Of Happily Ever Afters...
Smut warning: The fluffy kind, just so you know. If not your cuppa err...well just skip. ;)
"Something wrong?" He asked when Kokoro just stood there and looked at him.
She shook her head as she walked closer. She wondered how things were between them before their memories were altered. Was she this shy? Or was she the one who took charge?
However, right now, she's aching to satisfy a need to touch him. Mitsuru sucked in a startled breath as she slid her hands beneath his shirt and stroked the front of his body until her hand rested above his heart.
He held her hand still as he leaned down to kiss her. This, this was familiar territory, Kokoro has always enjoyed their stolen kisses together.
But as the kiss deepened, as he coaxed her lips to part and give him access, her heart raced and heat made her skin blush pink.
"I want you." Mitsuru said simply as he cupped the side of her face. "You...you have no idea how much."
"Then show me." Kokoro whispered, looking up at him with bright, blue eyes.
"Dangerous words..." He groaned before taking her lips once again, he unzipped the top of her uniform, making Kokoro gasp as he kissed her ear.
A moment later, her clothing pooled around her feet with a quiet rustle of sound, leaving her standing only in her underwear.
"So beautiful..." Mitsuru groaned as he looked at her, not bothering to hide the hunger in his eyes.
"My body is changing." Kokoro said softly as she held the small bump below her navel with both hands. It was barely noticeable, but she who was familiar with her own body knew the difference.
Mitsuru reached down and touched her too. "That makes you even more beautiful."
Kokoro looked up at him and realized he meant it, he wasn't just trying to make her feel better. "Well, let's wait until my belly swells up like a whale."
That made him chuckle lightly. "And I will love every inch of you, whale or no whale."
"Are you always this smooth?" Kokoro wondered.
"I'm not trying to be." Mitsuru grinned. "I'm just being honest here."
"I like it." She smiled at him as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck.
Carefully he laid her down on their futon as they kissed.
"Do you...do you think people can hear us behind the curtains?" Kokoro asked suddenly.
Mitsuru looked up, "We're at the farthest corner, and only the stairs are behind this wall." Then his eyes turned teasing. "Unless your new friends decided to watch in on us, the curtains should be enough deterrent to keep others away."
"Don't look so worried." He traced the soft curve of her jaw with a gentle finger. "If anyone tries to peek in, I'll send them flying with a high kick."
She smiled reluctantly at his words. "But..."
"If worse comes to worst, I'll cover you. They can see me naked, I won't care."
Kokoro sighed. It was an unspoken rule never to go through closed curtains, as it was the only thing that served as privacy barriers. She only wished there was more protecting their intimate moments than layers of cloth.
But all her concerns and nervousness scattered as Mitsuru knelt beside her and pulled his shirt off.
The daily labor in the fields made his body more muscular, his boyish figure slowly giving way to a more manly physique.
"You look amazing." Kokoro whispered, almost in awe.
Mitsuru frowned slightly and looked down at his body. "Me? No...my hands are getting rough with calluses and—"
"To me, you are." Kokoro said simply with a smile, but her tone brooked no argument.
Mitsuru gave a small smile then looked at her. "You're the amazing one."
He held a finger when she would have argued. Her shoulders shook slightly with laughter as she pulled his head down.
"I love the way you kiss." She whispered as their lips parted.
"Only my kiss?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Hmmm...fishing for compliments?"
"I don't have to." Mitsuru murmured smugly. "You'll tell me any time soon on your own."
Her mouth fell open slightly with surprise, speechless. Who would have thought he can be this arrogant?
"Is that so?" Kokoro murmured, gasping when he tickled her sides, making her squeal and squirm.
"Not so loud!" He cautioned her.
"Your fault!" Kokoro whispered, as if that will undo the noise she'd made earlier.
"You're just too adorable." Mitsuru brushed his lips against her hair. "I'm so...so glad you're mine."
Mine.
Just a single word. Yet the impact it had on her left her breathless.
"Mitsu—"
He touched her lips. "What did we discuss about that?"
Scrunching her nose, Kokoro almost pouted as she brushed his finger off her lips. But when she opened her mouth to protest her tongue met the soft thrust of his as their lips collided.
