Mirrored

Chapter 13 - Ryosuke

New Chapter!!!

Just a heads up, this chapter is fairly long so like always, I recommend reading it when you have more time on your hands. If you could read till the end, it is much appreciated.🙇‍♀️❤️🩷

Are you enjoying the story so far? I hope you are. 🍀🌼🍀

Just some Translations you might need

Onigiri - Triangular Japanese Rice balls

Ane-san - Yakuza boss' (Oyabun's) wife. The word translates older sister.

Washitsu - Traditional Japanese room characterized by tatami floors/mats and fusuma doors

Fusuma - Traditional Japanese sliding doors

Happy reading.💫🪐🌙
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"Know all the theories, master all the techniques, but as you touch a human soul be just just another human soul."

- C.G. Jung

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Conscious of who was sleeping on the other side, I turn the doorknob gradually, soundlessly closing the door behind me.

I did expect her to lose her composure, but I couldn't expect how bad it got. She wasn't merely hyperventilating; she wasn't able to function at all. She became unsteady on her feet until she could barely walk at all, while her eyes darted everywhere as though she was seeing something or someone I could not. Her cries were pained and raw until they turned silent. You could only hear the muffled whimpering as the tears continued to flow and her body shook from the tears and wounds that never healed, leaving a trail of darkness in its wake.

And the only thing I could do was hold her tight until she settled.

"Is she alright?" My mother's concerned voice greets me in Japanese with her dark long hair tied back seamlessly indicating to me she either cooking or arranging flowers.

"Yeah. She just passed out from exhaustion." I replied back, taking off my jacket.

"Is that so," she mumbled to herself, her eyes flickering with concern. "When she wakes up, let me know. I made her some Onigiri. I made some for you too, although I'm not sure if it will exist by the time you go down to eat it. You know how much Kaito eats." She quietly laughs to herself, shaking her head.

My mother was an older sister to all in our organization, hence why she holds the tittle of Ane-san. But the title and role she treasured more than an older sister or wife was being a mother and I knew first-hand just how powerful a loving mother is. They didn't fear power, status, money, or death.

The only thing on their mind were their children and their life.

Naturally by extension, Kaito and Kaya became her children as well. And since my mother adored them like her own, my father cared for them too.

"Now," she stands right in front of me, her soft yellow colored kimono brushing my hand as she cups my face in her warm hands. "I feel like I haven't seen your face in months. It's already hard enough that my daughter left the nest."

"She's comes over at the end of every week," I reasoned, visualising Minori running through the corridors to hug our mother, "and besides, I've only been away for five days. Not months." I said, trying and failing to pry her hands off my face.

"I don't see my children enough." She complained as she brushes her fingers though my hair. "But at least I will gain another daughter, right?"

"What?"