"Fluff" Speaking
Fluff Thinking
Chapter 3 - Breakfast
The next day was sunny and simply put beautiful, the type of day when it seems like nothing can go wrong. How is it that every time you think that – everything goes wrong?
Setsuna woke up to the chirping of what felt like fifty or more birds. He let out a tired sigh and snuggled tighter to his beloved. A smile touched his lips when he rubbed one of his hands against her belly. I still can't believe it… Parents? It just seems…weird and impossible. Although we should have known… He blushed slightly when he thought about how the child was conceived; it wasn't exactly like they had been using protection all the time – although they should have known better. Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could we be so stupid? What life have we given to this child? He gave himself a mental beating.
Sara woke up to the sight of a frowning teenager, just a few centimeters away from her face.
"What's wrong?"
He flinched, not having noticed that she woke up.
"I'm just thinking…"
"Thinking of what? You don't frown like that unless it's something special."
Setsuna wasn't certain that it was such a good idea to tell her what he had been thinking about.
"Ehm…" 'Nothing special' wouldn't do this time – not when she was looking at him like that.
"I was thinking about the baby." He finally said.
"What about the baby? What about it made you look so solemn?"
He swallowed hard; this was not going to be nice…
"Well… It's just that I'm beginning to think that having this child wasn't exactly the best idea we've had."
"WHAT!" She yelled furiously. "So now you all of a sudden don't want this child! Well, I do – so you can just take that opinion of yours and shove it up your.." She was interrupted by a fiery kiss from Setsuna.
After a couple of panting breaths, Setsuna once again spoke. "Will you please let me finish this time?"
Sara still muttered, but kept quiet while glaring at him.
A sigh was heard. "The thing I was trying to say was: Do we really know what kind of life we're giving this child? How are we going to tell it about us being related and all?"
Now it was Sara's turn to frown; she really hadn't given that any thoughts.
"I… I don't know. But somehow we can manage it, I just know we can!"
Setsuna let out another sigh and held her tight. "Yeah, I hope so… I just don't want the kid to have the same kind of childhood that we had. It wasn't exactly the easiest way to grow up."
"I know, I was there too. Don't worry, we're going to give our baby the best childhood there have ever been!" She gave him a beaming smile.
"Yeah, I really hope so…" Setsuna replied and gave her a light peck on the cheek.
Still, the gnawing feeling that something wasn't quite right wouldn't leave him. What the heck was wrong? Yesterday he had been ridiculously happy, but today it was like something suddenly had changed. He couldn't stop thinking of the things that could go wrong: How people would treat the child if they found out about its parents, how their mom would react if she found out… Should he and Sara tell their parents? It wasn't exactly like they didn't know what they felt for each other, but how would they react of having a grandchild, a grandchild made of the love between their own two children?
Setsuna let out yet another deep sigh. Things would've been so much easier if they never had fallen in love with each other. Although he couldn't hold back a loving smile as he looked at the love of his life (and afterlife as well!).
"Come on, let's go out for breakfast!" Sara suddenly exclaimed and took her lover's hand.
Setsuna couldn't help but laugh and followed her out the door.
"Where are we going?"
"To Kanda Soba of course!"
The teenage boy could feel his mouth beginning to water just at the thought of the restaurant.
"Yeah, Kanda Soba sounds okay." He managed to say at last.
Sara just smiled at him. "Koi? You're drooling."
They settled down at the table in the corner and ordered their noodles right away.
"God, I'm hungry!" Sara practically yelled.
"No wonder.. You haven't eaten properly for the past few days, plus you are eating for two now." Setsuna grinned.
She just glared at him. "Are you trying to say something? Are you trying to imply that I'm reveling?"
"No, no, no! I'm just… Oh, look – the food is coming!"
She sneered at him. "Nice saving, koishii."
"Yeah, I thought so too." He grinned back.
For the next thirty or something minutes they let the food silence their mouths and just enjoyed each other's company.
Setsuna leaned back and let out a satisfied sigh. "That's what I call breakfast!"
"Are you trying to say something about my cooking?" Sara teased.
He was about to reply when he was beginning to feel uneasy. He glanced around the restaurant and saw a familiar figure.
"Mom…" The whisper was impossible to hold back.
Sara noticed that his eyes were fixated on something and let hers wander the same way. She tensed when they reached their target and drew in a hard breath.
"What should we do?" Her voice sounded very frail at the moment.