He withdrew his tongue just as quickly, but sucked her lower lip into his mouth. Kokoro shivered, her hands clenching against his shoulders. She always liked it when he does that.
Mitsuru reached behind her back, his fingers tracing the band of her bra as he fumbled for a bit as he figured out how to release it.
"Need my help?" Kokoro smiled up at him a bit impishly.
He leaned down and kissed her lush lips as he reached behind her with both hands. "Got this."
It was his turn to become speechless as she slid the straps off her shoulders and then slowly pulled the bra off her, revealing her breasts.
"Touch me." Kokoro invited softly when he knelt there as if stumped.
Mitsuru swallowed at the sudden knot that formed in his throat. She looked so much more stunning than his dreams could ever conjure.
He reached out to cup her, a small groan escaping his lips as he felt her soft weight, she was so warm, silky smooth especially around her pink tips.
Kokoro flinched slightly when he brushed his thumbs against her nipples, the tips hardened into tight buds right before his eyes.
As if drawn by a magnet, he leaned lower and brushed his lips against her nipple. The sharp, soft sound she made encouraged him to take more.
Her nipple was wet and swollen by the time he moved to the other one, his hands gently squeezing the luscious flesh.
Kokoro arched her body, offering herself to him, inciting his longing, his desire for more.
She bit her lip as his hands moved lower, brushing the mound between her legs with a gentle hand before tugging her underwear off.
Mitsuru released a long breath as he took in her nakedness. Though she kept her legs tightly closed together, there was a cute gap between her thighs, highlighting her feminine flesh.
He made a soothing sound when Kokoro flinched as he gently cupped her soft flesh, she was wet, so warm against his palm.
"Mitsu—"
"Hush." He halted her again from speaking his name. Kokoro thought it was unfair he wouldn't let her say his name but he would call hers, no matter how much it hurt him.
But when he began to move lower down her body, her thoughts scattered.
"What are you doing?" She gasped.
"Kissing you." She heard the smile in his voice, before he brushed his lips against her skin once more, moving even lower.
"My lips are up here." Kokoro tensed up as he paused below her navel, just a few inches away from her fleshy mound, lightly covered with a thin patch of blonde hair.
"Wait a bit." He smiled before brushing his lips against the tiny bump in her belly. "My baby grows in here." Mitsuru whispered, awe and reverence filled his voice.
Tears pricked her eyes when she heard the words, she stroked his hair tenderly and simply said, "Yes."
She smiled when he kissed the spot he thinks their baby would be. But when his lips moved lower, Kokoro gasped in protest. "I'm not sure wha—"
But he was. He kissed the soft mound to distract her while he gently grabbed her knees and drew her thighs apart.
Kokoro made an embarrassed sound when she realized how exposed she was, open and vulnerable.
"Don't be shy. Not with me, Kokoro." He winced at the pain in his head, but he was getting used to it by now. "Just getting myself acquainted with your sweet, secret place."
"But..."
His gaze grew intense as he looked at her nakedness. He wouldn't call the soft pink flesh between her legs as 'beautiful', such words describe her lovely face. But this...the emotions pulled by this secret part of her were far different. Attractive, alluring, exciting? Maybe all those things but hunger, longing also fit perfectly.
And then there was a darker emotion that threatened to drown out the rest. No word for it, he could only feel it. The urge to claim her.
Mitsuru blinked as if waking up from a trance, then took the indecision from her hands. Nuzzling his way down, he pressed a kiss on the silken folds, steadying her when Kokoro flinched from the shock with a gentle press of his palm. "Easy...I won't hurt you."
"It's not that!" Kokoro nearly whimpered. "It's just...so embarrassing."
Mitsuru smiled then licked her again. "Why? Am I not your husband? Besides we've done this before."
"We have?"
"How else did I get you pregnant?" Mitsuru laughed lightly as he looked up at her.
"That's not what I meant!" Kokoro blushed as she tried to find the words to express her feelings.
He glanced up as she propped herself up on her elbows. "You planning to watch?" Mitsuru grinned.
Kokoro opened her mouth to speak when the meaning of his words sank in.
"What? Oh no!" She almost shrieked, cheeks flaming red. How could she possibly watch him as he gets 'acquainted' with her most private place? "How can you ask such a thing?"
