Baby Love - A Hakuouki Fan Fiction

Chapter 17

In lightning speed, Shinpachi grabs for the condom box before jamming it deep within the shopping cart. Sweat broke out while his sacuer-shape gaze locked onto his oblivious daughter. Today, Hajime requests to babysit her, perhaps, he plans on spoiling the child even though, Shinpachi was strict on that topic.

"Come on, let's see what you hope to buy for your sleepover," Shinpachi chuckled, she sat happily in the trolley. The squeaking of the tire on the floor; chirpy radio chatter floats from above, customers languidly surveying their options at different sections.

By the time Shinpachi was queuing up by the self payment method, his shopping cart almost brimming with neccecities. He places Akane beside him until the child pleads to help, so, he grabs her beneath the armpits as she clumsily scans each products. He, on the other hand, takes over the bigger and heavy portions.

"Beep!" Akane shouts each time the machine scans with succession.

Just then, Akane reaches inside for a specific Golden-pinkish monochrome coloured box in her little hand. Shinpachi missed out on the condom burrowed amidst the jumble upon realizing his error, lightly slapping on her hand. Mistaking the strike with confusion and anger, Akane breaks out in a fit of tears.

Her feet kicking against the counter making a ruckus, before Shinpachi can snatch up his precious cargo, as well as, the noticeable packet that of which had tumbled beside his feet, an assistant dutifully snatches from the floor handing over to him.

"T-thank you," he muttered, in his firm grip, Akane was still hurting by his cold action. His countenance rivalling with the bundle of fresh tomatoes.

Heading out of the mart the two of them sat inside a car, he carefully buckles Akane in her protective child seat before he drove out of the parking lot. Shinpachi generally take the public transportation to and fro but as of today, he decided to sit behind the wheel. He heard the occasional whimpers and sniffling from behind.

"Oi," Shinpachi leans his arm backwards as they waited by the traffic light, she swatted his wriggling fingers.

"No!" she squealed, her legs trashing while he manages to tickle her chin.

"Be a good girl," he sighed adjusting himself when the red light flickers to green, driving along the traffic towards Hajime's location.

Once reaching at the site, he presses on the button by the compartment listening to the ringing. Hajime's low voice filters inside the space. When Shinpachi announces their arrival the said male ends the short phone call; ambles out of the building. He wore a typical traditional Japanese attire: ankle length ebony-shade kimono, an ivory shawl draped around his slender neck; white toe socks and sandals.

He instructs students in kenjutsu technique many of his learners also comprises men or women from police forces. The strict lessons moreover incorporated with kendo and iaidō. The rest of the men including himself often book slots to break out in sweats and keep their physique fit.

"Hime!" Akane mispronounces his name to princess.

A welcoming grin combining with a chuckle usually, he adopted a solemn expression. As for now, he swung Akane into his arms after unbuckling her from the baby seat; small arms wrapping around his neck. He pecked her on the cheek, meanwhile, Shin slumps against the vehicle perceiving the pair.

"I'll hand her over to you at the restaurant," he notified their routine.

"Have fun you two," Shinpachi drawls while ruffling Akane's hair when she forgave him by tilting over Hajime's arm in the hopes for a goodbye kiss. He awarded her more than a kiss on the cheek, she squealed in glee when he blew a raspberry on her sweet-smelling neck.