[Fluff-o-thon] Bright-Eyed When Young - Fanfic
Written for the fluff-o-thon: assorted drabbles about some of the characters as children. Might be either less than fluffy or overflowingly so. All drabbles are rated G.
Samurai Deeper KYO is copyrighted property of Kamijou Akimine.
1.
"Come forward. What is your name?"
"My - my name is Shinrei! Er, Fubuki-sama."
"Shinrei. Do you know who I am?"
"Yes, I do! I saw you perform the Water Dance during the last festival. It was so pretty!"
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Very much."
"Come over here. There, that's better. Would you like to be able to perform it too someday?"
"Oh, I would love to! Will - will you teach me?"
"I'm a very strict teacher, and the Water Dance is not easy to master."
"I can do it! If you're willing to teach me, I'll be the best of pupils, I promise!"
"You're a good boy. We shall see what we can do about your future lessons."
"Thank you! And Fubuki-sama?"
"What is it, Shinrei?"
"If I need to grow my hair so it looks like yours, can I start now?"
2.
There is something important I'm going to tell you on your twelfth birthday, Nozomu said to her, so Yuya did a cursory mental calculation (she did all kinds of counting in a flash, a talent she found more convenient than pride-inspiring). Seven more months to go.
The days passed, and Nozomu made no remark about the gradually dropping temperature; Yuya was already busy mending their clothes. Nozomu went on a sturdiness inspection tour around their house - winter was still many weeks away, but he had learned to be cautious in all things, a habit he hoped he could lose one day.
One morning he woke up to a neatly laid breakfast table. He started a little before recalling the date, and how he had only mentioned it to Yuya once.
She beamed at him as he took his seat across her. Happy birthday, Nozomu-niisama, she said brightly.
Thank you very much, Yuya, he replied, touched and absurdly shaken.
You're welcome. Now eat up before it gets cold.
He picked up the chopsticks, thinking of the clothes. He was sure Yuya would know what to do with hers if he gave her a set of new ones on her special day this coming spring.
3.
Hishigi was sitting on the porch and making notes when Muramasa came out. He sat down next to Hishigi, who then noticed the bundle nestled in the crook of Muramasa's arm.
"Hitoki's daughter," he said.
Muramasa smiled. "And just in time, I see. Here's another living, budding thing you can include in your notes."
Hishigi's visible eye rested briefly on the small pinkish face. "She looks a bit like you," he murmured, not offering to take the baby.
"I should hope she'd grow up to look more like her mother. Oh, she's awake. Tokito, would you like Hishigi to hold you for a moment?"
"She would urinate on my clothes, or, even more conceivably, my notes."
"She would do no such thing. Any child of Fubuki's knows what first impressions mean. Here you go. See how happy she is to have met you?"
"It is gas, nothing more." Hishigi handed the baby back to Muramasa. "Hitoki ought to take a walk with the child - in the garden when the weather is warm, for instance. It would be beneficial to both of them."
"Did you hear that, Tokito? Hishigi wants you to be healthy, strong and loved."
Hishigi returned to perusing the sheets of paper on his lap. New uncles were, by and large, a lost cause.