Mature themes.
The story about Kuran Kaname's hardship, after finding himself in sunlight, bright, alive and meaningless. He has a daughter Ai Kuran and Zero's son Ren to take care of but are they the only ones he can live or die for?
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I've hidden the box with Hikishima. I told her to give me one letter when she'd see me in my lowest. A deal that even I'm astonished to make. The box only tortures me so.
I've gone out of the house, eaten in restaurants and walked through the streets.
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I'm not better, I'm just trying not to be a bother to my children. I'm a father now, I have to be strong for them even if I'm not for myself.
Hikishima has been giving me some cooking lessons so I can do something by myself at least. I've been absent to school, but I can't keep this up... I'll raise some eyebrows and I don't want any unnecessary attention.
I've read about history, technology and cooking recipe books. They amuse me, I haven't gone through poetry I fear it may make me loose myself.
"Kuran-san, excuse me." My thoughts are interrupted.
"Yes, come in."
"I brought your breakfast."
"I thank you. Have you had some Hikishima?"
"Oh, um no I haven't. I'll be fine, I'll eat later."
"What if we ate together? I can use the company."
"Alright."
We settled in the garden.
"Um, Hikishima as you know I'll be attending school on Monday. However I'm older than Ai and Ren, I'll be in another class..."
"Yeah. So?" She says as she drinks some tea.
"I've been, um homeschooled for some time so I'm worried a bit how will I egt adjusted."
"Well, you don't have to worry. I'll be there too."
"What?"
"We all go to the same school."
I sigh in relief.
"Good. I've been worried."
"Yeah, I'll admit you are kind of weird."
"I'm sorry? Weird?" I interrupt.
"They way you speak...it's too proper."
"I apologize. I still have a lot to learn. So Hikishima, do you have any family?" I change the conversation from embarrassment.
She's startled, she looks sad.
"I don't. My mom died some time ago."
"I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"It's ok. Well, if you'll excuse me I need to get back to my duties."
"Hikishima, may I assist you?"
"Well I'm doing laundry it's not that-"
"I want to." I interrupt.
"Ok..."
She explained patiently how to use the washing machine, the dryer, how to fold and iron. I'm sweating, I've never sweat this much before. She's, blurry.
