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Chapter 7: One step

I walked over to the two bluenettes as Akaito went over to sign out on the clipboard. The teen leaned against the wall giggling every here and there as he quickly roamed his fingers across the screen of his phone. I didn't bother to greet him since he looked like he was having a good time, so I immediately tapped on the woman's shoulder and grabbed her attention. "Excuse me, Ms. Shion. May you stepped to the side so we can talk for a bit?" I asked.

Her blue eyes glanced at me in a confused manner till she nodded her head in approval.

We walked down the hallway and stopped midway so we weren't too far. "Um, what's this about? Is everything alright?" She tucked a lock of her long blue-hair behind her ear as she questioned me. I only pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose and sighed a little. "I-I'm quite aware of your drinking problem at home and it concerns me because of the harm you put on Akaito. Not just him, but your son as well."

Her eyes went wide, then softened for a second as she averted her eyes towards the ground.

I took a step closer so I could lay my hand on her shoulder. "Kimiku, it's not your fault but you're the only one who's in control of your actions. They may be seventeen, but child-protection services are enabled to take them away to go live with another relative till they're eighteen. I doubt you'd want that." "I don't!" She quickly retorted. "I-I can't have my son leave me; Akaito, however, ... You can take him away if you please." Her eyebrows furrowed.

`So it's not just Akaito who doesn't view her as a mother.´

"I understand that he isn't your biological son, but you two can't continue this hatred for one another. It's bad for you, him, and the household itself. You can't resent him so easily and keep the other; that would only make things worse-" I explained till she jerked her body so she was glaring at me. "I've done everything ever since his father left to make him happy! That's all I've been doing throughout these agonizing year's! But he doesn't want the love I try to give. No matter what I do or say, he'll never accept it and now I'm tired of trying. ... So go ahead and let them take him away from me. It'll make both my and Kaito's life less stressful." I backed away till my back hit against something.

I quickly turned to see a very displeased red-head. `No ... ´ I thought to myself. `She saw him behind me, and yet she continued. ... What is with her?´

"Mikuo-San, is it alright if I stay at your place for tonight? I don't want to make their lives more stressful than what it already is." He simply said. I stared at him in shock before I turned to see Kimiku crossing her arms and facing the other way.

`She can't do that. How could she treat him with so much disrespect?´ I felt my eye twitch in irritation as I continued to stare at her. `She's honestly going to sit here and act like he's invisible?!´ My fists clenched as I fully turned my body around to face her. "How could you stand there and act like a child, Kimiku? Did you really try as hard as you said?! If so, then you wouldn't abandon or resent him so easily!" I pointed out, causing her to snap her head towards me. "You make me question who's the one who really need help. ... Let's go Akaito."

Turning away I grabbed the taller males hand and began heading out towards the exit, but paused for a second. "Oh, and Kimiku. Either you stop drinking, take therapy, and quit acting like a brat, or I take both your child and Akaito away and send you to rehab. Your move." I lastly said without looking back.

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Thirty minutes went by and we finally arrived at my apartment. I stopped by at his house so he could pack some of his clothes for the night, so now I can just relax.

I closed the door behind us and tossed my keys elsewhere as we slipped our shoes off. "I know it's not much, but please make yourself at home. I'm trying my best to get a bigger apartment or my own home; it's just that now in days the price for homes have skyrocketed."

"She really made you upset." He said in response.

I paused from walking towards the living room and slowly nodded my head before continuing.

Finally reaching my destination I plopped myself on the cushioned beige couch and brought my knees up to my chest. "I didn't mean to raise my voice like that to her. It's just that I got angry with her behavior towards you. I mean what grown woman abandons a child like that; even it it's not hers?" I vented out as I saw him walk over to sit near the of the couch. He sprawled his arms out on the edge of the couch as he sat back comfortably. "She's even older than me, and acted like a child!"

"Go on." He said in a tired tone, and that I did.

"If she didn't want you so bad, then she wouldn't have kept you for this long! She's so full of ... full of..." I trailed off till he responded.

"Shit?"

I gladly clapped my hands together and sat up. "Yes! She's so full of it and yet she sits there and say you have problems! Akaito, trust me for when I say `you don't have any mental problems. It is her who have them, yet she's in self-denial´ for you, however, it's just that you seem to be battling with your family-" I stopped mid-sentence once I heard the sound of laughter escape his lips.

Akaito's P.O.V.

I couldn't stop laughing no matter how much I tried. Seeing him get mad like this was too much for me to handle. It's like watching a puppy trying to tug something that's too heavy. So I waved my hand at him and said, "You're too cute when you're mad to the point it's funny!" Soon as I said those very words his cheeks turned red instantly; almost matching the color of my hair. "Am I that attractive? Geez, I didn't know I had that much of an effect to make your cheeks turn red." I pointed out.

He quickly brought his hands up to face and covered us cheeks. "I don't think you're attractive!"

"You think I'm ugly?" I felt the corner of my lips tug upward into a smirk.

He sank lower in his seat as the rest if his face began turning red. "I-It's not that. ... Its just that you keep calling me cute. Besides. You're not ugly." His eyes averted elsewhere. This had caused me to scoot closer till I was sitting on the middle cushion. Lowering my face so my lips were close to his ear I whispered, "What? You don't like it when I call you cute? A relationship between a client and therapist are always supposed to be honest, right Mikuo?" I gave a low chuckle once I saw his body jerk closer towards the handle of the couch. "I'm undeniably sexy for a seventeen year old, aren't I?" I then purred against his neck in satisfaction.

Slowly I pulled away and scooted my body lower so I could lay down, placing my head on his lap.

"E-Eh? You're on my lap." He questioned. I only rolled my eyes Before closing them.

"Pillows don't talk. Be quiet and bear with it till I wake." I demanded. He obediently did as I said, letting me drift off into a light sleep. It was light because I felt a warm hand caress through my hair gently, then ceased. "Hey ... Don't stop." I heard a soft laugh, followed by his hand returning to my hair.

I couldn't help but smile a little.