors were empty and without a soul in sight. The house also keeps it's retro design by not having any lights to brighten this dark corridor.
On either side of it were the Japanese-only paper sliding doors. The design of the door were a number of pink sakura petals and little animals from here to there. The pattern of the doors were repeated until the end of the corridor.
At this time, no one would be awake.
But there was a shadow made by a candle on one side of the paper door. There were four candles seen through that door; so every figure behind that door could be seen vaguely. A man was standing there with his arms crossed, and there was one man and two other women crouching next to a woman who's lying on the floor. One man was also at the end of the woman's legs.
But the woman on the floor was in a strange position.
Both her legs are arched up and spread apart. Her head also was looking at the space between her legs.
But the important part was not her position,
it's her bloated stomach.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!"
A woman's scream could be heard through that door. Her voice was highpitched and full of pain. She sounded like a person being stabbed.
"Koji...I ca...can't...aaahhhhh!"
She screamed once more; this time calling a person's name. The man who's kneeling next to her responded. He held the hand that was struggling to find something to grab a hold on and tried to assure her that he was right her.
The woman had shoulder length black hair and amber brown eyes. She was wearing a Kimono with a loose obi and the middle portion of her body down to her bare navel could be seen. Her face was beautiful and quite proportional, but it was covered with pain and sweat.
"Hold on Mayuri! It'll be over soon!"
The man's comforting voice helped the woman settle down a bit. But tears and the painful groans still couldn't be contained in her throat and eyes. This made the man very unsettling.
He was a man with short black hair. His face was stern and well-formed; similar to an eastern general. His eyes were an alluring color of purple.
He bolted his eyes towards the men who were on the other end.
"Oi Tatemiya! You sure that this'll be okay!"
That was directed at the man who was standing cross-armed furthest away.
He was a large black-haired man with thick, bushy eyebrows.
He had braided hair. He wore a customized version of the standard Yukata, which leaves the left side of his chest and abdomen bare. He has a tattoo of 5 tomoe encircling each other on his left shoulder.
The most striking was his sunglasses with different colored lenses. One was orange and the other was green.
When asked that, the one named Tatemiya curled his brows and scratched his chin.
Eventually, he gave an answer.
"If my experience is right, my wife cried more than you when she gave birth to little Saiji."
Those words were hoping to calm down his friend, but he didn't seem convinced at his friends words. That's why he's sweating even more. The woman who's being held by the hand felt the sweat dripping from his wrist and looked at his face.
The face of a worried father.
"Calm down Kojiro"
That was from the old man who was on his knees at the end of his wife's feet.
This man has a face that would make all people agree that it looks like a frog. He has white hair all over his head that is ready to fall off any second and wrinkles on his forehead. The sleeves of his green shirt were tucked to his elbows, and his labcoat was thrown somewhere at the beginning of the therapy.
"What your partner needs now is confidence. If you have any doubt whatsoever that this will not end well, that's the part you'll regret the most. So believe with all your heart that all this will have a happy-ending with everyone smiling and laughing."
The old man moved his eyes to look into the to-be father. Those hazy eyes were filled with confidence and strength that was hard to find in the old men of this age.
"...You sure doctor?"
His voice dropped low as he asked the old man. He wasn't trying to hide his fear at all—as there was no reason to do so.
"How do you think I am?"
The old doctor gave a childish smile unfitting to his age.
But it it was those eyes that made the to-be father sure that all this would end well.
It was the right choice to invite this doctor to come at the 7th month of pregnancy.
This doctor often mentioned as "The Frog-faced Doctor" by many people, is an exceptionally-gifted and benevolent physician known by those who were cared by him or informed personnel. It may seem better to hire a doctor whose profession deals with genealogy to do this task, but this doctor has any fields of expertise.
It was said that he can even bring a man who was dead to breath again.
That is why he has nothing to worry about.
"Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!"
When he thought that she would stop crying in pain, a loud yell was made by her; nearly shattering his eardrums. His eyes were looking at her eyes. They were both filled with pain.
And the doctor suddenly said something in an unpredictable tone.
"This is bad...Abnormal presentation..."
"What doctor!" the husband sensed the tenseness and dryness in the voice of the doctor. As if it something has gone completely wrong.
"It's an Abnormal presentation. The baby might not come out easily."
"In Japanese doctor!" he shouted back at the frog-faced doctor.
The doctor wiped his forehead before explaining.
"The term refers to when a fetus in transverse lie cannot deliver vaginally and requires a cesarean section to avoid uterine rupture during labor. She may also have a placenta previa which is the cause of the transverse lie."
The husband's face paled instantly. If this is true, it means the baby's path to the delivery may have some obstacles and is blocked like a tumor being the cause of cancer.
"We will need an urgent cesarean because of the prolapsed cord. If the fetus and arm are relatively small in comparison to the maternal pelvis, vaginal delivery may still be possible, but with some risk of injury to the arm. We've got to hurry otherwise we're losing both the baby and the mother."
