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❝M o m ! MOM!❞
The scream that came from outside echoed on the walls of the cavern and no matter how often he did it, it always made her heart skip a beat. Maybe something was actually wrong this time? How fast she got up from the ground and started running towards the entrance of the cavern was almost inhuman. Her heart rate kept increasing only to suddenly calm down; that could have not be good for her poor heart.
H e was alright; once again.
The expression on her face became stern as the ice queen looked at her son. ❝I have told you like thousand times now: do not do that, Akio! One day your old mom is going to have a heart attack if you keep doing this.❞ The boy looked at her mother with a miserable expression on her face - it was fake of course. ❝Dad did it again, mom!❞ he whimpered while pointing at his father who had nothing but an innocent expression adorning his features. Stern look on mother's face soon turned into a slight amusement as she shook her head and placed her hands on her hips and looked at Yojimbo. ❝Yes dad, why do you keep doing that? I have told you a million times now... do not teach your eight-year-old son how to fight dirty.❞ The mother tried to frown but this current situation was already so very common that she did not know how to be serious about it anymore; she still did not like it, though.
Yojimbo just laughed.
❝Nobody fights fair these days. After all this, nobody can outsmart our kid; he'll be the best - like his old man.❞ The father sounded so proud saying all that. Shiva looked at the young Akio and then at his father. ❝Do not teach him that, understood?❞ She was very strict about this. Yojimbo rolled his eyes but grinned soon after that. ❝Ask nicely--❞ The ice queen arched an eyebrow and walked towards him. ❝--nicely?❞ There was certain seductiveness in her voice when she said that.
The man could have not been more pleased.
The woman placing her hand on his cheek: face close to him, eyes almost closed. ❝EW! MOM!❞ screamed the child behind the two, covering his eyes with the wooden toy sword in his hand. Shiva almost felt the heavy and warm breath of her man against her skin and she smiled. ❝--you know... just... how...❞
...Lips almost touching...
Then suddenly there was a loud snap. Like the sound of a branch breaking in half. No, it was just Yojimbo's wooden sword he used to practice with his son. Poor man, saw nothing as she had placed her hands on it and frozen it so it broke in half. ❝--smart I am.❞ Shiva opened her eyes and so did Yojimbo. Akio looked happy, laughing at his father's misfortune. The woman now stepped backwards and towards her son. Once she stood next to him, she kneeled down a little bit to kiss her son's ebony hair. ❝You two play nice now, okay?❞
Somewhere in the background Yojimbo grumbled; maybe he was a little bit mad but not much.
❝I will remember this, woman. Mark my word!❞ Shiva laughed at his words. He always said that. ❝Sure you will-- Come now Daigoro!❞ The ice queen started walking back into the cavern again and the dog resting in the shadow, hiding from the sun, got up and quite happily followed its family member into the cavern.
The father and son still stayed outside practicing.
Yojimbo stood still, though. He had a smile on his face as he looked after the ice queen. ❝Dad...❞ Akio called his father but got no response. ❝Dad!❞ Still no response. ❝DAAAAAD!❞ The father then woke up from the depths of his thoughts. ❝What!❞ he probably yelled way louder than he was supposed to but the young boy was not really afraid; he just chuckled and said: ❝Mom outsmarted you.❞ The father shook his head in amusement and looked at the broken piece of wood in his hand.
❝No, she did not. Your mother just has something nobody else does.❞ ❝...what? What mom has?❞
The father just smiled and was now looking at his son. ❝Let's just say that behind every great man there's a great woman. You'll learn it when you're older. It's grown-up stuff.❞
❝Ew, grown-up stuff is boring!❞
After that the father started preaching his son about defence techniques.