"Too bad." He was totally unapologetic. "I think I might have enjoyed that."
Between the curves of her breasts, she met his hot gaze. Before her scandalized eyes, he smiled.
As she looked at him, Mitsuru leaned lower. She felt his breath on her sensitive flesh before the touch of his tongue.
Kokoro flinched as he licked her first then slid through the soft folds.
She thought he would be repulsed, but instead, he seemed fascinated.
Mitsuru looked up at her, held her gaze as he ran his tongue around his lips, as if collecting every drop of her flavor. Kokoro blushed but couldn't look away. What was he doing to her?
"Do you want me to explain everything?" Mitsuru murmured teasingly as he kissed the soft folds of her sensitive flesh, before stroking her with the tip of his tongue. "I can show you how it works."
"That's not necess—" She cried out when he parted her with his fingers, exposing the deeper pink of her most secret place. She would have called his name again when he shocked her to the core as his tongue probed the tiny entrance at her center.
"What...what are you doing?" Kokoro tried to squirm away, but he held her hips steadily.
"Shhh..." He kissed her gently again. "Try to relax...Soon, you'll be taking in something harder and bigger than my tongue."
And just like that, a fragment of memory teased her consciousness. No, it was more an emotional response, her body knew what he meant, was even now preparing herself for him.
"That's it." Mitsuru murmured in encouragement. "Relax and open up for me..."
He squeezed her hip gently when she tried to call his name again. No, much as he loved hearing his name on her lips, pain has no place between them, especially right now.
Kokoro shivered when he brushed against a pearl of flesh set atop the slick, wet folds. Encouraged by her response, he touched her there again, flicking his tongue against the hard bud again and again. This must be what that book called clit...something. Mitsuru briefly remembered what little he'd read.
She gasped, her hands fisting against his hair. She tried to pull away, but he followed, sucking the sensitive nub into the heat of his mouth, driving her crazy.
She wanted to pull away. She wanted to shove her hips closer. Torn between the riot of emotions, she settled for a combination of the two, arching toward his mouth and then pulled away when the feeling got too intense.
"What are you doing to me?" She gasped again, it was an effort to even speak now.
"Making you feel good." Mitsuru whispered, then ran his tongue from the base of her sex to the top. Once. Twice. On the third stroke, he paused just to nudge and press his tongue teasing her clit where all sensations gathered.
"I like the way you taste." He whispered, then proceeded to eat her from top to bottom. One inch at a time, stealing her voice, her mind until she thought she'll surely go mad.
She should have been ashamed at what was happening. At the whole indecency of the situation. At the way she wanted him to go on. Instead, Kokoro closed her eyes and surrendered to the demands of her body.
It felt like she's about to go up in flames, if she didn't burst out of her skin first. He was making her feel too intensely, she's beginning to feel overwhelmed. All the while her woman's flesh throbbed and ached with an unrelenting emptiness. She has never felt this way before...or has she?
But soon her thoughts melted away as Mitsuru went from nibbling at her entire soft flesh to concentrating at the top. His tongue stroked at the sensitive knot of flesh, and the breath left her body in a soundless scream. He did it again, a firm wet nudge, and Kokoro flinched from the intense feeling.
"Mitsu—" She cupped her mouth, stopping herself.
He rewarded her with more pleasure. Making her writhe and tremble as he stroked her sensitive spot again and again.
With every lash of his hot tongue, need raged through her body, until she silently screamed his name with each breath, pleading for something she has no name for.
Sensing that something was missing, Mitsuru tentatively rubbed her clit with his thumb. The effect on Kokoro was immediate.
"Right there...please." She squirmed against him, arching her hips as she answered his queries. "Yes it feels good...please don't stop!"
"Like that?" Mitsuru asked as he continued rubbing her.
"Harder," she begged. "Oh please, harder." He did it again, tentatively adding a bit more pressure. He could tell from the way her head tossed that it wasn't enough, but damn, she was so delicate, he didn't want to hurt her.
But just when he thought he should try something else, without any warning, her body convulsed and Kokoro arched her hips into his face, grinding and screaming, her body jerking in powerful spasms.
He almost came at the sound of her gratification.
