Baby Love - A Hakuouki Fan Fiction

Chapter 26

The chilly night air accompanied by a sliver of moon and sprinkled with twinkling stars, Shinpachi got out of his parked vehicle, he decided to return home for a quick shower before fetching Akane in their car. Because of the neighbourhood he selected to play a safer alternative rather than climbing the steps, he lighted up a cigarette for a drag.

He recalled watching Chizuru's social media a little surprised by them spending time together knowing that they weren't familiar to be called "best friends". A lopsided smile at the corner of his lips whenever he came across their images he even fiddled at the awkward intention to send Miyuki a friend request.

Hmm, Harada opted to be the nicer person to send both women friend requests.

But there was a particular shot that caught his unwavering attention, back at the nail palour, Miyuki focused gaze on Akane who was perched on her lap. Waist length hair spilling over a dainty shoulder, feminine arms curled around his daughter; a warm smile visible. He was guilty to screenshot that picture also, there was than that single snapshot, short video clips involving her.

He exhaled smoke inhaling a lungful of toxic nicotine the imprinted image of his face thrust against her soft breasts lingering at the forefront of his deluded brain. A plaster wrapped around his index finger a witness to his mishap while cutting vegetables when he accidentally sliced the sharp knife just as blood began dripping.

Of course, he was the least interested in her yet, his body language said otherwise finally he took the last drag before inserting the short stick back inside the container so as not to litter the area. He glanced upward at the flat hearing the dull thump of bass from somewhere. He frowned in consternation, loud music was played even late at night.

Ascending the stairs the eerie dim lighted corridor, he tugged on his jacket closer; an ugly thought occurred. What if Miyuki one day learned that he hailed from a wealthy household, enough for her to quit job and remain ar home? he snorted. Rukia was a daily reminder that she fucked him up both mentally and physically.

Standing in front of the entrance doorway his ears twitching by the blasting songs, out of frustration, he glare daggers at the ceiling above. He overheard drunkard chatters and laughter, he resumed knocking on the door patiently waiting for her to greet him inside. All of a sudden, he came face to face with a dark head; he peered downward because of their height differences.

"Good evening," he raised a brow when she stepped back.

"Evening," she replied in a low tone beyond her, Akane sat with her hands pressing onto her ears.

"What's the matter with her?" he inquired after pulling off his shoes.

"Nothing is wrong with her," Miyuki smiled forcefully but he had a good hunched that the neighbours above her might be the case for their discomfort.

"Papa!" Akane cried in a shrill vocal as she jumps upright gaining speed to glomp into his waiting arms.

"Do you want me to have a few words with them?" he pointed a thumb upwards.

"Oh no, thank you," she shook her head, her eyes wide in horror.

Upon walking further inside, he realize she had change into her normal home clothes instead of the revealing strawberry pattern crop top. A loose shirt shielding her curvy shape, hair bun up haphazardly and long pants drooping to her ankles she painted a adorable picture. Akane nuzzled against his chest giggling when he showered attention on her.

Just as Shinpachi sat down or a better choice of word: collapse on the small cushion out of nowhere a cup of brew tea settled on the table alongside home-cooked dinner. On cue, his hungry stomach emitted a growl closely followed by Akane's peel of laughter. He eyed Miyuki studying her in silence, she was walking in and out of the kitchen.