Kikkawa Manor Posts Feb 22, 2013 16:39:47 GMT -8
Post by Ichi on Feb 22, 2013 16:39:47 GMT -8
"It's okay, mommy." Yuuchiro's tone was genuinely unhindered, and it showed in the blossoming smile on his face. Kouketsu had done well explaining Blanche's position in the village to the boy, and even though he was still but a child, he could understand it fully. Granted, the word "Kage" and its importance was still somewhat lost on him. All he knew was that his mother was incredibly important, and because of that she needed to be out and about more often than not. Certainly, there were times that he missed her-- however, Blanche was always home for dinner, and more importantly, to sit at the side of his bed when it was time to read his story. "Daddy says that you have one of the most important jobs in the village, so that's why you're always busy."
Glancing up and to the side, he looked to his mother. She knew the boy better than he knew himself. "I was coloring," he admitted with a smile. Though Yuuchiro was not a recluse nor did he lack friends (surprisingly, despite the village's fear prior to his birth, they'd all come to love the boy as he grew), he was perfectly content sitting in his home with a coloring book. From the moment he knew how to, he spent hours drawing and coloring; he made vivid stories of ninja and animals, of people and monsters. "How did you know I was coloring a picture for uncle?" Clearly misunderstanding the context of his mother's words, he was all but mesmerized by her mind-reading magic.
As they reached the kitchen, Yuuchiro released his mother's hand and made his way to the chair he'd been occupying in the moments before being introduced to the fly. Climbing into it, he began organizing his crayons and pencils, and the loose sheets of paper he'd torn from the sketch pad once he'd finished the images upon them. "I think I'll draw the three of us outside tomorrow," he said cheerfully as he began rummaging through the pile of pictures. "Do you think uncle will come with us? That way I can draw him too."
While Blanche busied herself with sorting their lunch, Yuuchiro continued searching. It wasn't until several moments later that he found his treasured image, and revealed it to the Kusakage. "Oh, mommy, look. I saw these in a dream." It was a fairly simple image, consisting of two eyes. Yuuchiro had drawn eyes many times - he enjoyed how different so many of them were. However, these eyes were something different all together. Blanche would immediately recognize the strange ripple-like patterns defining the entirety of the eye, with stark black pupils. Ignorantly, Yuuchiro smiled. "Aren't they pretty?"