"No more! No more!" Kokoro cried, trying to pull away from his head. Mitsuru licked her a few more times before shuffling up to undress.
Her eyes went wide as he dragged his boxers down his hips, baring his hard flesh into full view.
That is going inside me? She thought a bit panicked. How could it possibly fit?
But as he had said earlier, they've done this before. He would find a way to fit inside.
While her mind tried to come terms with what looked like an impossibility, her body clenched with need. Kokoro gasped as the ache in her flesh intensified, the emptiness felt almost unbearable.
"It will be alright." Mitsuru whispered, his voice almost hoarse. "I won't harm you." He reached down to stroke her cheek gently.
Kokoro looked at him, felt her apprehension melt away, somehow she knew he was right. "I trust you." She whispered as he took hold of her knees and positioned himself, nudging at the tiny entrance to her body.
"No." Mitsuru breathed, as he gripped her hip, immobilizing her. "Don't look away." He held her gaze as he slowly pressed against her.
Kokoro gasped as the pressure on her soft flesh increased. A steady demand for entrance. He felt so huge, so hard, she wondered how they'd fit.
"No, don't tense up," Mitsuru whispered. "Just relax."
She forced herself to unclench her fists and held on to his arms. The pressure increased, a soft cry escaped her lips as there was a sudden give and then an incredible feeling of fullness.
He was in.
"Easy...just a bit more." Mitsuru said through clenched teeth. Beads of sweat trailed down the side of his face, a silent testimony to the rigid control he exerted on himself.
Kokoro looked up at him, reaching up to touch his cheek. The boy she loved...the father of her child.
"Kiss me, please." She whispered, wanting nothing more at that moment than that act of affection.
He cupped the back of her neck, then leaned down to kiss her deeply.
"Love you..." He whispered against her lips, distracting her with soft kisses as he pressed into her deeper, so achingly slow that she felt him slide in, inch by inch.
"Mitsu—" she tried but he stopped her with his mouth, she could only silently scream his name as the thick, hard flesh slid deeper.
"You're so tight..." He whispered, his breath suddenly heavier.
His eyes opened when she asked, "Is that bad?"
Mitsuru shook his head and kissed her again. "No, you're just perfect."
"I don't think...I can take more." Kokoro whispered uncertainly, looking between their bodies and saw that a good half of him was still unsheathed.
But she knew she would. For him. For herself. Because she wanted this. No matter what.
"You can." He told her, increasing the pressure. "You will."
He pressed in a bit more. The lining of her soft flesh pushed against him, gripping and dragging. The intimate friction was almost too much.
"Were we like this before?" Kokoro gasped as he bore down on her. Mitsuru closed his eyes and groaned as her flesh gave and he sank a little deeper.
"In my dreams..." Mitsuru breathed as he pulled back to look at her eyes. "We were wild and uninhibited...like animals."
She gasped at the revelation. "Animals?"
"Don't worry about it." Mitsuru kissed her shocked mouth before bending lower to suckle her breast.
Gradually his actions grew rougher, more primitive as his control slipped by the second. And he brought her with him.
She cried out but encouraged him to go on as he began to nibble her nipple, alternating between sucking and biting her.
Kokoro felt the tension raging beneath his skin, making his muscles tremble, and perspiration beaded his skin. An equally primitive response echoed within her. She felt him pulsing inside her, moving gently as if afraid she would break. It wasn't enough, only made her frustration burn higher.
She didn't want to be something so precious and venerated. She wanted to be his.
Kokoro took the decision out of his hands. She braced her feet against the futon and arched upward, tried to push him deeper inside her.
"Kokoro!" His voice sounded agonized but whether from the pain in his head or his shattered control, neither of them can tell. As in that moment, he'd crossed the point of no return.
As if he couldn't bear any more, Mitsuru growled low in his throat, clasped her hips and wrenched her closer. She felt him spear through her soft flesh. Before she could register any discomfort, he'd pulled out and penetrated her again. On the next thrust, she thought he'd rip her in two, the next thrust was harder and deeper, she could only arch her hips in surrender.
Kokoro writhed in his arms as if electrified, whether to get away or pull him closer, she no longer knew. The force of his thrusts brought an avalanche of sensations she wasn't prepared to handle. Too intense, too strong, just too much.
