Baby Love - A Hakuouki Fan Fiction

Chapter 19

They settled down in a family-friendly Pizza restaurant, their entrance incites chaos, hungry gazes tracking the men's movement until a miniature "cow" caught furthermore attention. A waiter guided the large group of good-looking individuals to a back seat after taking orders the flustered male high tailed for the kitchen.

Souji looking resplendent in a navy-tone V neck crew shirt pairing it with knee-length harem pants; high cut sneakers. A pouch slung across his toned chest. Sat beside him, a stiff Ibuki. The poor lad was forced to be a part of the happy-go-lucky crew.

Inwardly thankful that most of the bruises was hidden underneath a white polo shirt, black jeans torn on the knee to reveal his skin, as well as, shabby shoes, he peeked at his visible wriggling toe and winced. For now, he was short of cash to purchase a new pair.

Sitting on the opposite of the subconscious lad, Hajime, he presented an unusual sight for the rest: a wife beater in white beneath a checkered collared shirt and tight jeans. He wore a pair of Dr Martin boots. With ease, the young man attended to Akane seated on a high back chair because of the short tail that was attached to her suit.

When delicious food arrived, Ibuki almost fling himself onto the table to consume in a single exhale. His stomach reacting in an embarrassing grumble, still, he patiently held onto his wit seizing a plate topped generously with more appetisers. Everyone were filling their belly when an excited voice drifted from the another table.

"Mama! can we please go where there is an open indoor ball pit place?" a delighted eight-years old exclaimed, two of her hands raised uphigh.

"Sure, but you must finish up all of these vegetables, agreed?"

"AGREED!"

Sprawled on the chair, Shinpachi, who sat at a different table they had to split up because of their group numbers. Upon hearing the childlike enthusiasm, he shifted on the seat to spy similar expressions staring back at him. All of them were on the identical wave length.

"Shall we?" Harada smiled, wiping a tissue over his mouth.

"Yeah, I saw the advertisement earlier," Shinpachi informed after biting onto the meat of a barbecue chicken.

"Good idea!" Heisuke added with a grin he sat beside Shinpachi, gulping down a tall glass of iced soda.

"HUH?" Ibuki, on the other hand, was less eager by their latest idea. 

Just then, another familiar figure walks in once again, voices were heard as many openly ogled his form. Toshizo spotted them at the back, he strolled over, smiling at the group. He chose a vacant seat beside Harada and waved at a roaming waitress to write down his share of the order.

When Hajime saw the shirt, he couldn't help but chuckle because it promoted his classes attired in plain darkish Olive-hued shirt and knee length cargo shorts, representing a relaxed aura. His flip flop sandals making slapping noises.

"So, what's the plan?" Toshizo sat back with an arm draped over the back of the chair.

"INDOOR PITBALL!" all of them shouted in excitement startling dumbfounded Toshizo, as well as, other diners.

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The nursery room was voided of human contacts, so, Shinpachi enters within the enclosed space alongside his daughter in dire need for a diaper change. His bundle of joy fussing in his arms, he promptly laid her down on the flat bed to undo her jumper suit.

During the early years after Akane was born, he had distress swapping into a father's duty from emptying his stomach, representing a shabby outlook, often than not, having a nervous breakdown in the middle of night with a wailing baby on his chest. His ex-partner had abandoned them even before Akane could taste her mother's milk drying in her mouth.