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Marvel: Deleted Scene
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Yuuki discovered that having an eighteen month old boy was an adventure. Kain could run. Kain liked to run. Or rather, waddle exceptionally fast. The young mother would put him down for a second and he would be off. Doing what, she could never work out. But off he went, giggling and calling her from around corners.
"Ma!" The little boy cried, sticking his dark head around the corner of the lounge wall, grabbing his mothers attention.
She had been looking for a piece of the puzzle they had been doing and looked up, smiled warmly and got to her feet. Yuuki chased after her toddler and caught him in the hallway. She swept him into her arms and kissed his cheek as they skidded to a halt.
Kyoya saw the pair from his study. They were briefly in the doorway and then gone again. The man pushed up his glasses and smiled. It was raining heavily outside and he had a lot of work to do. Normally, he would be the one ensuring that Kain didn't end up on the back of a milk carton while Yuuki made them both smile. Things had been stressful of late. Kain had been sick for a good week and had kept his parents awake all hours of the night as they comforted him through a fever. Kyoya had also been busy; the former with some psychology papers she was writing to keep herself occupied when she was at home with Kain, the latter with a mountain of paperwork that came in when complications arose with a new system. As much as he tried to find time for his wife and son, it seemed to disappear before he could grab onto it. Work kept attacking him. Yuuki knew it would pass, but she did miss him. More than she let on. Kain helped very much, but when he was sleeping or on a play-date, the house seemed very empty and/or tired.
Kyoya was thinking about this when a small force whacked him repeatedly in the thigh. It wasn't an abusive force, but rather a misconstrued act of affection. The Ootori looked down and smiled. Kain raised his arms to his father and stared at him with expectant grey eyes. The man lifted his son into his lap and let him cling to his collar and burry his dark head into his neck as he laughed happily.
"Hello, Kain. You're not tired?" Kyoya glanced at the time. It wasn't bed time yet, but it was getting there.
Kain shook his head and looked his father in the face. He could speak, but he seemed to like the quiet of thought.
"Where's mom?"
At this, the toddler smiled. He continued to cling to his dads shirt as he lifted his other hand to his mouth in a guilty manner.
"Are you hiding?"
Nodding.
"Okay." Kyoya smoothed the boys hair down and kissed him on the forehead. "Our secret."
"Okay." Kain replied, settling into his father's chest and turning around clumsily to face the door.
The Ootori had to alter his sons position on his lap but eventually they got there. He continued working like that, his laptop screen obscuring the bundle 'hiding' in his possession.
Yuuki appeared in the doorway. "Have you -." She stopped, breathed and smiled.
Kyoya glanced up. Kain hadn't noticed the intruder left; he was much too comfortable and much too happy. Not that he didn't love his mother, but rather that he needed to be with his father. The little boy was leaning forward, his palms on the desk and his face sucking in the images on the screen. Yuuki met her husband's eye and nodded silently. Kain would stay with him for a while. She smiled directly at Kyoya and moved silently from sight, leaving the father son pair together.
Kyoya pushed his glasses up and kissed his son on the back of the head before placing a steady hand on his stomach and pulling the toddlers body against his torso so he could work. An hour later, Kain was fast asleep and slumped against the head Ootori's shoulder. Kyoya had stopped working and had wrapped his arm around his son's body and was watching him sleep. There was something so precious about holding your own child that the man had to pause and marvel at it before moving back to Kain. The little boy looked peaceful, warm and welcoming; like he knew he was safe. This gave his father a very satisfied feeling. Like he'd achieved something greater than earning his highest dollar. Yuuki gave him that feeling, and so did his son. And they didn't even try.
A lot of couples look at the stress in their lives and see it as the stress of the rest of their lives. There is this perception that couples will forever be tired after having children. They will forever be wiping up disgusting things. Forever enduring screaming and yelling and taking kids to school. That they will have no time for each other and that their love will die. It's a permanent mindset to a temporary lifestyle. Children, sadly, grew up. Like Peter Pan, they learned to fly. They went to soccer practice in your car and then they got their own. You cried on their first day of school and shed a tear on the last. No one should expect life to ever be the same after having a child, but no one should expect it to be worse than it was. It's just different, and we need to acknowledge that even when it's hard. Even when it's tiring.
Its nearly the same with marriage. How many times have you heard a negative marriage joke? The lifestyle changes, but it does not degrade. Kyoya had realised this and allowed himself into it. Allowed Yuuki into it. Allowed Kain into it. It was hard, but no one said it would be easy.
Kyoya powered his computer down, dismissing his work until the next day. He would be in his office, not in his home. Work would be work, not time away.
A soft noise came from the lounge. Yuuki was playing her piano. She didn't play accurately, anyone could do that. She played with her imagination and sometimes it didn't work, but often it came out special.
