A/N
For loritakitochan, who very politely gave me the excuse to write this story.
Note that: story, not oneshot. There will be more.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I am not Natsuki Takaya.
Warnings: KurenoxAkito, (?) child abuse (?)
Finding Her
When you first see your love, she is barely a child.
You wept for her when she was still inside her mother's loving care, as she gently grew inside of the magnificent temple. You could not touch her, only lovingly caress that spherical tomb, but you pledged your heart to her nevertheless.
You remember when you touched her first. Her eyes already blaze at you, and you find the tears fall again, and you cannot stop them.
Her protective mother's eyes bore into you as she is handed from Juunishi to Juunishi, and the small bundle stirs as she is parted from her precious Dog. He looks surprised and pushes her into your arms, and although she looks up at you with eyes full of tears she quietens in your grip.
A strange, perverse foreshadowing, it seems.
You wonder how something so breakable can produce that much noise. It wails deep into the night, and your heart breaks every time her shrill cry pierces the quiet. At her cry a deep sense of longing is woken deep inside of you, and all you want to do is hold her till that dreadful shriek is stopped.
You cannot stop loving her.
One night you wander aimlessly down the corridor, eyes not seeing, ears only hearing her cry as she calls for you, solely for you – you can tell it is for you. All around her stand frantic maids and her screaming parents but you can only see her, just her.
"What is he doing in here! Get him out!" You brush off their futile grips with a strength you did not know you had, because you just have to see her and touch her and make that awful noise stop…
She lies in the centre of her crib, mouth stretched in a far-from-silent 'o' as she screams for her Juunishi to come to her. You lower your arms into that pink abyss and pluck her from its centre, revelling in the soft whisper of your skin against hers.
You are so young, yet you feel so old.
Again you suppress the urge to cry as you feel the burden lain across your shoulders, and her black eyes stare mercilessly at you. Gently you bring her small frame to yours, and you whisper sweet nothings into her ear as you rock her in your arms.
Already you have fallen for her.
Her cries peter off to nothing as your voice washes over her, and her small face is pressed into the crook of your neck as she loves you.
She loves you, and there is no return.
A/N
Wow… a pathetic starter chapter. Basically this documents Akito and Kureno's life, and there isn't much you can do when she's still a baby.