Anxiety

Hana looked everywhere in the house for his father. He searched every room, every closet, and every dark corner. There was no sign of him. Just as he was about to give up his desperate search, he spotted the brown haired man through one of the windows. Triumphantly, Hana ran outside to join him but stopped short to watch.

Yoh stood in the middle of the backyard in a stance, prepared to attack. He slowly lowered his head as he concentrated all of his energy on the sword in his hand. He gripped the beautifully embroidered handle lightly as he held the blade tightly to his face. As he began his attack, Hana jumped from the sudden thrust of movement. The sound created when his sword beat against the wind scared him. He watched as his father cut and sliced as if creating an artistic masterpiece in mid air. His movements were well planned and precise, and he was so focused on the mission at hand he didn't notice his son was watching him. Hana lingered for a few more minutes then sighed sadly and sauntered slowly back inside the house.

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The soft knocking on Anna's bedroom door woke her out of her sleep. She knew it had to be her son since they were the only two in the house.

"Mama, are you awake?" Hana asked sheepishly from the hallway.

"Come in, Hana. I could use your company," she replied happily.

Hana slowly opened the bedroom door and saw his mother sitting upright in her bed. Even though her thick blond hair covered most of her pale face, he could tell she was smiling at him. She hit the right side of the bed softly with her hand and motioned for him to sit with her. He obeyed and immediately fell into her arms.

"What's wrong?" She asked him as she pulled his blond hair away from his face.

"Papa's training again. He's outside; I found him. Something's wrong," Hana replied gloomily.

"Maybe he just feels his technique has become weak," Anna said, knowing her son didn't believe a word of it.

"He always trains when he's scared. He does it all the time now," Hana said, hugging his mother tighter.

"Hana, there's nothing to worry about. Your father is fine," she said, slowly running her finger nails down his back.

"But, what about you, Mama?" Hana replied, "You sleep all of the time now. Are you sick?"

She paused at his question then smiled. "Everything will be fine, Hana. Don't worry," she kissed him gently on the head, and he held her tighter.

The two rested on the bed for a few moments in silence until Hana noticed his mother was grimacing in pain from his body weight. He quickly jumped to his feet in concern.

"Mama, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked worriedly.

"Oh, don't be silly. I'm just fine. Now go and bring your mother some tea," she said with a smile.

Hana smiled back at her lovingly and ran out to obey her order. As soon as she could no longer see him, her smile vanished.