Kokichis pov
"mommy can we ask you a question?" I turned around to see my son kiba and daughter sayori looking at me eagerly.
"sure you can baby's" I smiled down at them.
"can you tell us why sometimes you ask like an entirely different person?"
I froze.
"yeah you act funny mommy" kiba giggled.
I felt tears prick my eyes. I was hoping this day would never come.
"mommy are you ok" sayori asked worriedly.
"I'm fine baby" I said reassuringly "I just need to give your father's a call before answering your question"
"kay!" the kids smiled. Their such good kids. I hope they don't hate me after this!
I picked up the phone and rang shuichi.
"hey honey is everything ok?" shuichi asked worriedly. Its not often I ring him at work.
"the kids just asked about my other personas" I said quietly.
"I see" he muttered in a serious tone "well just hold on we'll be there soon"
After a couple of anxious moments with the kids kaito and shuichi came home.
"I'm glad your back" I smiled at them. Kaito walked up and hugged me. I felt like crying but managed to hold it in.
"alright kids" shuichi clapped his hands to get the kids attention "let's go to the kitchen to talk"
*time skip*
"so mommy has other people inside him" sayori asked.
"that's right" shuichi nodded.
"and their all different and stuff" kiba muttered.
"you got it kid" kaito flashed him a thumbs up.
"whoe" the kids gasped.
"I'm sorry if that's weird kids" I sighed.
"no way that's cool" sayori said hugging me.
"super cool" kiba said hugging my other side.
I giggled and held them both close. I guess telling them wasn't so hard!
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disfunctional family (sqeacal to the real me)
RandomIt's been six years since the killing game and shuichi, kokichi and kaito are now living together. Kokichi suffers for a Spilt Personality disorder and he's unable to hold a job or things like that which leaves shuichi and kaito in charge of paying...
