If Honey had one thing to complain about after rebirth, it was the lack of cake.
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"3-E?"
The blond nodded, his purple eyes slightly narrowing as his mind drifted to one annoying redhead.
"Yes, we must put them in their place."
The strawberry blon...
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These days, Mitsukuni found his days longer. He was bored, drained out of his energy, and it wasn't only due to his old age. His limpid eyes calmly stared out of the french window of the veranda on the first floor as he overlooked the grand garden.
A multitude of chrysanthemums dotted the greenery, adding dashes of color and neatly framing the stone path that led through the garden, from the entryway to the gate. Some smaller walkway went toward the dojo or patio.
Mitsukuni quickly spotted his grandchildren as they ran around the garden. He heard the muffled sound of their laughter from behind the glass, and his wrinkled face bloomed into a light smile.
He hummed to himself, eyes closed as he played his wife's favorite melody in his mind. He saw her eyes, a beautiful obsidian, her smile, sweet and comforting, her laugh, clear as the water, her smile, the sun of his life.
He wondered if where she was, Reiko was happy. If she missed him because for sure, he missed her a lot. More than he wanted to admit and more than he thought was possible. He missed her touch, her voice, her fragrance, her everything.
Her presence in his life.
Eyes closed, he felt a familiar presence get closer to him. He didn't bother opening his honey brown eyes to acknowledge his best friend, merely simpering and humming. "Takashi," he breathed, voice tinged with longing and happiness.
He heard a familiar grunt and he chuckled. "Mitsukuni," the former raven's voice was low and raspy, slightly weaker than when they were students, but it was to be expected. They were old now, gone was the time when he would eat cakes after cakes and Takashi would carry him around. "What are you doing?"
Mitsukuni's right eye cracked open to look up at his tall childhood friend. He grinned, the smile not as bright as it used to be, but just as warm and welcoming. "Nothing, I'm listening to my grandchildren," he said, opening his left eye to glance out the window. "Did Mikoto come with you?"
Takashi blinked as he slowly walked closer to the former blond, he pulled the chair opposing him and sat down. He nodded. "She is downstairs with the children," he explained, turning his face to look down at the garden. He spotted his wife's figure with ease, soon finding his children and grandchildren.
Mitsukuni hummed, his brown eyes rested on Mikoto's figure for a second, before sliding to look at his son and the baby in his arms. His pupils misted over as he remembered the time when he was the one holding their baby in his arms. It was such a beautiful and nostalgic memory.
