Sorry for the slow update... AGAIN. D:
This chapter is short so I wanted to add it when I finished Chapter 10.
Thanks for all the Reviews and adds. ^^ Really.
Chapter 9: A Son's Questions
"Domyouji…" She whispered, her self-assurance dying as she mouthed her words. "I need to tell you something."
Domyouji unraveled out of the blanket and sat up. He stared at her with a malicious look. "I don't want to know. Get out of my room."
Tsukushi stood there, shocked by how quickly he could revert to his uncaring and cruel style. Still, she had already received the worst of the worst when it came to his malice and she wasn't just going to take it like she would before. Tsukushi grounded her feet upon the floor and stared Domyouji down.
"No. Now shut up and listen to me." She felt her blood boiling as she tightened her hands into fists and begun her sentence. However, instead of dedicating his attention to her, he reached for the nurses' button and pressed it.
"They'll be here any second so why don't you say what you want and leave?" His voice was harsh and, like daggers, pierced her. She felt her eyes flicker as she stared at the same face from five years ago, that expression was the same one she saw through the window of the limousine.
"Fine then! I won't tell you. I rather not tell you anyways! Stupid jerk, you never change do you? I hope you leave as fast as you did five years ago." She didn't know why she had uttered words about the past but seeing a twitch graze his face was enough of a reaction for her. She spun around and hastily left, pushing past the nurses that were now assembling around his doorway. Into the hallway she marched, ready to escape from the place that was linked to HIM.
Dumb freaking jerk. Don't want to hear about your son do you? Well, that's fine with me!
"Rui?… Yes, can you pick me up? I'm done here. …Mmm. Thank you, Rui." She sighed as she hung up the phone at the reception desk. "Alright! My day here is over. Tomorrow will just be a 'fighting' day."
She looked back to the hospital hallway and frowned. "Baka. Stupid, stupid Domyouji." Then she proceeded to walk to the parking lot where she would wait for Rui to pick her up.
"Rikuto! Rikuto!" Tsukushi felt a sense of relief as the stresses from work were dissipating into nothing. Her footsteps felt light as she walked down towards Rikuto's room, her current place of sanctuary. She saw the little boy knelt down on his small table, doodling away with the crayons he had gotten a week ago from Yuuki. For seconds, she stood there in the doorway, mesmerized by the way the light from the sunset played with his curls. Lately, it was becoming more and more harder to distance her thoughts from his father when she saw Rikuto's face. She was beginning to truly see how close he resembled Domyouji, especially now since he was growing. Rikuto began to hum to himself the lullaby that Tsukushi would often sing to him, getting off tune here and there. She smiled feeling that her happiness centered solely on the boy sitting in front of her.
"Ah! Mommy! Come look at my picture." Rikuto stood up, and with his little hands, clutched his mothers' fingers and tried his best to pull her towards the picture.
"Okay, okay Rikuto. I'm coming. Mommy's coming." She knelt down beside him as he proudly showed off his latest masterpiece. The drawing was very simple, as most 4-year-old drawings tend to be. There were five different colored stick people in a discombobulated house. "What a pretty drawing Rikuto! Oh, and who do we have here? Who are all these people?"
Rikuto grinned and one by one began to point out the people in his drawing. "This is me, and mommy, and Uncle, and that sad lady, and Daddy!" His face, shining with that joy that only children seem to have, searched her face for approval. Instead, he received a frowning distant look. "What's da matter? Mommy no like it?"
"Oh, no, that's not it. It's a really pretty drawing. But, why did you draw your Daddy?" She felt tortured having to ask such a complex and depressing question to her son. However, she felt that if she didn't, it would bother her. Had someone told him anything about his dad?
"That lady…she knows my daddy, right?" He looked down at the picture, his face showing nothing but disappointment. Tsukushi, on the other hand, was shocked; shocked that he could comprehend and understand something as dense as the situation between her, Tsubaki, and Domyouji.
"Rikuto-" Her words were heavy and her jaw tightened.
"Hey, dinner is ready. Let's all go eat together." The interruption had come from the entrance of the room. Rui stood in the background, watching the two as Rikuto slowly stood up and walked towards the diner and Tsukushi sat still staring at a paper in her hands.
"What's the matter, Makino?" He entered the room and knelt down beside her. His eyes draped over her face with concern.
"Rui, what am I supposed to do? He's asking questions about his father. It's too early; he's too young." Her fingers pressed hard against the wrinkled paper.
"Makino…"
"AHHH, forget it! Anyways, dinner right? I'm HUN-GREE!" She stretched her arms up and smiled before sighing back down. Pressing on the table, she stood up and headed towards the diner. Rui sighed heavily and followed after her. Lately, it seemed that that's all he could do: follow after her and make she doesn't fall.
:D Finally was able to put Rikuto in. He was starting to drift out of the main picture. :) You'll see much more of him in the near future though. Review, please? 3
