If you thought labour was a gruelling enough process on its own - it was certainly nothing compared to the trial that came afterwards. Don’t misunderstand. Kagura was absolutely delighted that she had had a baby. She had been more so when we discovered that she was going to be having twins. But now that they had arrived, and the pain of labour had subsided to nothing more than discomfort, she had found herself dreading the time coming next. And, she knew she wouldn’t be the only one. For, as she held her daughter in her arms - and Kyou held their sons - the tension could be cut with a knife - for when they decided to swap over. Kagura couldn’t wait to hold her son, to examine the similarities within his precious face as were in that of the cherub within her arms. She wanted to see the differences, to know how beyond the obvious she may be able to tell them apart. But, she was scared - what if she held her son and he... transformed? And, she knew that Kyou was feeling the same way. They had both lived lives full of enough dread, pity, sadness, tragedy - this was one if not the most joyful occasion in Kagura’s life - she didn’t want anything to ruin it. She ran her fingers against the small, stubby fingers of her daughter and glanced at her lover and son. “I think your daughter wants to say hello...” Kagura smiles, an attempt to break the tension and bring on more of... an anticipation. “... we should do it now or we never will.”
( @tatterdsouls )
