It was a warm spring day as Kira and Emilia were watching the TV. Both kids are turned eight years old recently, and they were doing great at school and outside of school.
Emilia career as a model was going from strength to strength thanks to her intelligence and maturity. Also, it did help her mother was one of the best-known models in Japan.
While Kira he continued to go out with Kyoko for crimes to gain more experience. Thanks to his mother being the head of the police station after Kazuo Tengen retired. Kyoko could pick and choose what crimes she could work on.
If Kira were with his mother, Kyoko would pick less violent crimes to avoid a backlash from Makoto.
As for Makoto, he was utterly enjoying his time at Hope's Peak as Headmaster, while Junko continued to be a model that people adored.
Speaking of the latter, Junko was cooking lunch for her and the kids when her mobile phone went off.
"Ah geez, who is phoning me?" Junko moaned. She picked up the phone from the counter and saw it was the work. She answered the call. "Hello?"
"Hey, Junko, it's Yui," the woman replied.
Yui Sato worked at the building where Junko and Emila do their shoots. Yui provides the clothes for the models.
Junko put the phone on loudspeaker as she put the phone back on the worktop as she continued to work on the lunch. "Hey, Yui, what's up?"
"Junko, we have a big problem. See that photoshoot we did a few days ago?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Well, all the photos have been accidentally deleted."
"What?!" Junko said as she froze. "What do you mean all the photos were accidentally deleted?" Junko stopped making lunch as she stared at the phone. "Those pics were meant to be sent tomorrow!"
"I know. You don't need to remind me. The person in charge of sending the photos to the clothing suppliers was trying to pick one the best photos to send and delete the ones we don't need, but the person has deleted the whole lot."
"Oh my god! What are we doing to do?" Junko said, rolling her eyes.
"We need you in right now!" Yui said. "To redo the shoot!"
"But I can't. I'm looking after the kids today," Junko replied.
"Bring in the kids with you. We need to retake those photos!"
"Chill, I will phone you back in five. I need to think," Junko said, and she ended the call. "Oh bloody hell, I can't believe this is happening! What the heck am I going to do? I can't take Kira with me because he will be bored."
Junko shook her head as she knew she didn't have a choice. She walked into the living room.
"Hey, kids," Junko said. "There has been a change of plan. Some numpty at work as deleted all the photos for a shoot I did a few days ago. I need to go back in right now to redo them. The pics are meant to be sent for tomorrow. I promise I will be quick as possible."
Emilia looked at her brother. "Come on, Kira, let's get our shoes on."
Kira nodded at his sister as the pair got off the sofa and got themselves ready.
"Hey, Kira, sorry about this," Junko said. "I know you're going to be bored."
"It's ok," the young boy replied. Then he stopped, and he gave Junko a worried look. "Aunt Junko, wasn't aunt Mukuro coming over?"
Junko's eyes widened. "Muku! I forgot about her. Ok, new plan, don't get ready. I will see if she can look after you two for a few hours!"
Junko ran back into the kitchen and picked up her phone. "Come on, Muku, please answer!"
"Hey sis, what's up? I'm about to head over." Mukuro said.
"Muku, can you get over as soon as possible. I need a big favour right now!"
"What is it?"
"Some clown at the work as deleted all the photos for a shoot I did a few days ago, and those photos were due to be sent off tomorrow. So I need to go back to work and redo the shoot. Would it be possible if you looked after the kids? Sweetheart and Babe are at work right now."
"Yes, that is fine."
"Oh, cheers, Muku! I knew you were my favourite sister!"
"I'm your only sister. Hurry and get ready. I will be over soon."
The phone call ended.
Junko rushed back into the living room. "Kids, don't get ready. Muku is coming over to look after you two for a while."
"Yay, we are going to see aunt Mukuro!" Emilia cheered.
"She is a cool person," Kira said.
"Well, geez, someone is popular," Junko laughed. "Right, I will finish making lunch for you both, and then I'll rush upstairs to get ready."
Five minutes later
Kira and Emilia were having their lunch when they heard someone knock on the door. Then they both heard the door open.
