Chapter 6 : Bean sprout.
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Living in my new home felt like living in a bubble. Familiar, comfortable and close-knit but a bubble all the same.
Everyday in that nameless water country town felt the same.
Wake up, eat, play, study japanese, avoid bodies of water and all chakra things then rise and repeat.
With such a repetitive routine days tended to bleed into each other.
Not that I'm complaining about that.
If anything, I'm happy about it.
After all, If I could, I would press the skip button because I didn't need a tutorial on how to live life. (Been there, done that)
Honestly, who would want to go through puberty again?
Granted, this time around I get to experience puberty from the opposite sex's perspective (so grateful for that btw, so thankful. really.), but still, growing pains and teen angst…ew.
So yes, I was happy that time seemed to fly by. It just meant I could spend less time being a child.
I didn't mind growing so fast.
Dearest father however…
It all started when I asked him to buy me new pants because the old ones were too short to keep out the cold.
He'd laughed at me.
He thought I was joking because "I bought you new ones last month". ( no that was six months and growth spurts are a thing dad.)
I'd showed him that my pants no longer fit and, I kid you not, his eyes teared up.
I stood in Front of him showing off the insufficient length of my pants.
One look at my pants, a soft gasp and dramatic hand on his mouth were what I had gotten for my efforts. (I had literally breathed)
"H-honey…honey!! Come quick" He'd called my mother, voice shaky and eyes glassy.
My mother came into the room frantically searching for the cause of her husband's distress.
Dad took her by the shoulders and whispered something to her.
She'd turned to me, smile on her face.
"Oh my! Our little Haku sure grows up fast doesn't he?" She'd cooed.
I'd felt my ears redden from embarrassment, so cheesy.
Suffice to say, dad had not been as happy, calm or rational as mom had been.
He'd a full blown rant about how life was too short "apparently, as short as my boy's pants are now".
Talk about overdramatic.
It was honestly pretty sweet, makes you wonder how such a gentle soul could possibly kill-
I hugged him to give him some comfort. (Definitely not to comfort myself. Nope)
As the days passed by, I grew (to my dad's dismay).
I turned four, then five and got closer to avoiding what I dubbed "shit hits the fan plot/event danger zone". (I know, so creative)
I became more relaxed, more assured of my home, my environment and my new life.
So of course (of fucking course), that's when I got hit by a curve ball.
One that got me completely blindsided.
"...What?" I muttered, mouth gawking.
My parents looked at each other, smiles bright, eyes sparkling and shining.
They looked back at me and said in one voice, as if practiced in front of a mirror :
"You're going to be a big brother!!"
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