Broken Circle
The boy held his father's hand in his own, measuring his small palm against the bigger one. "'Tousan, will my hand be big like yours someday?"
"Most certainly," said his father. "And maybe even larger."
The child continued his study, scooting his palm up until the base of their fingers met. "'Tousan," he said next, "will my fingers be as long as yours?"
"Perhaps," said his father. "It's hard to judge things like that at times."
Lowering his hand, the boy turned the larger hand palm-up, tracing the broad, pale mark across the palm with a touch that made fingers spasm as if tickled. "Ne, 'tousan, that's a scar?" At his father's nod, he asked curiously, "Will I have one like that?"
"No," his father said, freeing his hand to gathering his son close. "You won't ever have that."
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AN: Another progeny fic! Though, this time, it's the perverted houshi's.