"Hehee finally a home, an empty home..." Makoto approached the small house, stumbling slightly. "An open door..." she reached out to the door.
"M- mom... mom..." the sound of a crying child made her open her eyes. Right now, this was the most intriguing thing about this empty house. "A voice..." the sound was coming from outside, somewhere near this small house. Makoto began to cautiously scan the surroundings, ears perked up.
Exhausted, the dried blood on her washed away by the rain. "I'll find you, voice hehehee." Her steps were small and slow. She was at the peak of hunger now; she had no idea how many days had passed. And there he was; a crying boy leaning against the wall.
"You..." Makoto could see the traces of blood on him. Makoto stood in front of the crying child. The child lifted his head, looking at Makoto with teary eyes, bewildered.
"You..." Makoto reached out her hand to the child. The child couldn't respond, still under the influence. Makoto smiled. She crouched down towards the child. "I can see... we're together, we're parents, we'll do what parents do..." Makoto placed her hands on the child's cheeks. The child was frozen. Still, there was no reaction to Makoto's approaching face. Before their lips touched, Makoto paused. "You're mine." Their lips met and they stayed pressed together for a while.
The boy's eyes opened to this sensation. This was entirely different from what that man had done. This feeling was beautiful. It soothed him.
"Muahh..." Makoto smiled at the boy's face. "I- I hope you liked it."
"M- m- m- mom," the child got stuck on a single word.
"Then I'm Mom Makoto, what's your name, dad?"
"M- mom I- I..."
Makoto stood up. "I guess... hmm how do adults say it? We need to heal your tongue. I think that's logical." Makoto smiled at the child. She had forgotten all her fatigue. "Come on, follow me, dear dad." Makoto beckoned the child with her hand.
The child nodded, using the wall protrusions for support as he got up.
"Come, hold my hand." Makoto reached out her hand to the child. This time, the child decided to hold Makoto's hand. Makoto felt like a lost angel to him.
As Makoto dragged the child along, her pink hair swayed in the rain with happiness. At first, the child was content with just watching Makoto.
"But come on, dear dad, this is our day hahahaa just ours." With her violet eyes looking at him, he felt the ice within him melting. Who was this girl? Why was she acting like this? And why did he feel close to her?
Makoto started running. "Join me, dear dad. I said this is our day." The child finally caught up with Makoto's energy. A smile formed on his face, the old blue color returning to his lifeless pupils. Makoto was finally happy that she managed to captivate the child. She reached out her other hand to him. The child nodded, holding her other hand too.
They started spinning around happily under the rain. Makoto was happy because the child was happy. The child was happy because Makoto was happy.
"Oh by the way, I- I..."
Makoto suddenly stopped. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the child. "Yes, you you you..." she was impatient. The child got excited but couldn't finish his sentence.
Realizing that his gaze wouldn't be released, the child knew he had to say it now. "I... I... I'm Kenshin," his voice was quite hesitant.
Makoto clapped her hands in joy. "Pleased to meet you. My life partner." Makoto quickly jumped onto Kenshin's neck. Kenshin felt warmth from someone other than his mother for the first time. Makoto had taken the second place after his father. His father had never given him warmth.
Kenshin hesitantly opened his arms. Should he respond to Makoto's hug? He was very unsure, what should he do?
Noticing this, Makoto approached Kenshin's ear. "I'm yours, and you're mine... Kenshin-chan." Kenshin felt a tremor inside him, but it was a pleasant tremor. The tremor caused by Makoto whispering in his ear felt wonderful.
Kenshin wrapped his arms around Makoto's waist. Makoto, along with this, happily toppled Kenshin to the ground. Together, they became soaked in a big puddle.
"Hahahaa today is the most beautiful day, Kenshin." Makoto threw herself next to Kenshin, lying in the puddle. Kenshin's peace was gone when he saw the wounds on Makoto, but he couldn't ask her directly. That wouldn't be right.
"You... aren't you cold, Makoto?"
Makoto turned her head to Kenshin. Her first expression of surprise turned into a sly smile. "Even if I am cold, I have Kenshin to warm me up."
"Ah, I see." Kenshin blushed. What was this feeling?
Makoto splashed water around and stood up. "Give me your hand, Kenshin-chan." Kenshin had started to like this special nickname. He took Makoto's outstretched hand and stood up.
"This is our home now." Makoto looked at the shack, arms wide open.
Kenshin couldn't look at the house with the same eyes as Makoto. There was blood there; his mother's blood, there was fear, there was his father.
Makoto lowered her arms when she saw Kenshin's gaze. "Ah, you're coming from this house." Kenshin silently nodded. Makoto started to think. "You and I, Kenshin, together we will overcome everything. What we've been through can't defeat us." Makoto put her hands on Kenshin's shoulders with a smile. Kenshin loved Makoto's spirit, but he was still afraid to enter the house.
"Then I need a savior." Makoto crossed her arms and started trembling. "I- I'm shivering, I'm cold. Isn't there a Kenshin to save me?" She ran to the shack and closed the door. "I'm freezing... please, can a Kenshin help me?"
Kenshin didn't like this situation, but he didn't want to leave Makoto alone. He wanted to help her. No, he wanted to be with her. He slowly reached out his hands towards the door. He was afraid, but he had to overcome his fear. Makoto had offered him this path.
"Kenshin, I'm dying from the cold..."
Kenshin's heart raced. It was beating like crazy. No, he didn't want another death. The test he needed to overcome his fear had evolved into a test he needed to perform.
Makoto was stunned in front of the rapidly opening door. She hadn't expected this phrase to work so well. Kenshin, who leaped onto her, also accelerated her heart.
This feeling was beautiful. Makoto wanted this warm embrace again and again. She was filled with peace. Kenshin's tears brought her a separate peace. Finally, she felt love. She could cry freely.
With the tears he felt, Kenshin quickly stood up. "D- Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." Kenshin lowered his head in embarrassment. Makoto started laughing at Kenshin's state. "Hahahaa no, Kenshin-chan, you can't upset me."
"Hehee." Kenshin blushed again.
Makoto grabbed Kenshin and dragged him to the bed. "I love you, Kenshin. Let's be parents, Kenshin." Kenshin turned bright red with embarrassment. Makoto, for the first time, was blushing too.
Makoto pushed Kenshin onto the bed. "We're not adults yet, but at least we can sleep together." Kenshin couldn't think straight. His mind was muddled by Makoto's influence. "Parents have a romantic night." Makoto smiled and lay down next to Kenshin.
Kenshin felt like he had to say something to the eyes looking at him. His heart was racing. He was experiencing something like this for the first time. His small chest felt like it was going to burst.
"I..."
"Yes, Kenshin..." Makoto leaned closer to Kenshin.
"I..."
Makoto silently waited for the words to come out of Kenshin's mouth. She could guess what he was going to say.
"I love you too... Makoto."
Makoto smiled peacefully and closed her eyes. She had succumbed to her exhaustion.
As Kenshin quickly thought about what to do next, he found himself wrapping his arms around Makoto. Should he pull back? He didn't want to. He felt peaceful. He, too, closed his eyes and succumbed to sleep.
"I love you, Mom..."
Kenshin felt his mother beside him. She had hugged him from behind. She was telling him that everything would be fine. Kenshin felt like he had found his new angel with Makoto by his side.