It excited and scared her at the same time.
"Mine," Mitsuru growled as he continued to thrust into her, his mouth claimed her breasts, tugging at her nipple with teeth that was almost too rough.
"Yes." Kokoro responded, arching her neck in a gesture of submission.
He lifted her feet until her ankles were hooked around his waist. "That's it..." he growled again, holding himself against her as she worked to get the last inches of his hard flesh inside her. "Take it all...all the way in."
She couldn't and had her looking up at him with frustration.
"Let me..." Mitsuru whispered, kissing her lips before leaning back to hold the backs of her knees and slowly pressed her legs towards her breasts, spreading her open even wider.
Kokoro gasped as she lay completely open and vulnerable to his touch but didn't protest.
Held down against the futon, she could do nothing but receive him as he drove his hard flesh into her body, grinding her clit on the downstroke, forcing her to take the last inches, watched the wonder in her eyes as she finally took in all of him.
"You're mine." He breathed, his green eyes glittered with something wild, so primitive, so elemental...
Kokoro gasped as he pulled all the way out and with one, smooth deep thrust, re-seated himself to the hilt. He has truly and finally opened up her body to receive him.
She could only look up at him, at his intense green eyes, silently screaming his name, as with slow, deliberate, ruthless persistence, he did it again, and again until her body trembled in helpless spasms. Her whole world shattered and Kokoro surrendered herself over to his possession as her orgasm raged through her body.
Feeling the soft contractions that gripped him so exquisitely, Mitsuru finally let go. His hard flesh jerked within her, seeking her deepest core as spurt after spurt of semen filled her pliant body.
Wrapping her arms around him, Kokoro held Mitsuru tightly as he groaned harshly against her neck, while his body shuddered and emptied into hers.
A long sigh escaped her lips, for the first time in memory, she felt like she finally belonged.
-o-
"Where is Mitsuru?" Zorome grumbled, seeing that he's not among the group of volunteers who headed to Mistilteinn to gather needed soil and plants for their food production.
"Fawning over Kokoro, what else?" Miku shook her head. "Anyways, stop slacking. Have you found the entrance yet?"
Zorome was about to shot back another reply when the wall beneath his hands gave in. "We found the place!"
As members of squad 13 walked into what used to be their old home, nostalgia hit them.
They were amazed how the place remained lush and green, a stark difference to the desolate desert around them.
"It was dying back then, but now..."
"It's like a miracle." Ikuno said as she picked up a few books she'd found.
Zorome sat on his haunches as he looked at the writing he did on the day before Mitsuru and Kokoro's wedding. It was the last happy day they had in this place.
"We went through a lot here, huh?" He murmured.
"Maybe Mistilteinn kept this safe for us, so we'd return." Miku said.
"I thought he'd be eager to see our old home." Zorome mumbled.
"Well, it's not like the same for him anymore." Goro looked up at the remains of the boarding house as both he and Ichigo stared at the bird symbol Zero Two painted. "After all, his memories of this place has been altered."
"Alright kids, don't do anything dangerous!" Nana called out from a distance.
"Let's get to work." Ichigo said. Hiro and Zero Two gave up their lives for them, the least they can do is make sure their sacrifice wasn't in vain.
-o-
Mitsuru wasn't fawning over Kokoro, though he wanted to. Unfortunately, the group of girls has come over again. He wanted to drive them away, not wanting to share her with anyone, but he restrained his irrational impulse.
He could only hold her hand, and look at her. Can't even say the things on his mind due to lack of privacy. He silently consigned her new friends to the farthest reaches of the earth.
Just then New Nana came to visit.
"It's getting big." She said with a smile after the regular exchange of niceties. She was looking at Kokoro's midsection. "We must get some maternity clothes for you."
"Yes please." Mitsuru agreed at once, her uniform has been getting tighter around the waist.
"I can alter my clothes to give more room." Kokoro said, smiling up at New Nana. "I...I don't want any special treatment."
"Ah, but as the first pregnancy, we must do everything right, to set a good example." New Nana said.
"Um, okay." Kokoro smiled at Mitsuru. But before he could touch her, her new friend suddenly spoke. "I've been meaning to ask, but why do the two of you have that thing on your fingers?"
