Mothers Day Plights of the Solo Father
Bakura truly had not expected the day to be any different from any other. Ammon was on occasion weepy and full of childish misbehaviour, but Bakura had so far been perfectly capable of swiftly and smartly dealing with any undesirable outbursts and for the most part the boy was obedient and perfect. News of the world came to him from Bakura and Bakura only, making it quite simple to censor anything he did not wish the child to know. So it had surprised him to learn that this ‘Mothers’ Day’ was something Ammon not only knew of but was approaching as though it were a monumental tragedy in its own right.
When Bakura had first realised Mariku had gone missing he had searched. A rather simple fly over yes, but then she did not warrant particular effort anymore. The human had become boring and while he would have gladly shown her the error of her ways and attempted to fix her had she been present, with her absent he deemed it ridiculous to waste his precious time and effort on in depth searching. The occasional glance down as he flew over the city had revealed no clues as to her location, and Bakura had declared the case closed. She was dead, or dead as far as he was concerned, and so he moved on.
Ammon had found it quite exciting at first. Bakura had informed him that his mother was working for an extended duration and so the boy would be staying with his favourite person, the star himself. Around the third day the boy had begun demanding his mother and Bakura had had to break the unfortunate news. She was gone, dead, would not be returning. Bakura was all Ammon had. There were tears and tantrums for weeks but Bakura was very good with words and with children, and soon Ammon was sticking to him like glue. Reserved and sensitive glue at first, but he had begun branching out soon enough. The dogs he had let free, all possessions he desired had been relocated to his own apartment, all Mariku’s money he had access to had gone from paying for both apartments to only his. He should be quite comfortable for the next few months, comfortable indeed.
The running away had ceased, the wailing and crying on rare occasions Mariku was mentioned had ceased. The boy did not sleep well, but neither did Bakura and he took extra care to be the perfect loving parental figure in those times. So it did frustrate him when the boy started this day sobbing. A setback he was not pleased about. Perhaps the boy’s teevee usage should be even further cut. It took much bribery and consoling on Bakura’s part to calm him. He even allowed a mock ceremony in Mariku’s honour, and refrained from any remarks to how insignificant and laughable she had truly been. New books and stories for his job at the library were broken in, several renditions of Ammon’s only favourite stories, several flights around the city and treats of his favourite foods. Parenting was far more tiring than Bakura had expected. But the beam on Ammon’s face, the way he tucked his face into the star’s chest and muttered childish declarations of love and allegiance, all his work was paying off.
Being a father was highly entertaining. He hoped Ammon was smart enough to remain entertaining, it would be such a shame if he too became a bore as had his late mother.
