Will You Be Our Mother?
Introduction
She made her way through the busy crowd on the large side walk in the big city of Tokyo. She pulled herself through the crowd, making it to the front of the cross-walk. In her hands were groceries filled with food ingredients for her and her bed-ridden mother. She was only fourteen, still dressed in her school uniform consisting of a white oxford shirt tucked into a knee-length navy blue skirt with hidden pockets on the sides. On her feet she wore knee-length navy blue socks and black school shoes. A frown was placed upon her porcelain face, her usual stoic expression.
Mikan Sakura was this girl's name. She had dark brown hair cut a couple inches above her shoulders and side bangs clipped out of her face by a yellow hair clip. Her deep chocolate brown eyes held no expression. Her skin was a little on the pale side, but healthy. She worked herself too hard from school and her part-time job to pay for her mother's medical bills, and although she was getting a lot of help from neighbors, it had taken a toll on her social life. Her father left her and her mother when Mikan was still in elementary. He left a lot of money for the apartment rent. It would have lasted a long time, but Mikan's mom got sick and had to be hospitalized. She was always in and out of the hospital and was taking all different types of drugs. Mikan did jobs for the people in her apartment building until she got a job at a super market to pay the bills. She held a grudge against her father for leaving them. She couldn't make a lot of friend from her boring expressions and couldn't do after school activities because she had to work. Her eighth grade year was almost finished, only two week left until summer, and she can start working full time for a little while until ninth grade starts up.
The light turned green, signaling her and the other pedestrians the permission to walk across the road. She walked for a several more minutes before coming to a less busy part of town. It was dangerous at night, and the sun would set soon, so she had to hurry back to her apartment.
As she passed an ally she heard the voices of a man and two young children.
"C'mon kids, let's go to my house!" the old man said. 'A child molester.' Mikan thought to herself.
"No! I want my mommy and daddy!" the young girl said, hiding behind the boy who seemed slightly older than her. She had to be no older than three, the boy five.
"I'll take you home then!" the old man said, getting closer to the kids.
"No! We're looking for mommy!" the girl protested again, gripping onto the boy's shirt.
"Mommy's at home, I'll take you there!" he said, reaching his arm out and grabbing onto the boy's wrist, pulling him towards himself. 'Okay, I should step in now.' Mikan thought. She set her grocery's down and walked towards them. She cleared her throat, catching their attention.
"There she is!" the young girl said, relief in her expression.
"Oh! Are you their older sister? I was just going to-" the man tried to make an excuse but Mikan interrupted.
"Cut the crap, let go of him." She said. She pulled out her cheap cell phone of her skirts pocket and flipping it open. She dialed 911 and turned the phone toward the man, showing him the screen.
"All I have to do is hit 'yes' and the police will come over in seconds. If you don't let go of him and disappear, you'll be having a bad day in court." Mikan said calmly. The man's face paled, he was unmoving, like he was recalling old memories. He had probably already gone to jail once, and had a horrifying experience.
"5." Mikan began to count, bringing the man back to his senses. He dropped the boy's wrist and sped out of the other end of the ally as fast as he could. She was surprised that actually worked. The two children ran towards Mikan, attacking her with bear hugs, almost knocking her down. She had gotten a better look at them, and they were very cute children. The three year old girl had short raven black hair and a haircut style very similar to Mikan, a little above the shoulders and side bangs loosely tucked behind her ear. Her big eyes were a beautiful crimson red that shined when she looked up to Mikan. The older boy, who was probably her older brother, was much different. He had gray hair and matching gray eyes. His hair was messy and reached an inch above his chin. His eyes were big and bright, also shining when he looked up at Mikan.
"Mommy! You saved us!" the little girl said. Mikan sat on her knees down at the kid's level.
"I'm not your mommy, but I can take you to your real mommy and daddy if you know where you live." Mikan said, still wearing her calm poker face expression.
"You are our mommy! Daddy is on a business trip, he said we can come and get you!" The girl said again, and big smile growing wider. Mikan was slightly shocked, but stayed calm.
"What are your names?" she asked, changing the subject.
"I am Aoi! I am 3!" the girl, Aoi, said happily, holding up three small fingers.
"I'm Youichi. I'm 5, and Aoi is my baby sister." The boy said, very calmly like Mikan.
"Will you be our mother?" the two said in unison. Mikan paled, it was too cute but creepy.
"W-well, I'm still in middle school. I'll be in high school this fall. How about in 2 years, when I'm in 11th grade, if we see each other again I'll be your mom." Mikan said, giving them an answer. She assumed she wouldn't see them again but didn't want them complaining. They looked displeased, but then small smiles crossed their faces.
"OK!" they said in unison again. Mikan stood to her own level and lead them over to her groceries on the ground.
"Do you want me to take you home? Do you live far from here?" Mikan asked, groceries in hand.
"No, we can make it back home. We only came to look for you, Mommy!" Aoi said, taking Youichi's hand in her own.
"Are you sure? It's very dangerous around here and it'll be dark soon." Mikan said, worry in her voice.
"Don't worry, mommy. We'll be fine." Youichi said. "We should go now, Narumi is waiting for us." He said.
"Is Narumi your dad?" Mikan asked.
"No, he is our babysitter while daddy is away. But we won't need him when we have mommy!" Aoi said.
"You should call me Mikan." She said, beginning to become annoyed by the new title she was given.
"No." the two said bluntly. Mikan raised an eyebrow, but before she could say anything else the kids began to say their good byes.
"Bye-bye, Mommy!" Aoi said as they turned and began to walk down to the other end of the ally.
"Bye, Mommy." Youichi said too with a little wave over his shoulder.
"Be careful!" Mikan yelled to them, and began to continue her walk to her home.
She stood in her house, kicking off her school shoes and walking towards the kitchen. It was hitting eight o'clock and she had to feed her mother and have her take her pills.
She sat the groceries down on the counter and walked down the creaky wood hallway to her mother's room. She stepped inside and found her mother sitting up reading a book.
"Sorry I'm so late, Mom. There was an issue in an ally with an old guy and these little kids." She said, catching her mother's attention. She sat her book down on the side table next to her bed and smiled at her daughter.
"Children? Who were they?" she asked, happy to see her daughter.
"Their names were Aoi and Youichi. They wanted me to be their mom, it was kind of creepy." Mikan said, walking into the room and standing by her mother's bedside. Her mother's face seemed to get paler.
"Oh... that's silly. Did they get home safely?" she asked, something else obviously on her mind. Mikan noticed that but didn't point it out.
"Yes. I should start cooking dinner now. I'll make something quick so we don't miss your nine o'clock pill." Mikan said, making her way out of the room and back towards the kitchen, closing the door behind her. She began to cook their meal.
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