"Junko, it's me," Mukuro shouted.
Emilia jumped off the sofa and rushed to see her aunt while Kira continued to eat his lunch.
"Hey, kiddo," Mukuro said, smiling when she saw Emila run-up to her. Mukuro got on her knees and hugged her niece.
"Hiya," Emilia replied.
"You are getting bigger every day," Mukuro said as she pulled away. "You will soon be our height."
"Yip, I will be as tall and beautiful as my mother," Emilia smiled.
Mukuro felt her heart melt. Emilia's smile had the power to melt people's hearts, even Kyoko's.
"Yeah, well, make sure you don't end up like me and your mother ok," Mukuro replied as she stood up.
"Huh, what do you mean?" The young girl asked, confused.
"Stay away from alcohol when you get older ok," Mukuro said as memories of last years Class 78 reunion still haunted her. The way she and Junko acted was childish.
"Yeah, listen to your aunt Muku," Junko said at the top of the stair. She began to walk down them. "Drinking booze makes us do silly things."
"But you and dad already do silly things," Emilia giggled.
"Oh, you little rascal, come here-"
"You need to catch me first," Emilia said as she ran back into the living room.
Mukuro began to smile. Emilia was acting like her mother all those many years ago.
"What are you smiling at?" Junko asked as she reached the bottom step.
"Emilia reminded me of you when you were a child, cheeky and playful."
"Yeah, I do see my younger self in her, but at least she was better behaved than I was," Junko joked.
Mukuro began to laugh.
"It does make you wonder where the time has gone," Junko sighed. "I mean, one second ago, we are kids growing up. Now a second later, I'm the mum who has a child."
"Yeah, time is unforgiving," Mukuro said grimly. "We are going to hit 30 at the end of the year."
"I know, don't remind me," Junko sighed. "At least, you, Sweetheart and Babe are getting old along with me."
"That's thoughtful of you, sister," Mukuro replied sarcastically.
"Hey, I'm only telling you the truth," Junko said as she gave Mukuro a playful punch to the shoulder. "Anyway, I need to go."
"Cool, Junko, do not rush the shoot. Everything will be fine here. You focus on making yourself look great in those photos."
"I'm always great. How do you think I got a husband and wife?" Junko smirked.
"Because you bitched and moaned until you got what you want?" Mukuro said playfully.
"Oh. Ha. Ha. The kids have been fed, so they should be happy. I need to grab my stuff."
The two sisters walked into the living room. Mukuro spotted the kids watching the TV while Junko ran into the kitchen to grab her phone and then came back.
"Right, I'm off. You two be good for Muku, ok?" Junko said.
"You can count on us!" Emilia said as she put two arms into the air.
Junko left the house and drove off to her work.
Mukuro sat down in the armchair as she laid her eyes on the TV. It was a cartoon that was on.
"Aunt Mukuro," Kira said as he looked at her.
"Yes, Kira?" Mukuro replied as she looked at him.
"Can you teach me how to fight?" The young boy asked.
"Fight?" Mukuro replied, surprised.
"Yeah, like how to throw a punch."
"May I ask why a young boy at your age wants to learn how to throw a punch?"
"Well…" Kira said as his face grew red. "I want to protect my mum and sister."
"Your mother can look after herself. While my sister can look after Emilia," Mukuro replied, emotionless. But inside, she was proud that Kira wanted to make sure his family was safe.
"But aunt Mukuro, please!" Kira said. Then he got up from the sofa and walked over to her. "Teach me, like you taught my mum and aunt Junko. I know you taught them a few or two."
"It's because I love them," Mukuro said.
"And you don't love me?" Kira replied, hurt.
"Of course I love you," Mukuro said quickly. "It's just-"
"Teach me then!" Kira begged.
"Teach me as well!" Emilia said as she jumped off the sofa and walked over to Mukuro. "I need to learn how to protect myself when I become a big model."
"No!" Mukuro said firmly. "Now go and continue to watch your cartoon."
Kira and Emilia looked at each other. Both were disappointed, and they got back on the sofa.
