His mother smiled at that, leaning in and kissing Haruno on the cheek, a small lipstick stain on the pale skin.
"Good boy."
And for that smile, Haruno felt like he could do anything, because his mother was barely ever here, and when she was, she was usually with padre, and padre, padre didn't, padre didn't.
So Haruno learned to smile, because he knew that on the rare occasions that his mother paid attention to him, she smiled when he did, and he never wanted to be disagreeable. Never.
"Well, I'm going to go meet up with my girlfriends again, okay? Your padre will be back soon, make sure to say hello to him for me. Okay?"
Another peck, and the scent of flowers wafted, leaving a breeze, and Haruno opened his mouth--
Mom, padre hits me when you're gone, he doesn't like me, he says that I'm not his son, he hits me, he
"Okay."
"Good boy."
And for that smile Haruno would do anything, would never be disagreeable, would never ask for his mother to tuck him into bed, because he didn't want to be a bother, he never wanted to be a bother, never wanted his mother to be upset with him.
"Good night, madre."
(He remembered one day, a long time ago when his mother jokingly asked him if he needed her to stay, and he had said no because he knew that his mother would smile and call him a good boy, a strong boy, and that meant more to him than anything, but that night he had stayed up until the morning because he couldn't sleep, because the dark wanted to make him cry, and if he cried he would be disagreeable. And he never, never, ever, ever wanted to be that way.)
"Good boy."
And for that smile, Haruno felt like he could do anything, because his mother was barely ever here, and when she was, she was usually with padre, and padre, padre didn't, padre didn't.
So Haruno learned to smile, because he knew that on the rare occasions that his mother paid attention to him, she smiled when he did, and he never wanted to be disagreeable. Never.
"Well, I'm going to go meet up with my girlfriends again, okay? Your padre will be back soon, make sure to say hello to him for me. Okay?"
Another peck, and the scent of flowers wafted, leaving a breeze, and Haruno opened his mouth--
Mom, padre hits me when you're gone, he doesn't like me, he says that I'm not his son, he hits me, he
"Okay."
"Good boy."
And for that smile Haruno would do anything, would never be disagreeable, would never ask for his mother to tuck him into bed, because he didn't want to be a bother, he never wanted to be a bother, never wanted his mother to be upset with him.
"Good night, madre."
(He remembered one day, a long time ago when his mother jokingly asked him if he needed her to stay, and he had said no because he knew that his mother would smile and call him a good boy, a strong boy, and that meant more to him than anything, but that night he had stayed up until the morning because he couldn't sleep, because the dark wanted to make him cry, and if he cried he would be disagreeable. And he never, never, ever, ever wanted to be that way.)
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