The little bundle in my arms squirmed about in a frenzy. Babies are harder to take care of than I thought. I sighed, trying to figure out what it wanted. "Kama-chan, what do you want? It's as if I can't please you today…" I mumbled to the little thing as I stood, walking to the bedroom, setting it on the floor. The little thing crawled over to my leg, wanting t be held. I groaned. "What do you want?" I asked, even though I knew that it couldn't understand me. The little thing cried and cried, scratching at my leg. I sighed, taking the thing in my arms, holding it close; I inhaled its scent as it leaned into my shirt. Kamui stopped crying, and he fell asleep in my arms. I sighed with relief and I sat the thing onto the bed; he curled in on himself, his eyes shutting slowly, his head resting down upon the pillow. I sighed and walked out of the door, shutting it lightly. I sighed with relief and walked over to my desk, sitting down to write in my studies. I clicked the pen; mistake. I heard a deafening, ear shattering scream- it was Kamui. I had woken him up by clicking a stinking pen. Gah, he's like the original Kamui! Can hear me miles away! I groaned. This was going to be harder than I thought.
Chapter 2: Sliver wear
It was morning, and I had just woken up. The day was early, and I could hear shuffling in the back room; Kamui was waking up. I smiled and I continued to wash the dishes. The detergent made my hands pruney, which was an odd feeling. I listened and hear feet smacking against the wood floor. I turned to see Kamui standing there, his tiny little hands rubbing his eyes.
"Good morning, Kama-chan." I greeted him softly; he was so fragile looking when he was tired. His 7th birthday was 2 weeks ago, and he was still so small. Gosh, if the real Kamui was this small, I'll have to make fun of him for it later. The boy yawned, his pearly teeth shining in the morning light. I heard the distinct sound of sizzling behind me; such a nice sound. The omelet was ready. I smiled and walked over to it, taking the flipper and putting it on a plate. I turned to Kamui, whose lilac eyes were enlightened by the smell. I chuckled loudly and cut a piece of it off, handing the fork to the boy. His face brightened in wonder, taking the fork and popping the egg piece into his mouth. I smiled by the face he made and watched as he licked the fork over and over; the tip of his tongue tracing its outline, as if he was taking in the image it self. I sighed as he handed the fork back, his sweaty little palms touching my callused hands. I put the fork in the sink and finished off the omelet. When I was done, I washed the plate and put it in the drying rack; the water gliding off it smoothly. Such a nice sight. I smiled and sat on the couch, taking out a book that I had been reading for quite some time now; Stephen king's 'thinner'. Such a nice read. But I didn't follow the words at first. I heard the sound of steps coming toward me; little, dainty, developing feet, coming closer and closer. I smiled. Three, two- I felt Kamui crawl into my lap, his little head resting against my chest. I rubbed his back through his thick t-shirt, the cloth grinding softly against his pale skin. He was so soft, his skin war and ever lasting. He put a hand on my face, his cold little hands fitting against my cheek perfectly. I looked down at him, and he stared up at me in wonder and sadness. "What?" I asked, serious this time. He looked down, his face red. In that moment, he looked exactly like… the real Kamui. The one from acid Tokyo. In that small connection, I flipped him over onto the couch, hovering over him, straddling over him, you could say. He made small noise of surprise as I leaned my face into his neck.
"Fuuma… san…" he whimpered. When I had realized what I had just done, I lifted myself slightly, the boy's eyes meeting my own. The boy blushed, his eyes in a daze. I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn't. I wouldn't. But I wanted to, so badly. I leaned in close, but I didn't. The boy didn't dare move; he was quivering too hard. It just wasn't the same. I pulled away from him, Kamui scampering to his feet. He looked like he was in shock; I would be too, if my father figure was about to do that to me. I smiled.
"I'm sorry, Kamui. I didn't mean to do that. Come here," I said, holding out my arms. The boy charged into me, his frame settling onto my lap. I kissed him on the forehead lightly, his big lavender eyes smiling up at me, along with his lips. I smiled back. He was such a good child; I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I had done it… I sighed and brushed the thoughts away, holding Kamui close. Even if this wasn't Kamui, I wouldn't complain. He had his face, his smell, his looks, his charms, his nerves (BIG time), his moves, and… his eyes. But it wasn't him. It just wasn't the Kamui I knew. I wanted the real Kamui. Kamui Shiro, the one that I… I'm in love with…
-A/N
Hoped you liked it! Cute, right? If you want me to add another chapter, say so in your review. I need an idea. Thanks guys, and leave a review! Thanks Fascen for your supportive reviews and such, and you are the reason I wrote this extra chapter! *hugs* thanks so much for encouraging me! I wish I knew Spanish; I would SO read your stories. Thanks!