Life's Begin:::
Her child was born in the middle of the night. The moon that shinned through the window illuminated the room, and the town Mayor let Makino squeeze his hand to smithereens during labor. The child screamed for life, a sweet but harsh squealing melody that made Makino wince a little. The pain from labor didn't stop her from reaching out and cradling her baby boy in her arms.
He had a dab of bright, bright, crayon red hair on his head. She started to cry and she hated that the boy would have to wear hats for years before she'd dye it dark green to match her own.
The crying calmed, but continued as the baby opened his eyes- thank kami they were hers. His eyes were brown, but they seemed better, prettier, then his mothers. The purple tint that was present in Makino's eyes seemed to dominate his; a boy with bright red hair and purple eyes. The baby's eyes wandered around the room and Makino smiled momentarily forgetting the dilemma of red haired children. She cooed and smiled at her baby boy. Snuggling closer to the infant, she ignored doctors calls to rest, or the town Mayor smiling down at her with tears in his eyes.
This little baby might not stay, she knew. He would grow up to a ripe age and then set off to sea. In his eyes, even only minutes after birth, she could see it. He may have her eyes, purple and wide, but the mischief, the adventure spreading through his irises was much too like his fathers to stay in this plain town. Tears streaked down, painting sorrow across the mothers face, but she smiled anyways. He was here now; her little boy was here now.
The doctor asked what the child's name is. Makino looked up, sweaty, tired and confused. A name? She hadn't thought of one. Her mind reeled; well she had thought of some, but she never came to a conclusion- the birth was early by two weeks.
She suddenly remembers a boy with freckles that was executed only weeks before she found out she was pregnant. The boy who became a polite man under her teachings, regardless of his father's name. The man that died nine months ago. Her heart clenches at the memory of little Ace and the man he became, then of his little brother Luffy; but she smiles down at her child. She wouldn't name him after Ace- Well, not really.
"Spade Tsuki"
Her voice was even and purposeful, much like a mother's would be.
She made up the last name on the spot, taking the moon's spotlight outside the window next to her as a blessing.
Makino's son stopped crying at the sound of her voice and began peering up at her with bleary, new eyes. She smiled down at him even more broadly.
"Spade."
A small grin broke out on the fresh, new baby boys face and she truly knows he'll leave. He'll go out and see the world like his father, but right now she has him.
Makino knows just how strong her little Spade is already; she can see it, plus she knew all along- since he began growing in her belly.
It wasn't a false smile that graced Makino's face, not a smile to hide the pain. Remember? Makino rarely lies.
It was a smile of acceptance and appreciation.
Makino had a beautiful little boy in her arms, with crayon red hair and a steady heart beat.
It resounded in the quiet room as the nurses and the town major give her a moment in private, that melodic rhythm.
Such a beautiful sound; what a beautiful song. Her favorite song, she decides.
-ba thump, ba thump, ba thump-
The moon shined down on a woman with wavy, dirty seaweed hair that protectively cradled a baby with red-hair in her arms.
Red hair...
Such a peculiar sight: the mother was smiling so happily, but crying so sadly. Like she was saying goodbye.
A/N::: Just a heads up, this story will start jumping time. Oh, and i also probably won't update for a little while :) But no worries! It won't be any longer then a week, then again i might just not do my homework and work on this instead! :P
Oh and also, i'll be switching tenses around between chapters so... Watch out for that :)