Kokoro looked down at her left hand and touched her ring. "It was a symbol of our vows." She explained.
"Vows?"
"Yeah, Hiro said it's called a 'Wedding'. A ceremony between two people where they vow to love each other and never part until death."
"So you two made that promise?" The girl asked. "That sounds so nice."
Mitsuru was clearly discomfited with the conversation, he was never one to talk about sappy stuff. Kokoro smiled at him and squeezed his hand as if in comfort.
"I thought you'd join the others on their trip back to Mistilteinn." She asked him, changing the subject.
Mitsuru wanted to say that he'd rather be with her, but mindful of their audience, he simply said, "Goro said they have more than enough volunteers, someone should stay here and keep an eye on things."
He had run the place while they were in space, so in their absence, Mitsuru automatically picked up the reins.
He touched her stomach, feeling the soft curve of her bump under his palm, still as fascinated no matter how many times he'd done this. Then sucked in a breath when he realized he has forgotten the girls beside them, watching with interest.
"Um, I'll be off then." He almost stuttered in embarrassment. Cursing the intruders once again.
"I'll see you later." Kokoro said with a smile.
-o-
His curse backfired. Instead of driving away the girls, they have multiplied even more in the next few months.
Mitsuru groaned as he saw the group of girls sitting with his wife as she taught them how to sew.
What should he do to drive them away? He thought in frustration. Seems like the only privacy they could get was at night, and even then they have to be quiet...how many times has he covered her mouth when all he wanted was to hear her soft cries?
The lack of privacy was slowly driving him crazy.
"Um...is there anything I can do for you?" He asked meekly, hoping she'd understand that he wanted her to walk off with him, away from the infuriating bunch of girls.
But Kokoro misunderstood his question for concern of her well being. "You shouldn't worry so much about me. I'll be fine." She said gently.
"But—"
"Kokoro!" The sound of Futoshi and Zorome as they ran in carrying some canisters made Mitsuru want to kick something. Great, just great! More intruders!
"Kokoro eat this!" Futoshi presented his can of food.
"No fair! Eat this too!" Zorome grumbled beside him.
"We asked Nana and she said it's okay to bring this to you. You should eat all the nutrients you could get."
Kokoro smiled and thanked them. Their friends were all as excited as they were for the baby's arrival.
"Now it's back to the fields." Zorome said as he and Futoshi looked at each other in silent communication.
They began to drag a reluctant Mitsuru away.
"Hey! Hold on a sec!" He protested.
"C'mon there's still time before the baby is born." Futoshi said matter-of-factly.
"Wait!" Mitsuru groaned inwardly, knowing now wasn't the time. He'll have to talk to Kokoro about this later.
"Then, I'm off." He told her before reluctantly letting his friends drag him away.
"I'll see you later." Kokoro smiled at him, "take care."
Miku looked at the whole exchange without saying a word. When the boys were out of sight, she looked at her friend.
"Hey Kokoro, how exactly did you get pregnant?"
Kokoro almost pricked herself with the needle. "Um, what do you mean?"
"Yeah." One of the girls chimed in. "You told us that Mitsuru is the father, but how exactly did that happen? How did you two make a baby?"
When Kokoro turned beet red, Miku was even more intrigued. "Out with it! You know something we don't!"
"Um...why don't you ask Nana, she has all the information." Kokoro smiled sheepishly.
"Ugh, she'll explain it to us like she's reciting the old penal code." Miku grumbled. "Besides you've experienced it yourself, that makes it more interesting to hear."
Kokoro was at a loss how to fend them off, when she remembered how Mitsuru handled the boys when they ganged up on him on the same topic.
"You know what? I have a copy of the book that can answer all your questions better than I ever could." Kokoro smiled as a round of protest filled the air.
"I..." She looked up at them, hoping they'd understand. "It's not something I can openly discuss. The act involves great intimacy between the two people."
"More intimate than kissing?" Someone asked.
"Yes." Kokoro confirmed, "definitely more than kissing."
For the group of girls who would blush at the mere thought of kissing someone, they somewhat grasped the gravity of her words.
"Alright." Miku pressed, "How much more intimate than kissing?"
