While I'm sure that I will be jossed soon enough, I wanted to play around with my favorite dysfunctional family during a period I haven't seen covered. (I'm not saying no one has written about it; I just haven't seen those stories. And yes, that was a beg for fic recs.)
All chapter titles are stolen from the William Butler Yeats poem, "The Second Coming."
The Second Coming
I. vexed to nightmare
Haruka found Juri in the nursery, sitting next to the tiny bed. She had taken to spending her days in the rocking chair where she used to sing their son to sleep.
"I think it would be easier," she whispered without turning to him, "if he didn't still look like Kaname."
Haruka just stood in the doorway, not knowing whether his presence would be welcomed.
Juri let out a soft sob.
"Why did he do this? How could he—"
Haruka moved quickly, rushing to kneel in front of her and wrap her in his arms. She hid her face in the crook of his neck.
Her voice was muffled as she keened, "We don't even know what he did."
Haruka remained silent, but his grip on his wife tightened. Eventually Juri's cries lessened and she raised her face to look him in the eye.
"You're always so strong for me," she hiccupped, "Let me be strong for you. You don't have to hide from me."
At her words, Haruka collapsed. His tears were quiet but violent as he buried his face in her hair.
Neither noticed the one who was not their son watching them.
