I know what you're thinking. "OMG, ANOTHER STORY? SHE JUST POSTED ONE YESTERDAY! COULD IT BE THAT SHE HAS RISEN FROM THE HARSH DEATH OF WRITER'S BLOCK?" Well yes. I have to say that that is exactly what has happened. lol Enjoy, and please review for more fics!
Disclaimer: I don't own any anime.
The Question
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Five year old Aki leaned his back against the cool, white porcelain of the bathtub, relaxing into the gentle touches of his father's big hands as they threaded through his hair, scrubbing away all of the dirty things that had accumilated on him throughout his adventerous day, with his favorite strawberry scented shampoo. Once the man's fingers ceased contact with his brunette hair, the little boy giggled and held his nose, diving under the clear water. Being pretty small, bathing in the oversized tub was like swimming in a large kitty pool for Aki. He liked baths.
Coming back up, Aki shook his head back and forth, amused as Akihiko attempted to shield himself from the flying water. With a grin on his face, the writer picked up a nearby washcloth he'd set out earlier in case this happened. (Which it always did.) While his father dried his face and hands, Aki got very silent. Noticing this, Akihiko peeked from behind the white cloth.
The little boy sat quietly in the warm water, drawing blobs in the remnants of the pink-tinted shampoo bubbles that floated on the surface of the water he sat in.
"Hey Aki..." The man sat cross-legged before the bathtub and leaned forward. "What's wrong?"
Aki reached out a finger and poked his dad's cheek, noting the prickly stubble that covered the skin. All Aki knew was that something called a "deadline" was making his daddy work more than often- which meant less time with Aki. He didn't like that. Apparently, it also caused that prickly feeling stuff appear on his father's face and those dark circles under his eyes. Aki didn't like that either.
"Um... can I ask you a question?"
Akihiko nodded. "Of course you can."
Aki hesitated. "Well... all the other kids at school have mommies... and their mommies look different from mine... why?"
Akihiko was caught off guard. He expected that question to come up one day... just not this soon. "Well, Aki," The writer started. "Misaki is just a little different from most other mommies."
"Why?"
Akihiko sighed. "The most important thing to remember," Akihiko put a hand on his son's head, "Is that Misaki is your mother, he always will be. And he's a damn wonderful one at that, okay? I'll tell you more when you're older."
Aki nodded his head happily. "Uh-huh."
Leaning on the wall beside an open bathroom door, Misaki smiled to himself as he listened to Suzu giggle in the other room.
Review please? My inspiration for these little fics has suddenly popped up again! Yay!
