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    February 10, 2012

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    Daichi blushed dark, smiling into his mothers arms. His own wrapped weakly around her neck, as they were too small to reach around her shoulders. He nuzzled her softly, whimpering and sniffling a few times in order to force himself to stop his tears. His blue hair was so close to Naoto’s that being in this close of a proximity to her and one couldn’t tell who’s hair was who’s. He nodded into her neck softly, before leaning back and placing a soft kiss on her left cheek. He smiled brightly. He was a good, strong boy. And a gentleman. Oho yes.

    He nodded, taking in her words with a slightly innocent expression. “D-D…I didn’t want to lie to Momma…” he looked away, sneaking a glance at Souji. “I didn’t want Momma to get mad at me…I hate when Momma’s mad at me…” He whimpered and his voice cracked softly, his eyes tearing up again at the sheer thought of Naoto being upset with him. He was only five and he was already whipped. He took after his father in more ways than one, so it seemed.

    He looked down at the floor. “I…I pushed Sarah down the slide. . ” He looked away again, biting his lip as he let out a small sad sound. He had no reason why he did it. . He did not know why, at all. He liked her, he knew that…  She was very…beautiful. When he looked at her his heart wrenched and he didn’t feel like himself. He didn’t like it at all. It confused him. It made him stop thinking of Momma. . He needed to always think of Momma. He was his precious thing. He would always protect her. Well, as well as a five year old could.

    A single bead of sweet ran down Souji’s face as Naoto looked at him. The look he received was one he was all too familiar with, one that indicated he was going to be in a great deal of trouble later. Again.

    The feel was then compounded by Daichi sneaking his own look at him. His children certainly did take after Naoto, that much was certain. At least in the way they manage to make him feel bad about these things.

    Souji remained silent as Daichi offered his explanation, nervous to how Naoto would respond to such a thing. It was rather unexpected of the child, as Naoto said, he had always been a little gentlemen, he wondered how she would respond to such… Ungentlemanly behaviour. 

    For a moment, Naoto looked up at Souji for a second time, as if expecting the silverette to suddenly grin and say that was the story they’d come up with to fool her. Of all the many scenarios she’d come up with in her mind, this was not one of them. Not that the detective was going to complain, of course. It could have been so much worse—so, so much worse. 

    Still, the fact remained that Daichi had done something wrong. He could not get away with that. He was lucky the other girl hadn’t gotten seriously hurt. That would have ended in a very unhappy day for everyone.

    “I see…” Naoto began, taking care to keep her tone firm, but not overly angry. “I’m not happy to hear that, Daichi. You know that pushing others is wrong…” Glancing at Souji, she nodded toward the kitchen and walked inside, setting their son down at his chair before sitting down herself. 

    “I want you to tell me why you did that—no fibbing, you know better than that.” Unable to resist the motherly urge calling to her, the dark-haired woman placed a hand on her son’s shoulder and added, “I will not be angry with you if you tell me what happened. If we want to make this better, we have to find out the facts. That’s how papa and I solve cases, right?”

    Daichi looked down, finding the design of the polished wood much more interesting then the conversation at hand, his navy eyes slowly sinking into a more and more depressed expression. He was frowning, but he started to blush. He…didn’t know how to explain it to his mother that he really…liked this girl.

    He rubbed his hands furiously in his lap, biting his lip as his mind worked. He didn’t know how his mother, or his father, would take this. And Miyu, oh god, Miyu. .if she found out than she would tell Sarah and she would never talk to him again. . He wasn’t good with his feelings, he was almost transparent, and he knew that Naoto could tell something was deeply troubling him.

    "I. . " he started, but stopped. How could he word this? It was…difficult. "I’m not…sure how to say. ." For a five year old, he had a vast vocabulary. But that’s what happens when you have Souji and Naoto Shirogane as parents. You picked up a lot of words and their meanings without meaning to. Without trying, even. "It’s. . hard to describe what I feel, when I’m around Sarah. . "

    His face was such a dark shade of red and he blinked back a few tears, both of sadness and embarrassment. “She’s…I don’t know how to describe it, when I’m around her I feel like I’m floating, and I just can’t breathe or talk or think, even…” If he hadn’t been so nervous, he knew he wouldn’t have done what he did, he just couldn’t think.

     
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    February 6, 2012

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    Daichi smiled softly, taking his fathers hand as the silverette took him out of his booster seat. He looked across the yard at him, before his smile turned into a deep rooted frown. “But…wouldn’t that be lying? I couldn’t lie to Momma…” He looked down, his frown deepening. “She means too much to me. . and she’d find out…She always does. .” His hands moved to fiddle with the bottom of his shirt, a little nervous to go into the house. What if Momma already know? What if Miyu had told? She loved getting him in trouble, much to his own dismay.

    Daichi couldn’t ever lie to his mother. He was a complete and utter mothers boy. He took a small step forward, walking through the front door to come face-to-face with his mother, her eyes blazing with deep-rooted anger. He whimpered softly, immediately looking down and tearing up. That look, that darn look coming from his own mother. The one of disappointment, anger, loss of trust. He couldn’t take it. He let himself fall to the floor in the middle of the door way, barely crossing his legs before he burst into a hysterical sobbing fit, rubbing his eyes furiously until they turned red and began to puff-up.

    “I-I’m sorry Momma!”