"I bet she is scared," Emilia said.
"Yeah, I bet she is," Kira replied.
"Who is scared?" Mukuro asked, but she knew full well that the kids were talking about her.
"You are," Emilia replied. "You are scared of our mothers."
"No," Mukuro replied. "You two are too young to learn how to fight."
"Yeah, she is scared," Kira said. "She would have said yes otherwise."
"Yip, our mums, can be very scary when they are angry," Emilia replied.
'It's your father that I'm more nervous off,' Mukuro thought.
Emilia grabbed Kira's hand. "Come on, Kira, let's head upstairs and play."
Kira never got a chance to reply as he was pulled from the sofa and forced upstairs.
Mukuro watched the whole event happen before her. She let out a sigh. "That takes me back, Junko pulling me everywhere while I don't get a say in the matter. At least, I get the TV to myself now."
An hour later
Mukuro was happily watching the telly. She didn't hear a single sound from the kids while she was happy about this. But at the same time, it was too quiet for her liking.
"Maybe I should go and check on them," Mukuro said as she got up.
But she didn't need to walk as she saw Kira walking into the living room with a black right eye.
Mukuro's eyes widened. "What happened to you?"
"Emilia and I were trying to teach others to fight," Kira said. "But we didn't know what we were doing."
Emilia walked into the living room with a left black eye.
Mukuro began to panic. How was she going to explain this to Junko, Kyoko or Makoto?
"This is your fault, aunt Mukuro," Emilia said sadly. "You wouldn't teach us. Now, look at us."
"Now hold on a min-"
"When mum comes home, I will tell her that you punched us thank to your training."
"Now that isn't true!" Mukuro said calmly, but she was annoyed that the kids were going to pin this on her.
"Now, we are willing to lie if you teach us how to fight," Emilia said.
Mukuro looked at the pair, and she was stunned by how strongly they wanted her to teach them how to fight.
"Aunt Mukuro, you need to understand," Kira said. "I want to learn how to fight so that I can protect myself, my mum and my sister."
"And that girl at school you are close to," Emilia giggled.
"S-Shut up!" Kira said, embarrassed.
"Nah, you like her a lot," Emilia said, winking at her brother.
Mukuro couldn't believe how much Emilia was acting like her mother. Is this the result of Emilia being with Junko more, thanks to the photoshoots?
Emilia looked at her aunt. "What is it going to be?"
"Still no," Mukuro said firmly. "I will tell your mother the truth."
"But who is she going to believe? Me her daughter or her sister?"
Mukuro paused for a few seconds. She knew she was beaten. Mukuro knew that Junko would believe Emilia more.
"Fine," Mukuro sighed. "Light training, ok."
Emilia and Kira high fived each other.
"See, Kira, I knew it would work," Emilia said as she rubbed her left eye as the black eye was gone.
"What the…" Mukuro said, stopping herself from saying fuck.
Kira rubbed his right eye, and the black eye was also gone.
"We've tricked you," Emilia giggled. "Now, you can't go back on your word."
Mukuro covered her face with her hands in horror. She couldn't believe two eight-year-olds tricked her.
"I would never hit my sister," Kira said.
"And I would never hit my brother," Emilia said.
Mukuro pulled her hands away and looked at Emilia. "You truly are your mother's daughter. Sneaky and always get what she wants."
"Yip, I'm Emilia Naegi!" Emila said while doing a peace sign.
Mukuro rolled her eyes.
"Aunt Mukuro," Kira said. "Have you ever taught my dad how to fight? Because I don't recall him saying anything about you teaching him."
"No, I haven't taught him," Mukuro replied.
"But why?" Kira asked, confused.
Mukuro was unsure why Kira would be confused by her reply. "Because your father is not a fighter."
"But what happens if my mum or aunt Junko is in danger?" Kira replied. "He is meant to protect the people he loves."
"Fighting isn't always necessary," Mukuro replied. "Your father would rather talk things out than seeing someone get hurt."
"So he is weak then?" Kira replied.
