To be a Nineteen Year Old Parent
"Mama." When Yata Misaki heard those words from the mysterious child's lips, she could not even begin to comprehend what sort of future lied ahead of her. What shocks the crow even more so is to whom the child calls out "Papa" to. Saru x Fem-Misaki; AU; OC; Romance – A lot more fluff than I normally write, but it still has dark themes at times.
Rated T: for language, violence, suggestive themes
Disclaimer: GoRa/GoHands own all the K Project babies
Note: I have done a quick grammar/spelling check, but I'll need to do it again to finalize it.
A Lily of the Valley
"God fucking dammit! Why couldn't I beat that stupid final level? I must have blown at least 3000 yen trying!" the vanguard of HOMRA said as she charged out of the game center. "Ahhhh, I don't think I'm going to have enough for dinner tonight. Kanamoto, lend me some cash."
With an exasperated sigh, the blond man beside the crow replied, "Yata-san, why do you keep blowing all your money on stuff like this? You always have trouble paying your rent or even buying food 'cause you spent it thoughtlessly."
"Haaaa? Are you trying to lecture me? I should kick your ass!" snapped Misaki.
"Yata-san...You're never going to grow up to be a responsible adult if you continue to remain childish like this…How are you even going to raise kids in the future?" Kanamoto shook his head in disapproval.
Feeling the surge of annoyance shoot through her mind, the chestnut-haired girl gave a swooping kick to the portly man's back and put him in a headlock from behind. "Kanamoto! I dare you to say that again! Why the fuck are you talking about kids in the first place? Who the fuck cares about that shit! I hate brats anyway!"
Tapping on the girl's arm to show that he surrendered, the tanned man tried desperately to wiggle out of the choke hold. Despite the girl only being 167 cm and a complete lightweight, Misaki was unusually strong and could beat the snot out of even the toughest of mafia thugs in Shizume City. The random citizens who were witnessing this event began to back away in terror of the angry, small vanguard. Before the two knew it, there was a large, empty area surrounding Rikio and Misaki—as no one wanted to be caught up in the wrath of the crow.
Yata was so focused on all her rage, she didn't notice a small child approach her, until she felt a tiny hand grasp onto her sweater sleeve. Glancing over to her side, the amber-eyed girl noted a young girl—no more than six years of age, standing beside her, still firmly gripping onto her clothes. The child had her face looking straight to the ground, avoiding eye contact with the older girl beside her. Instantly calming down, the confused vanguard turned toward the dark-haired girl and asked, "Uhhhh…can I help you?"
"Mama."
The chestnut-haired girl's eyes opened wide. She must have misheard something. "Huh? What did you just say, kid?"
Finally looking up into the crow's eyes, the child pointed at Misaki and said quietly, "Mama."
Gasping out in surprise, the child proceeded to hug her small body against the vanguard's leg tightly. The child's face was like a carbon copy of Yata's. She had the same amber-colored eyes, face shape, and pale skin. Unable to speak coherently at this point, Yata immediately released Kanamoto and began to sputter out words. "W-w-w-what!? I don't…you…who are…you got…wrong…can't be…KID YOU GOT THE WRONG PERSON! LET GO!"
Attempting to pry the small arms from her leg, the child refused to budge, holding onto the older girl as if her life depended on it. Although the chestnut-haired girl was a violent, boorish kind of person, she would never do anything such as harming a child. Bullying of any kind was against her policy, and attacking those who were weaker than her with no justification wasn't allowed. Turning to the blond man beside her, Misaki began to plead. "Oi Kanamoto…what the fuck am I supposed to do here? This kid is obviously off her rocker and got me mixed up with someone else!"
Rikio himself was in a state of shock. "Yata-san…whatever the case is…with the exception of her hair, she looks exactly like you. Did you secretly have a kid without saying anything to us?"
Feeling the heat of anger rise within her cheeks, Misaki promptly began to shout back, "What the fuck is wrong with you!? Of course I didn't fucking have a child! I haven't even had s-s-s-s…"
The red-hot anger had transformed into embarrassment when she tried to speak the three-letter word. Unable to do so, the vanguard mumbled out the rest of her sentence before continuing on. "Oi, kid! I'm not your mom. You got me mixed up with someone else! There's no possible way that you could be mine, okay?"
Not saying a single word, the child began to tear up, as she then buried her face into the crow's shorts, still refusing to lessen her clutch. Through the muffled sounds of a quiet voice speaking through cloth, the child managed to choke out "Mama" again in the midst of her sobs.
With a sigh, Rikio began to scratch the back of his head and said, "Well…first things first. We might as well head back to HOMRA and see if Kusanagi-san can help us try to locate this kid's parents."
