The names of Washu's son and husband, Mikumo and Mikamo, are their actual names; I didn't make them up. I did, however, make up their personalities, since not much was shown on how they acted.
--Chapter 4-
Recognition
Her body warped and twisted in the curves of time, making her feel queasy and exhilarated all at once. For the most part it was darkness, but every now and then a flash of white light passed before her eyes, flickering like stars in and out of view.
It only lasted a few seconds. Soon she was completely absorbed in light, forcing her eyes shut to keep them burning from in the intense rays. Before she knew it the light faded.
Slowly she opened her eyes and peered about. The world was vastly different, and yet similar. Lush green grass rolled across the hills, ending in a line of trees that formed into mountains, jutting toward the heavens.
Looking to her right, she noticed that she had landed exactly where she wanted to. A large building towered before her, looking more like a castle than a home, obviously owned by someone of wealth.
It was her husband's home; the Kuramitsu residence.
She pulled out the small remote and turned about to the door still open behind her, pressing a few buttons to make it disappear. She mused over how much easier it was to sneak into the establishment with her new technology. It had taken her and her best friend Naja several years to work past the security system of the heavily guarded Seniwa planet, but now it only took a couple of weeks.
She placed the remote back in her pocket, fully planning on sneaking her way about the grounds to find her son and spy on him from a distance. She definitely didn't want to go through an emotional reunion. She just wanted to see him.
Washu had barely gotten the remote in her pocket before her 'perfect' plan was spoiled. Shooting out of the door came a young boy, blonde hair shaped just like his father's, green eyes piercing her even from the distance between them. She knew she stuck out like a sore thumb; her outfit and hair always made her a little recognizable.
She cursed herself for not planning for him being in the house! She figured he would be out playing as any child should be, but she had come back when he was at a more sophisticated age; he had just turned fifteen if she had come at the right time. By this time he would be learning the tricks of the Seniwa trade instead of tossing a ball around with his younger sister.
His strong eyes surveyed her; Washu's breath caught in her throat. She watched him as he watched her, silently, a calm and gentle look reflecting in her eyes. He was half on guard, fists tight with legs spread in an attacking stance.
Washu couldn't move for the longest time. Her heart felt full for the first time in ages. Simply seeing him filled her with such joy that she was close to tears. Slowly, a gentle, motherly smile spread across her lips. She spread her hand slightly, showing him that she held no weapons.
By this time Mikumo had grown more curious than guarded. His gaze was guarded, then studying, and finally questioning. His fingers relaxed, legs moving together in a normal standing posture as he slowly approached.
Washu made herself all the more vulnerable to him by falling to her knees. Not only did she do it to make him more trusting, but she did it because she felt that she could barely hold herself up anymore. It took all effort within her to keep tears from streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't remove the smile as he moved closer, finally stopping only a few paces away, reaching about the height of her now that she was on her knees before him.
He was dressed finely as ever. A white formal suit with large shoulder pads that were a faded shade of pink made his top, gold buttons holding it in place over his chest. Matching pants and a pair of black, polished shoes made up his bottom. Green eyes were vibrant with curiosity, blonde locks falling between them every so often.
He finally spoke, his voice still showing his youth despite his grown appearance, "Strangers aren't allowed on these lands."
Washu smiled, hands folding before as she watched him. She took in every little detail, every small movement. Hopefully she would never forget, for this was the last time she would ever gaze upon him. Her voice was no more than a whisper, "I'm no stranger."
"Then who are you?" he demanded in a voice that was a little too loud. He was trying to be forceful, to be the strong man of the house, but he still had a way to go. Still, his mother beamed with pride at his assertiveness.
"Don't you recognize me?" she answered, voice growing a little stronger now. It took a few gulps to keep her tears back.
He studied her again, curiosity once again growing. And then, slowly, recognition. He gasped, mouth agape while pointing an accusing finger, "You! You're the Lady of the Snow! You tried to steal me away when I was little!"
So that's how he dealt with my last appearance, Washu thought. She didn't dispute him, but only looked at him. Look at me she thought, willing him, hoping her would understand, Look at my eyes. They're the same as yours. We are the same!
It was almost as if he heard every thought. His eyes had grown wide with astonishment as he stared at her. A calmness suddenly overwhelmed him, as if emitting from her. Without even knowing why, he blurted out one single word, "Mother?"
Washu had disappeared into her own little world, just her and her son, and her dream had come true. He had recognized her for what she was without having to tell him. He remembered her! Her remembered his real mother! Her world was complete.
"Washu?!" a cry appeared from nowhere. She was forced to snap back to reality, looking about frantically as if taking in the world for the first time. Her son had whirled, looking toward his home. She did the same, only to gasp in surprise.
There, only a few paces away, stood a tall, handsome man. His blonde hair was bright as ever, the dark, tanned skin of his form accenting it perfectly. He wore a matching white outfit as her son Mikumo's. His blue eyes were familiar and strong, threatening to swallow her whole as they had so many years ago.
Her ex-husband, Mikamo, had the ability to capture any woman. And by the way he stomped toward her, it seemed he planned on capturing her again.