A/N: Thank you so much for everyone who've read and reviewed this fic so far! Here's a short update, I hope you guys'll like it as much as the previous chapters :)
Disclaimer: NO.6 isn't mine.
8. The Mother, I
Karan had heard Shion's yell, despite the roaring thunder and downpour.
She had known that Shion would be standing under the rain for some time after the yell, just like usual. She had let him.
What she hadn't expected, was, a figure of a boy—man? He seemed like he was around Shion's age, or slightly older—standing outside some distance away outside the window of from her bedroom, which was located right below Shion's.
Even drenched wet, he looked extraordinarily attractive. Under the murky sky and the curtain of raindrops, she couldn't really determine what colour his hair was—it was almost black, but not exactly; was it dark grey? Dark blue? Dark brown?—but she could distinctly notice how brilliantly grey his eyes were. They were so beautiful, almost pearl-like.
Any other person, she would have been screaming 'burglar!' or at least alert her beloved son of this stranger's presence. However, at the sight of the boy beyond the window, something tugged at her mind. She felt like he was there for a reason.
Also, she vaguely remembered that face from six years ago...
That kid.
That escaped criminal from the Correctional Facility in the news six years ago. The one Shion had protected, causing their being banished from this very house to the Lost Town.
Nezumi.
Karan was a sensible woman, and a loving mother. She was also proud to deem herself as one who understands her son better than he thought she would.
After she had taken a glimpse of the boy outside her window, as well as knowing the fact that her boy was upstairs on the balcony, she did what she thought was going to happen next.
She cooked dinner.
For three.
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