The Ootori shifted Kain's face into the curve of his neck and lifted the boy up into his arms as he stood, making sure that he stayed asleep. Kyoya wandered through to where his wife was and watched her, his hand on the back of Kain's head and his expression warm. Yuuki looked up and noticed them. The man kissed his son on the temple and let his wife and loved know that he was going to tuck the boy in. She smiled at him and watched him slip away. A moment later, she slipped away after him.
Kain slept like a log. He was almost as bad as his father. Yuuki said so as she joined them in the nursery.
Kyoya was laying the toddler into his crib when she appeared at his side. The room was an inky blue, only obstructed by the white glow of a nightlight in the far corner. The girl ran her fingers over her son's hair, brushing it off his face. Kyoya put an arm around her and leant it on the edge of the crib, trapping her there.
"I'm sorry it's been so hectic." He said quietly, turning his face to her.
"You don't control the universe." Came the reply. "I like our baby. He's so nice." She pressed her nose against Kyoya's jaw. "I like you too. You're nice too."
The man smiled. "As weird as it sounds, I'll miss this time."
"We're too young to miss time."
"Mm."
"But me too." Came the soft reply. Yuuki kissed the corner of his mouth gently. "I know it sucks right now. You're tired; I'm tired, Kain was sick. You're busy and stressed. We've been fighting...or, you've been trying to fight and I've been ignoring resolutions."
"I could never work that out."
"If I ignore them, maybe they'll go away."
They were whispering quietly even though Kain would sleep through their normal conversation. The pair was looking at their son, astonished at how much they loved him even when it was hard to feel positive.
Kyoya pressed his forehead against his wife's hair and exhaled slowly. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." She replied honestly.
"You too." He turned her head to him and kissed her.
Loving anything means that you instantly have a weak point. Yet, at the same time, it strengthens you and gives you opportunity to learn. To love is a gift. It makes you feel like a superhero – it makes you want to be a superhero. It sets you free as you give yourself to someone else. It's not complicated, but it's hard to understand.
Late that night, Kyoya wasn't entirely sure that he understood it; but he was getting there. He felt it and knew it and was so deep within it that it felt like a really good book. Sometimes you aren't supposed to understand the processes until the conclusion; you're supposed to enjoy it and not fight against reality. Fight against the things that make reality dark, but don't fight the base point unless it's broken. Hang onto it. Problems don't disappear when you love someone, but they get a new perspective.
Yuuki usually drifted off before her husband. He liked to watch her sleep. There was something precious about holding her as she slept. Kyoya had to marvel at this before returning to his wife. She looked peaceful, warm and welcoming. Her face was turned up slightly so that her breath washed up Kyoya's neck. He had an arm under and around her waist. His other hand was free to trace her hair off her features and rest somewhere near her pale shoulder blades. The man felt satisfied. Like he'd achieved something greater than earning his highest dollar. It was different to the feeling he had for his son, but it was no less intense. He had two people who gave so much without expecting anything in return; they didn't even try to be the way they were. They just were. That, in itself, was a marvel.
Little did the Ootori know, his wife held the same opinion about him and her son; just from a different perspective. The depth and nuance was the same for each. Equal and not competitive. As if her heart had grown to love as opposed to delegated where she could give the feeling to.
Kain was truly blessed to have parents like them. Every child who has parents who remember to love and remember to live their lives is a blessed child. You can't say just because they don't have this or that or because their parents don't get on that they are disabled. There are too many disabled children in society; just as many as there are healthy who think themselves confined. Humans need to work-getup and face things through more than a computer screen. Beauty is best perceived when viewed through the trials of reality.
Kyoya ran his fingers down Yuuki's spine and exhaled slowly, relaxing for the first time in a week. It had taken a while, but he had finally reached the point where it was possible. It wasn't because he was superhuman, but rather that the people he was with had made him so. They had changed his whole life. Given him the power to take on tall buildings and feel invincible; feel like there was something worth fighting for. It was a marvel of humanity – one that superman himself would have to fight to achieve.
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A super human heart beats in me
Nothing can stop me here with you since I've been flying and writing the wrongs
Feels almost like I've had it all along; I can see tomorrow
Well every problem is gone because I flew everywhere with love inside of me
It's unbelievable to see how love can set me free
I'm feeling all super human, you did this to me
A super human heart beats in me
Nothing can stop me here with you
(Chris Brown ft. Keri Hilson, Superhuman)
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I couldn't help myself; I had to write them again for old time's sake. Sorry if it's getting old. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and got something out of it.
I'm currently writing a Bleach story. It's very different to my usual plots/characters and I find myself challenged. For example, I don't swear. At all. However, the character I'm writing with (Grimmjow) has a potty mouth so bad that you need to take him outside once a day and wash it with soap. It's a really harsh environment to write, but we'll see how it goes. Fingers crossed.
Anyway. Thanks for reading, please leave a review and let me know what you thought.
Blessings,
Peterpauper.
P.S) For those who didn't get the pun, Marvel is the company that publishes Superhero Comics.