Shigure didn't really think of himself as the cousin of Kyo and Yuki-kun, or the guardian of Tohru-kun.
He sat at the table every morning, watching as Kyo bickered with everybody, Yuki stumbled in half asleep, and Tohru rushed to please them both. He watched every afternoon from the window, as the three arrived home after school, Kyo and Yuki arguing over timid Tohru's head as she walked in between them and smiled. He listened to them in the living room as he sat on the couch, pretending to write a novel. He observed them, whenever he could, soaking in their personalities, their relationships. He watched them. He loved them.
No, old Shigure-san didn't feel like the cousin of Kyo and Yuki-ken, or the guardian of Tohru-kun. Not at all.
He felt like their father, and that was the way he liked it.