Hobbling with the child firmly attached to her leg, the crow headed back to the Red clan's home base.
"Ehhhhh, Yata! You lied to us about being a virgin and had a kid already!? Who's the father?" Yoh Chitose asked. "…Oh wait. Oh god. I didn't get drunk and sleep with you and impregnate you did I? OH GOD, I'M NOT THE FATHER, AM I?"
Elbowing the brunette clansman right at the solar plexus, Misaki angrily shouted, "SHUT UP, YOU STUPID IDIOT! THIS BRAT IS OBVIOUSLY NOT MINE! I CAME BACK HERE TO SEE IF KUSANAGI-SAN COULD HELP ME FIND HER MOTHER, SO I CAN FINALLY GET RID OF HER!"
"Why didn't you just bring the kid to the police station?" Akagi Shouhei asked the little vanguard.
Misaki flinched at the words. A couple days prior, the crow had gotten into a huge fight with some delinquents, who were harassing a couple of high school girl nearby one of her part-time jobs. One of the punks decided to insult her height and then made a wisecrack about her flat-chestedness. Ultimately, the chestnut-haired girl grabbed the man by the collar and hurled him into the air…unfortunately crash landing right onto a nearby police officer. Wanting to lay low for the week, Yata realized that she probably shouldn't be going anywhere near the area.
"Shut up! As if I could leave this brat in the hands of those government dogs."
Picking up the child from the ground, Misaki rested the girl's weight on her hips as she held her. Fujishima Kousuke—lover of stray animals, approached the amber-eyed child with a gentle smile. "Wow, she really looks just like you, Yata. What's her name?"
"I have no clue. She hasn't said more than one word since she attached herself onto me."
Kousuke placed his hand on the child's head and patted it. The girl immediately began to blush and and she buried her face against the crow's neck. Her tiny fingers grasped onto Misaki's shoulders, feeling shy and timid around the group of men surrounding her.
"Unlike you Chihuahua, she looks like she's well-mannered and reserved," Eric Sutr said in jest.
"Shut up! Anyway, where is Kusanagi-san?"
"He went out with Anna and Mikoto to do some errands. They should be back any minute," replied Dewa Masaomi.
No sooner than Dewa said those words, than the front door of HOMRA swung open.
"Hey guys, we're back with s—" The blond bartender stopped speaking as soon as he saw the tiny, dark-haired girl in the crow's arms.
"…Who is the kid?" asked Izumo, unable to see the face of the child, who was still nuzzled against Misaki's skin.
"That's what I fucking want to know, Kusanagi-san. This kid came out of nowhere earlier and grabbed onto me. She kept calling me "Mama" and wouldn't let go. I have no fucking clue why she keeps doing it, but her real mom never came around to look for the brat. I was wondering if you could somehow help me find who or where her parents are."
Suddenly, Kushina Anna left the Red King's side and approached Misaki. Normally silent and emotionless, the strain felt an unusual aura being emitted from the child in the vanguard's arms. Focusing her vision through one of her red marbles, Anna searched deep within the child's spectrum, looking for answers.
Opening her eyes wide, the silver-haired girl turned towards Yata and whispered, "She is your child, Misaki."
Feeling her chest become extremely tight, the amber-eyed girl staggered a bit, looking at the child nestled in her arms. "…How…How the fuck can this be possible!? I'm still a vir…VIR…virgin. Unless the mother-fucking stork actually exists in this world, there's no way this could have happened," Yata sputtered.
"…Strain…This child is a strain." As a fellow strain, she felt some sort of strange connection with the girl, yet it was difficult to pinpoint what exactly the Dresden Slate gave her for abilities.
"Haaa!? So could it just be that she's manipulating all of our minds with some freaky strain power, making us think that she's my kid!?"
The ruby-eyed girl shook her head. "Even if a strain can deceive others, I would be able to see beyond the lies or false imagery through my marble."
"Uhhh…this might sound a bit far-fetched…but could this brat possibly have come from a different time period? Maybe your kid in the future is a strain that can leap through time." Rikio tried hard to think of a reason, in order to calm the crow's nerves a bit.
Looking down at the amber-eyed child in her arms, Misaki said, "Oi, kid. Tell me the truth. Did you cross time or something to come find me? Or are you trying to manipulate us? Give me a reason already. Stop hiding like a little brat and say something."
Unfortunately, the vanguard of HOMRA didn't exactly have the top-level of training when it came to handling children. Strange enough, despite the crow's harsh way of speaking—which would normally frighten a child, the dark-haired girl didn't seem to be perturbed at all. Grabbing onto the vanguard's face with her tiny hands, the child looked straight into Yata's eyes and said, "Save. Suzuran will save."