Kokoro hesitated, then thought about her answer. "Let's just say it gets more physical than kissing."
Maybe later, when sex was no longer a mystery to them, she'd be more comfortable discussing such things, but for now, she can't make herself describe the things she and Mitsuru do between the sheets.
-o-
As the day of her baby's birth came closer, Kokoro moved to one of the rooms in the infirmary. Her back ached more often now, and Mitsuru tried to ease her discomfort with massages.
On the day she went on labor, Mitsuru was on his way from Mistilteinn, having gathered some herbs that would help Kokoro heal faster.
He was shocked out of his wits when the first person who saw him arrive back at the Nest shouted that Kokoro was about to give birth.
Panting, though his lungs burned from the exertion and his legs threatened to cave in, Mitsuru rushed to the infirmary. A group of male friends stood outside the door, waiting for the news.
As the baby's father, he was the only boy allowed into the room. Mitsuru was a bit shocked to see so many girls inside, but then all his attention was drawn to Kokoro. She's safe, that's all that mattered to him.
Kokoro looked at him with a tired but joyous smile. "Look, there's your papa." She whispered to their child.
Mitsuru could only stare at the living miracle before him. Unable to believe that this baby was his.
He reached out a tentative finger to touch her when the baby grasped it with her tiny, little hand.
That broke his emotional dam, and unable to fight off the emotions, Mitsuru could only give in to the tears that freely flowed down his cheeks. She is so precious. They are both so precious to him.
-Epilogue-
Though she fussed over each child and took care of them equally, there was a certain light in her eyes when Kokoro looked at Hana, their youngest daughter. She was the female version of him, down to the green eyes, dark hair, and mannerisms.
Her name meant 'Flower', because Miku, who has always been Kokoro's confidante, has told them that their relationship started in the greenhouse.
Mitsuru knew that they shouldn't be having favorites, and he adored all his kids, but sometimes it can't be helped. The same way Ai was his favorite, because she looked so much like her mother aside from the color of his eyes she had inherited.
Their little boy was like seeing a male version of Kokoro, as friendly and as unafraid as she must have been at that age.
Mitsuru pulled his wife closer to his body as they gazed at their sleeping children. A simple, quiet contentment enveloping them both as their fingers entwined.
"Papa..." Kokoro whispered as she slowly brought his hand below her navel. Though it was still flat, not as flat as when she was a young girl, yet still fit for her age and stature, the gesture took his breath away.
No matter if it's the second time, or the fourth time, the quiet announcement of a new child was always a joyous blessing. He only wished they have received the news of Ai's conception with more joy than shock. He smiled in remembrance.
"I hope she'll look exactly like her mother...like Ai." Mitsuru whispered against her ear as Kokoro leaned against him.
"No papa...this one is a boy." Kokoro whispered, "Not sure how, but I'm fairly certain. I hope he'll look exactly like you."
He kissed her nape, more easily accessed now that she has cut her hair short. "Are you happy?"
"Yes." Kokoro replied softly. "You complete my world."
A/N: Regarding the name Hana, it isn't canon. I just thought the name fits. ;)
I hope the fluff/vanilla smut wasn't too sappy. lol It's not easy to write smut, even harder when the people involved aren't supposed to know the terms let alone know what they're supposed to be doing. Egad! My muse will probably hide somewhere after this. lol
Dang, I don't know why I felt kinda sad ending this, I think because I have to go through the same emotions I felt when I watched the last episode. It was so bittersweet!
As an anime, not sure I'd recommend DitF to my friends, heresy I know. lol but the last episodes kinda messed up the series, I realized it the more I tried to analyze its world-building, and I'm not really that picky, it doesn't have to be complicated or mind-blowing or even unique, it just have to make sense, and unfortunately DitF opened so many plotholes on its universe that had me scratching my head.
I still love MitsuKoko, that's for sure. I don't really need deep, complicated characters to fall in love, they just have to make sense in my head. haha. And these two definitely makes me smile. I still stand by my honest opinion, they're the best part of DitF. :D
To adamheyman - please don't feed my muse any more crazy ideas, she's whacked up already as it is. lol
To all future readers and reviewers, thank you and hope this was a fun read, a pleasant escape from the daily grind of life. Much love!