    “Well, yes, it would be lying, I suppose.” Souji spoke as he approached the front door. It was funny, really, Daichi would say he couldn’t lie to him. No doubt once he was older he’d find little issue with lying to the both of them.

    Souji sighed and began to open the door. “But then ag-” He began before suddenly catching sight of Naoto waiting for them, and suddenly he went very still, as though he were a deer caught in the headlights. The look on Naoto’s face was clearly not one of affection, that much was certain. 

    As Daichi suddenly began crying he wondered if this would be a good time to suddenly flee. But he couldn’t really. Instead he straightened himself up slightly and bowed his head at Naoto. “I’m also very, very sorry.”

    Naoto’s gaze suddenly softened as her son burst into tears and it took a great deal of strength to not simply step forward and begin assuring the boy that all was well. Briefly, she glanced over the boy’s form to Souji, giving him a look that simply said ‘I will talk to you about this later.’ For a child to attempt to avoid trouble with a lie was not unusual, but Souji’s reaction was enough to conclude that he’d been hoping to avoid it—or perhaps her, something—was clear.

    Unable to ignore the cries of Daichi any longer, the sleuth swept forward quickly and knelt before her son. She placed a hand on the young boy’s shoulder and the other under his chin, tilting his head up. “Daichi… come now, what are you crying for? Are you not momma’s big boy?” 

    With a soft smile, Naoto brushed her thumb over the boy’s cheeks and pulled him into her arms and stood up. “There is no need for you to be frightened. You know that as long as you tell me the truth, I will not be angry with you. I can trust you, yes?” She kissed the boy’s forehead, trying to ease the tears, “After all, momma’s Daichi is a good, strong boy. Isn’t that right? Such a little gentleman…”

    Daichi blushed dark, smiling into his mothers arms. His own wrapped weakly around her neck, as they were too small to reach around her shoulders. He nuzzled her softly, whimpering and sniffling a few times in order to force himself to stop his tears. His blue hair was so close to Naoto’s that being in this close of a proximity to her and one couldn’t tell who’s hair was who’s. He nodded into her neck softly, before leaning back and placing a soft kiss on her left cheek. He smiled brightly. He was a good, strong boy. And a gentleman. Oho yes.

    He nodded, taking in her words with a slightly innocent expression. “D-D…I didn’t want to lie to Momma…” he looked away, sneaking a glance at Souji. “I didn’t want Momma to get mad at me…I hate when Momma’s mad at me…” He whimpered and his voice cracked softly, his eyes tearing up again at the sheer thought of Naoto being upset with him. He was only five and he was already whipped. He took after his father in more ways than one, so it seemed.

    He looked down at the floor. “I…I pushed Sarah down the slide. . ” He looked away again, biting his lip as he let out a small sad sound. He had no reason why he did it. . He did not know why, at all. He liked her, he knew that…  She was very…beautiful. When he looked at her his heart wrenched and he didn’t feel like himself. He didn’t like it at all. It confused him. It made him stop thinking of Momma. . He needed to always think of Momma. He was his precious thing. He would always protect her. Well, as well as a five year old could.

     
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    February 5, 2012

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    Souji was sat within the driver’s seat of a car heading towards his home, a young boy sat in the seat beside him. With a sigh Souji glanced towards the boy beside him and spoke. 

    “Daichi, what you did was wrong, you know that too really, I’m sure. But… We don’t have to tell your mother about it. Just, go upstairs out of the way for now once we get home, okay?” 

    Souji spoke as he pulled the car up outside of the house and turned the engine off. “Come on, let’s go, just try and be quiet.” He spoke to Daichi before getting out of the car and heading into the house.

    To say Naoto was upset was an understatement. She gripped her mobile firmly in one hand as she watched the from door, her lips set into a thin frown. The school had called her just shy of twenty minutes before and told the female detective that her son had just been picked up by his father and was being sent home for disciplinary reasons. Needless to say, she was not amused. Especially given that Souji hadn’t said anything to her.

    When she heard the sound of the car pulling into the driveway, Naoto immediately stood up and crossed the length of the room. She stopped at the end of the entryway and brought a hand to rest on her hip, the other hanging at her side. The look on her face was enough to express what she was feeling: if those two had thought they would be able to sneak by without being caught, they were sorely mistaken. 

    Daichi smiled softly, taking his fathers hand as the silverette took him out of his booster seat. He looked across the yard at him, before his smile turned into a deep rooted frown. “But…wouldn’t that be lying? I couldn’t lie to Momma…” He looked down, his frown deepening. “She means too much to me. . and she’d find out…She always does. .” His hands moved to fiddle with the bottom of his shirt, a little nervous to go into the house. What if Momma already know? What if Miyu had told? She loved getting him in trouble, much to his own dismay.

    Daichi couldn’t ever lie to his mother. He was a complete and utter mothers boy. He took a small step forward, walking through the front door to come face-to-face with his mother, her eyes blazing with deep-rooted anger. He whimpered softly, immediately looking down and tearing up. That look, that darn look coming from his own mother. The one of disappointment, anger, loss of trust. He couldn’t take it. He let himself fall to the floor in the middle of the door way, barely crossing his legs before he burst into a hysterical sobbing fit, rubbing his eyes furiously until they turned red and began to puff-up.

    "I-I’m sorry Momma!"

     
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