"I don't know… Maybe she won't notice us." Setsuna couldn't believe how unlucky they were. For the first time in months they had decided to eat out for breakfast, and the first person they stumbled over was the one person that they didn't want to meet. They hadn't met her since the day that Sara was meant to go to England and marry a man she'd never met – the day that she followed her heart and went with Setsuna instead. Their mother hadn't exactly approved of that, so they hadn't made any contact with her after that and she hadn't tried to get in contact with them either.
The middle-aged woman with her dark red, curly hair cut in a page, sat down at a table and ordered from the menu. She let her blue eyes roam over the local while she waited. In one of the corners of the restaurant she for a minute thought that she saw some familiar figures.
She shook her head – why would they be here? Ever since Sara ran away with her brother she always thought that she saw them everywhere, but by now they should be miles away from Tokyo.
"Mrs. your food is ready." The waiter said and put down the plate in front of her.
Mrs. Mudou flinched; she had been so deep in thought that she didn't even notice him.
She thanked him and started to eat her food, still pondering about the past.
Once again she let her eyes wander to the corner where she saw the young couple, this time she examinated them more carefully. When she did, she almost choked on her noodles.
It is them! What are they doing here! She thought angrily. They shouldn't even be in Tokyo anymore – they ran away before, they never should've come back, never!
In their corner, Sara and Setsuna saw their mother stare at them with anger in her eyes.
Setsuna sighed and shook his head sadly. "I think we safely can presume that she have seen us."
Sara gripped his hand tightly. "Yeah… So what do we do now?"
With gently fingers, Setsuna caressed her hand. "It's your call. We can either sit here until she leave, or we can walk out of here now, having to walk past her to get out. Or we could relax as much as we can, finish our meals and then go home – just as we planned to do from the beginning.
With a bit sad, but loving smile Sara picked up her chopsticks to eat the last of her noodles.
"You're right, we can't let her ruin our breakfast."
Mrs. Mudou felt her anger rise when she saw her children being so loving to each other – right out in the open. How dared they! Didn't they know how wrong it was; didn't they know that they were going to end up in hell for this?
Love… She snorted to herself. They don't have any idea of what love is; what they're doing isn't love – it's sick, twisted and wrong! Sara could've had such a wonderful life in England together with Andrew, but no – she just had to leave it all for him; that, that thing.
She didn't know exactly when she had stopped thinking of Setsuna as her son, but it was a long, long time ago. He always was so…different… Sara had always felt like her child, but Setsuna… She just gave birth to him, in her heart she never did feel any motherly love for him; sometimes she wished that Sara had been an only child.
She had been so happy when she got pregnant the first time, and when she found out that it was a boy she was even happier, but when he was born… The first thought that came to her mind was: What is wrong with this child?
She never told her husband about her feelings; she just went on as always, pretending nothing was wrong. When she got pregnant again, when Setsuna was just six months old, she was terrified. Never again did she want a child like that! But when Sara was born, she'd thought she looked like a little angel. That little girl became her whole world.
The middle-aged woman sighed deeply; unknowingly to her she at that moment sounded very much alike the son she refused to see as her own.
Mrs. Mudou still pondered about why her children were there and why now, when she saw that they were beginning to make their way out of the restaurant.
Setsuna stood up and held out his hand to Sara. "Shall we go then, my tenshi?"
She smirked at the nickname and took his hand in hers. "Yes, angel, let's go."
Mrs. Mudou followed the pair with her eyes. She snorted as they smiled at each other and held hands. When they kissed, she mentally flinched. Disgusting! How can they live with themselves, don't they feel any shame?
The beautiful couple prepared themselves mentally as they started to walk through the restaurant. They hung onto each other as if it was a matter of life and death.
When they started to approach the table where their mother sat, they both tensed.
Sara swallowed audible and glanced at her brother. "Should we say something?" She asked.
Setsuna didn't answer, he just held her hand tighter.
As they was about to pass by the table, Setsuna halted abruptly and turned to face one of his life's biggest fears.
"Hello mother." He said with a solemn expression.
AN: Kanda Soba is a famous noodle restaurant in Tokyo.
Koi: Love
Koishii: Beloved
Tenshi: Angel Kanda Soba is a famous noodle restaurant in Tokyo.
I have no idea what Sara's English fiancé is called, I don't think that he's ever mentioned by name, but if you know what his name is – please tell me so I can correct it. Also: Does their mother have any first name? If she do, please, please, please tell me!
Again: Thanks to Cerridwene for beta-reading the chapters. There really was a lot for you to do this time, wasn't it? grin
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