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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Oct 9, 2008 19:09:05 GMT -5
"No, I'm eating an apple." Misuki said.
"I didn't want to intrude on your lovely conversation with my son." she said, chuckling.
"Would you like some help Haruka?" she asked.
"Since now you don't have your second pair of hands around you now?"
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Oct 9, 2008 19:11:39 GMT -5
Haruka sighed, and nodded slightly. "I'd be glad for the help." she said gladly, rubbing her forehead gently to wipe away the slight sweat forming on her brow. stupid hair. SOmetimes it got on her nerves.
"Could you maybe get a pot started on the stove and get the spices boiling in the pot?" she asked.
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Oct 9, 2008 19:13:01 GMT -5
"Either I was two steps ahead of you. Or you simply read my mind." Misuki said, chuckling as she placed the already filled pot on the stove. She turned it on, putting the lid on and pulling over a chair to stand on, to reach the spices up on the top shelf.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Oct 9, 2008 19:18:27 GMT -5
"Please be careful Misuki." Haruka warned. She had always been paranoid about this situation. Yuo had almost fallen the last time he'd done that.
She quickly swallowed. Yuo.
It was kind of hard to think about him. Being angry was hard, but she couldnt' help it this time.
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Oct 9, 2008 19:22:21 GMT -5
"Haruka, I'm a mother, I don't think I'd be very stupid when reaching for things." Misuki placed the spices on the counter, before getting down and pushing the chair back in.
"I have fallen doing that dozens of times." she said.
"But that was when I was a little girl, and into my teen years."
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Oct 9, 2008 19:27:52 GMT -5
Haruka sighed when Misuki came down.
It was kind of nice, being around someone other than Yuo for a change. She and Misuki had never really spent much time together.
She finished cutting the mushrooms and dished them off into the pot of boiling water.
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Oct 9, 2008 19:31:06 GMT -5
Misuki sprinkled some of the spices into the pot, adding a bit more of a couple of them. She put the spices back farther on the counter, for easier reach if they were needed again. She sighed, pulling out a glass and filling it up with water.
"You know, I use to cook with Shiozu all the time."
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Oct 9, 2008 22:38:31 GMT -5
Haruka leaned against the counter. Now they could relax a bit while the soup was boiling and finishing. "Oh? Was he a good cook or did he need mentoring?" she asked with a small smile. Finally, someone that maybe she could relate with, at least in their romantic experiences.
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Oct 9, 2008 22:41:03 GMT -5
"He could cook a bit." Misuki said, taking a sip of her water.
"I usually just cooked with him because I enjoyed spending time with him." she said.
"When he was younger, Shiozu was fun loving, kind, and the most hansome man I'd ever laid eyes on." she sighed.
"Then after we had Yuo, he got violent, and mean. It would take me forever to just calm him down. Sometimes it took 5 minutes, sometimes it took an hour."
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Oct 9, 2008 22:45:36 GMT -5
As Misuki explained, Haruka's face grew puzzled. "After Yuo was born?" she asked confusedly. "I would have figured that having your first child with someone you loved would make a person even happier." she looked down.
Suddenly the realization swept over. "It... it was because of... Yuo's eyes, wasn't it?" she guessed.
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Oct 9, 2008 22:53:46 GMT -5
"Sometimes." Misuki said.
"Sometimes Shiozu would get...scared." Misuki said.
"But, Shiozu was happy. When he found out that I was pregnant with Yuo, he exploded with happiness." Misuki smiled.
"But then...after Yuo's...abnormal eyes. Shiozu changed." she said.
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Oct 9, 2008 23:03:08 GMT -5
Haruka swallowed. She still couldn't get over the fact that, even though she had never met him, she absolutely dispised Yuo's father. He must have been extremely shallow to have practically shun his own son, only because of one little physical detail.
"I have one theory about why his eyes are like that." she said, somewhat eageer to change subject. "The first one, i got from myself. My eyes are genetically brown. But, they're this color because of my possestion. I could possibly be a gift he recieved that affected his eyes, kind of like a Kekkai Genkai."
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Oct 9, 2008 23:07:14 GMT -5
Misuki shrugged.
"Maybe." she said.
"But there is no Kekkai Genkai along the Tsukiyama line, and no Kekkai Genkai along my background line." Misuki sighed.
"I could never be like Shiozu was. Regardless of his eyes Yuo's my son, and he'll always be." Misuki said.
"That's my only advice to anyone with young children. Love your children, regardless of their appearance." she said.
"Yuo's kind and loving, playful, and when he smiles it lightens up the whole room."
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Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Oct 9, 2008 23:10:40 GMT -5
"I said like a Kekkei Genkai. Not really a KG. No one in my family, my mother's or my father's, had one." she told her. "Just a gift." she shrugged.
She smiled widely at Misuki's comment. "I understand what you mean." she told her softly. She looked to the pot, taking a small sniff and then nodding.
"I'll get some of this out to Yuo." she said, dishing a bowlful and heading out to Yuo with it.
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Oct 9, 2008 23:12:11 GMT -5
Misuki nodded, taking a larger sip of her water.
Yuo could smell the soup, but he was almost half asleep by the time Haruka came out. He sighed, still a bit choked that Haruka was going to be angry even longer now at him, or at least thats what he guessed.
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