shifting tides

The pair were, in fact, quite different from each other. Hattori didn’t beat around the bush, instead jumping right into it. He said Sedna and her children were welcome in Tojo-kai, the phrasing rubbing the diplomat the wrong way. Raijin was not an idiot, he was at least self-aware enough to know he had his own faults. However, what he would not be called was a poor father. Neither men had been raised by kind or caring brutes, instead they’d been mostly hands off unless it came to chastising or punishing them. There was much wanting in the love department and, while Hattori seemed content to keep with the hands off approach with his own children, the Genji would not have it be so.

The Kaicho went on to tell him that, instead of siring ‘litter after litter’, he should focus on the one he had. His grin faltered, brows drawing down over his golden gaze which flickered with indignation. “Hanzo. I know you’ve never had the best impression of me, and I know I’m far from the most ‘moral’ of men either, but I have no intention of having more children than Sedna and I currently have. I will see them raised, happy and healthy and knowing both their father and mother love them. After what we went through growing up, I will not have it any other way,” he said. It took a lot to push his buttons, especially with the thick skin he’d built to be around Hanzo, but somehow he’d found the chink.


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