The doctor uttered the most dangerous scenario.
But being filled with fear right now would not help at all. So he took a few breaths and passed the warmth to his wife through his large palms.
The cross-armed Tatemiya also started to have worry on his face. It seems as though he's doubting the outcome of this delivery.
But the doctor's face did not change one bit. When he said those words his face twisted with many emotions, but it eventually settled and he returned to his calm and patient surgical mode.
He started opening a parcel about the size of a person's arm that was setting beside him. A number of silver surgical tools were inside. No matter if it's knives, pincers, or bone saws, they are all in that small of parcel.
He quickly, but accurately, cleaned the tools in the warm water from the basin that was prepared beforehand.
Once that step was done, he placed two sharp objects attached to a long pencil-like metal next to the mother's cervix. Those were used to take care of the skin and meat that was blocking the infant's passageway.
Blood dyed the woven tatami floor to turn red. The amount of blood flowing seemed dangerous from the perspective of the two younger men. But they seem to not interfere as the frog-faced doctor seemed to know what he was doing.
He equipped himself with a new tool this time. It looked more curved than the one before. The property of this surgical tool maybe for plunging rather than removing; similar to the one's dentist's use to remove the cavity in a patient's tooth.
He plunged it into her vagina once again, this time he seemed more careful than the time before. It looked more deep also. He kept moving his hands in a motion that was hard to understand, because was not their duty to do so.
The doctor threw it away once more and grabbed another tool from his emergency kit. His hands were too fast this time for their eyes to see. They only know that he went to take an incision above the fallopian tube. Not as much blood this time as it was before, but this act seemed to take more priority than the before actions.
Now he removed both tools in his hands.
The only thing left were the gloves he was wearing. The white color was now covered with the blood from the surgery...but it was far from over.
Sweat of anxiety came down the men and women's cheeks. But none of them could stop once they have gotten this far. Two lives hangs in the balance now.
The doctor was careful.
"I'm starting to see the waist of the baby! Now ineed you to push as hard as you can so as to aid me in taking him out!"
The mother was in pain.
"Nooooooooooo!"
The friends of the mother were supportive.
"Hold on Mayuri! Use the breathing techniques we taught you!"
"A few pushes more!"
Tatemiya was trying to be helpful.
"I'll go get some more towels! We'll need them!"
The husband was about to become a father.
"I'm here Mayuri...I'm here...right now...so don't be afraid...we're are all right here with you..."
All of them wee praying. Praying to the God they believe. Their hands are not cupped, they did not make a cross by waving their fingers across their chests, nor did they say some sermon out loud, but all of them, in their hearts, gave the most faith they can give at this moment...
Just so to see this baby come out ok.
"We're almost done! One big push!"
"One more Mayuri-chan!"
"Anego one more!"
"Oi Kanzaki you ok!"
"Kojiroooooo!"
"I'm here Mayuri! I'm here Ma..."
A baby cries.
"...yuri..."
He stopped whatever he was about to say. He heard something amazing. Something he thinks he would not hear ever again in this life of his. The sound that was rough, but gave him the feeling of an angel descending.
"Congratulations Kojiro-kun", the doctor said while wrapping something in a soft towel, "It's a baby girl"
The old doctor carefully passed the object to Kanzaki as slow as he can. Kanzaki received it with the same speed. But he was more gentle in handling it. As if it were to shatter if he were to add too much force.
His hands were clearly shaking.
Not with fear, but with joy.
He used his middle and index fingers to move the part of the towel covering the thing that's enveloped within.
When he saw it,
he broke into tears.
Because in there, was a crying infant that just entered this world with a loud noise. Her eyes were the same color as her father's. The cheeks were puffed at a bright red like all newborn. But he sensed something different coming from this baby. Something grand.
He looked down at his wife.
And he passed the baby into her hands.
"It's our baby girl Mayuri..." he said so trying to rub off the tears with the back of his hands.
The mother gazed upon the creature in her hand. She was so fragile and cute. Mayuri could not help but smile and cry in joy. Her face was full of exhaustion, but the smile on her face seemed to fill the dim room with the light of serenity. Mixed with her tears, she could be compared to a setting sun on an autumn day.
"What do you think on naming her?"
The friends who were giving support from the beginning asked in unison. This is one of the most important decisions to be made in this infant's life. Because first names are important to everyone.
Tatemiya, who's still standing the furthest, had a look on his face which was asking the same question.
When a lot of people started asking, Kojiro stared straight at his wife.
"We agreed on this haven't we?"
Mayuri looked in to her husband's eyes and nodded. She then removed her eyes from him and looked at the baby in her arms.
"Her name is..."
Mayuri lifted her up above her head. As if to place the newborn daughter of the Kanzaki's in the center of the moon that was hidden behind the roof of the house.
"Kanzaki...Kaori"
