There might be some sense to your knocking if we had a door between us
Returning home, family welcome.
08-15-2024, 03:53 AM
In a distant way, Hattori understood why Keito had left. The boy needed closure, something that Kiriko had denied him by leaving without a word, not even a note or second thought for her children. Maybe she had never particularly cared for them, not as a mother should, or else she would have surely shown them more consideration. More care. Even now, Hattori found himself wondering if she had intended it all from the start, seduced him, gotten pregnant on purpose, all means of manipulation. Part of a several tiered plan to get what she wanted, safety, security and a position of power- only to cast it aside when something presumably better came along.
Yes, he was bitter.
Still, Hattori had the mind enough to realise this was none of his children's fault- and they were his. Hattori above all else.
And so he heeded his son's call, leaving his parchments upon the stone table to move to the outer reaches of his domain. It had been some time since he had seen Keito last, how much had he grown? Slowing to a walk, Hattori shouldered through the foliage and finally came to a standstill, the shape of his progeny just ahead.
"Keito." The Kaicho greeted, leaving space for his son to speak his piece.
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