Mukuro let out a chuckle. "Your father is not weak. Trust me when I say this. He has a way with his words. If there is anyone who can get out of a tight spot with words, it's him. It doesn't make him weak because he doesn't want to fight. You are looking at things from a narrow point of view."
"Yeah, Dad is a nice man," Emilia said.
"Yeah, I guess your right, Emilia," Kira said quietly. "I'm disappointed in him."
Mukuro walked to the kids and got on her knees. She put her two hands on Kira's shoulders. "Listen, Kira. I think I understand. You see your father as a role model. So you expect him to know how to fight to protect your mother and my sister. But that fact is, Makoto has never been a fighter. He has never believed violence would solve anything that who your father is. But you. You are your own person, and if you want to learn how to fight to protect the people, you love that's fine. Everyone is different."
"But would my father be disappointed in Emila and me if we wanted to learn how to fight?" Kira asked.
"Of course not," Mukuro said quickly. "I mean, look at the both of you right now. Kira, you are going out with your mother to crime scenes. At the same time, Emilia is a young model. Your father is happy to let both of you make your own choices. Of course, there are things he wouldn't allow."
"Like my mum taking me to the gruesome crime scenes," Kira replied.
"Exactly, Makoto's main priorities as a father is to ensure you two are healthy and happy. But also to let you both grow into the people that you two want to be. Right. I suppose we better get started," Mukuro said, standing up. "I hope you two are ready."
"We are ready," Emilia said as she put her fists up. "Teach us!"
"Ok, before we begin, I have only one rule," Mukuro said firmly. "No physical contact, understood?"
"Ok!" Both kids replied.
"Good, let's begin."
A few hours later
Makoto walked into the house carrying a folder. He never smelt any dinner getting made, which was odd. Usually, the adult who was in had the dinner on. He took off his shoes, walked into the living room, and was surprised to see Mukuro sitting on the armchair watching the telly while the kids were on the sofa.
"Hey guys," Makoto said.
Emila jumped off the sofa, and she reached to her dad, and she hugged him. "Welcome home, dad."
"Thank you," Makoto said warmly as he bends over to hug his daughter. "Where is your mother?"
"Mum had to go to work and do a quick photoshoot," Emilia replied.
"Right, that's odd," Makoto said as he straightens himself. "Junko never mentioned anything to me."
"Someone from her work deleted the photos from a shoot she did a few days ago," Mukuro said. "Junko asked if I could look after the kids while she rushed over to redo the shoot because the photos had to be sent tomorrow."
"Ah right," Makoto replied. "Hopefully, everything goes ok. Junko can be a riot if she rushes things."
"You speak with experience," Mukuro joked as she stood up. "Right, I need to head."
"You can stay for dinner if you like?" Makoto replied.
"No, I've got to get home. Mahiru is making dinner for us tonight."
"Cool, well, thanks for looking after the kids for us on short notice."
Emilia walked over to Mukuro and hugged her aunt. "Thanks for today." Emilia looked up and winked.
"Don't mention it," Mukuro replied. "Hey Makoto, do you think Emilia is starting to act like Junko?"
"Now that you've mentioned it, I believe so, yes," Makoto said, looking at his daughter. "But I think that is down to Emilia spending more time with her mum due to the photoshoots and other modelling stuff. If Emilia is misbehaving, let me know, ok?"
"Noted," Mukuro replied. "Right, I am heading. Catch you guys later."
"Bye," Kira said as he gave Mukuro a short wave.
"Bye," Emilia said.
Mukuro left the house.
"Right, I'm going to change clothes, then I will start making dinner, ok," Makoto said.
"Ok!" Emilia said as she jumped back onto the sofa.
Makoto headed upstairs and walked into the bedroom. He began to undress when he noticed Junko's makeup table was a mess.
"I guess Junko was in a rush to get to the office," Makoto as he walked over to the table to tidy the place up. "Unless Emilia was putting makeup on again." Makoto let out a sigh. "I think it's time we bought Emilia a makeup table for her room. She can't keep coming in here and making a mess. But that's a talk with Junko for a later time. Right now, I better finish getting changed and start making the dinner."
Thank you for reading.
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