*Matthew McConaughey voice* Alright, alright, ariiiiiiight. I am back from the dead to bring you this questionable new chapter of Reality Kick. All parents have that moment when their kid says a cuss word, right? So that's what happens here, but with chalk b/c who doesn't love chalk?

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Enjoy~

Minoru kneeled besides his chalk drawing and studied it, leaving a smear of bright blue chalk dust on his cheek as he rubbed his face. It was supposed to be a drawing of his family, but there was something missing. He had drawn his mother and father standing next to each other, with him and Miyu next to them. Minoru stared down at the concrete, comparing it to the images of them in his memories. Suddenly, he jumped up from his spot and ran towards Miyu, who was drawing rabbits on the other side of the driveway.

"Mimi!" He called as he ran. "Do you have the purple chalk? I need it!"

Miyu looked down at the colorful pile of chalk she commandeered, searching for the purple.

"Here," she called back, tossing it at him. "But, hurry up with it, I need to draw a purple rabbit for Mama!"

Minoru caught the chalk just before it hit the ground and nodded. He ran back to his family portrait and kneeled over it, running the chalk over and around it enthusiastically. When he was done, he stood up to admire his work.

"Mama will like it!" He assured himself before screaming for his mother. "MAMA! COME HERE MAMA, I WANNA SHOW YOU SOMETHING!"

Touka was busy dusting the bookshelves crammed with books in the living room while her children played outside, within sight. 'Seriously, who the hell needs this many books?!' She grumbled to herself, hitting them with the duster zealously. She heard one of the twins yell for her and immediately rushed outside to see what was going on. Skidding to a halt in front of Minoru, she carefully studied her children and the area around them. There was no unknown persons around and neither child was hurt. I'm so glad it wasn't a dove or anything… She sighed in relief and looked down at her son, who was tugging on her hand.

"What, Minoru?"

"I have something to show you, Mama," he chirped. "Close your eyes; no peeking!"

"Alright, alright," she mumbled. Keeping her eyes closed, Touka let her six year old son pull her to whatever it was.

Minoru drug his mother to the chalk drawing and dropped her hand. "Okay, you can open your eyes now!"

Touka opened her eyes and looked at the chalk portrait Minoru was standing next to proudly. She saw what looked like four people, two big and two small. Guessing it was her own family, she noted the little details Minoru had added. He had drawn the necklace his father gave his mother their first Christmas, using the same colors as the stone. She noticed the birthmark on Miyu's knee, coincidentally very similar to her father's. Finishing the family, she moved to the speech bubble above chalk-Touka's head. She focused on the messy writing in the bubble and froze, her mouth forming a single line and eyebrows scrunched. Shit, she thought. I didn't think they ever heard me say that! Miyu noticed her mother's change in mood and walked up to her, taking her hand and looking at Minoru's drawing. Touka looked at her son intently.

"Minoru," she started, "where did you learn that word?"

Minoru frowned and looked at the writing, not understanding why she was upset. In it, he had written a saying that Touka used as much as she drank coffee: "Shitty Kaneki."

"Why?" He gazed at his mother curiously. "Is it a bad word, Mama?"

"Yes, Minoru," she explained, "it is a very bad word."

Minoru looked even more confused. Miyu, who had been watching the exchange silently, spoke up while her brother stared at the word.

"But Mama says it all the time!" She chimed in, smiling widely and swing her mother's hand.

Touka scowled at her children. "That doesn't mean you can say it!"

"But why not, Mama?" Minoru wondered, gazing expectantly at his mother.

"Because I'm an adult," she responded vaguely. Please buy it, I don't have an actual reason, e! Begging to herself, she held her breath as Miyu and Minoru processed the crude reasoning. She released her breath when they both nodded their heads, accepting her explanation. "Now, let's pick up the chalk and play inside. Maybe your father will read to you when he gets home."

"Kay!" They sang in unison. Miyu picked up her pile and dumped it into the container carefully as Minoru did the same.

Picking up the now full container, Touka headed inside the house, Miyu and Minoru trailing behind like ducklings. Minoru grabbed her unoccupied hand.

"I wanna be an adult so I can say it!" He gazed off in the distance wistfully. Touka raised her eyebrow at him.

"No, Minoru, I think you can wait until you are very old," she warned. "And even then you shouldn't say it."

"Okay, Mama…" He pouted, sitting on the couch and picking up a book his father has gotten him for his birthday.

-x-

Later that night, Touka was getting ready for bed as she told Kaneki what happened.

"Minoru knows the word 'shitty'," she said, tugging on one of Kaneki's old shirts.

"Well, where did he learn it?" he asked, leaning back into the sheets.

Touka paused for a moment, toothbrush hanging in her mouth. Rinsing her mouth, she put their dirty clothes in the hamper on her way to the bed.

"….. Miyu said he learned it from me," she admitted, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Kaneki looked at his wife, back rigid and avoiding eye contact. He chuckled, causing her to turn around and slap his arm.

"It's not funny, Ken," she hissed. "My children are learning bad words from their mother!"

She watched as Kaneki's chuckle morphed into a full-blown laugh. Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned away and glared at the wall. That ass, how dare he laugh! She huffed. "Fine, whatever."

Kaneki finally stopped laughing and wiped his eyes. Reaching for his wife, he took hold of Touka's upper arm and pulled her down next to him. She didn't struggle, but she was on her side, facing the wall. Undeterred by her current mood, Kaneki wrapped his arms around her waist and cuddled her close to his chest.

"It's not that bad, Touka," he said. "They're at that age where they are going to mimic the things they see and hear around them. It's part of growing up."

"Mmm." Touka could feel herself getting comfortable and drifting off to sleep.

"Though," he chuckled again, "it would help if you didn't say 'Shitty Kaneki' every hour."

Touka's eyes flew open and she rammed her elbow into his chest.

"Maybe if you stopped being so shitty all the time," she sneered, "I wouldn't have to say it as much."

Kaneki coughed a little as she knocked some air from his lungs. "But you still love me."

"Mmm… Maybe," she mumbled, adjusting herself to a more comfortable position.

Kaneki smiled and held her tighter, pull her closer until his nose was buried in her hair. He yawned slightly and snuggled even closer to her, giving in to the tiredness he felt. Still, he thought fleetingly, it would be good be good if she stopped saying it. It's not like I'm that shitty…

And there you have it, Touka's potty mouth is making an impression on her children. Don't ask me why it was such a shitty reason why there was a cuss, I don't even know. I just wanted to write this scenario with chalk and cuss words so...

I sincerely and fervently apologize for my long absence. School picked up speed and I'm already stressing over finals which aren't even until May... Not to mention, I don't know where I'm living next year there's a fricking family feud that I'm in the middle of. So I haven't been able to come up with anything for Reality Kick until now... I beg forgiveness. m v_v m

With that said, requests. IDEAS, SUGGESTIONS, give them to me. Feed the starving Reality Kick monster. I need it. I can't do much personal-based stories because like 90% involve some food, so that's out... So yes, send them in. Review, PM, Tumblr message, IDC JUST SEND SOME. Please.

As always, thank you for reading and putting up with my shit. c: You all deserve a cookie and massive amounts of love ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

With love,

Lau ( ˘ ³˘)

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