I'VE FINALLY REWRITTEN HIS PAST. 8D
And it turned out longer than expected... @A@;;
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My birth was a curse, I bit the nurse~
Veronica looked at the newborn child in her arms with sharp blue eyes. Unnerved, the dark brown-haired woman glanced over towards the doctor. "Doctor, his eyes... why are they..." she trailed off.
"Red?" The doctor shifted, as if unsure of himself. "Well..." he let out a sigh. "To be honest, I have no idea...We tried running some tests of him, and he's as healthy as can be... It's not a birth defect."
Veronica turned to her husband, eyes troubled. "Adair...?"
The black-haired man smiled at her. "I'm sure it's nothing, dear. As long as he's healthy... that's all that matters, right?" he didn't sound very convincing.
Veronica frowned slightly, averting her eyes from her husband's green ones and into her child's large, bright red eyes. 'His eyes remind me of a demon's...' she noted, a grim look on her face. 'I have a bad feeling about this child...'
As if hearing her thoughts, the child looked straight into her eyes and let out a high-pitched giggle.
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"Valentine Claudius, stop that this instant!"
The three-year old child paused. Lowering his plastic knife, he looked over at his fuming mother and blinked his large eyes innocently. "Yes, mommy?" Seeing that he was distracted, the other children the boy had been playing with immediately ran off. Some were even crying.
Veronica stalked over to her child and stared down at him, putting her hands on her hips. "Just what were you doing threatening those other children? And where did you get that knife?!"
"Huh?" Valentine blinked, confused. The small boy furrowed his brow. "But we were playing!" He glanced at the plastic knife in his hand, before looking back up at his mother. "It's not real, mommy! Daddy got it for me!" He beamed.
Veronica scowled at her son. "That's not how you play with other children, Valentine!" She held out her hand. "Give it to me."
Valentine drew back his hand, clutching his toy. "B-But why?" He jutted out his lower lip in a pout. His mother ignored him and snatched the plastic knife from his hands. "N-No! Give it back!" the three-year old wailed, trying to get it back.
"If you can't okay nice with other children, then you just won't play at all." Veronica slipped the toy into her purse. "Now, come. It's time to go home." The woman turned and briskly walked for her car.
With teary red eyes, Valentine dejectedly followed after his mother. He got into the passenger seat, not even bothering to buckle himself in. His mother didn't even notice as she started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot beside the park. A few minutes of silence passed. Valentine looked over at his mother. "...mommy?" he said after a moment. The dark brown-haired woman grunted, which her son took as his cue to go on. "Why's your belly so big?" He reached over and poked at his mother's stomach with a pale finger.
Veronica frowned, using a hand to swat the boy's hand away, keeping her eyes on the road. "We've told you before Valentine. I'm pregnant."
"I knooow, but was does that meeeeaaaan?" Valentine whined, falling back into his seat. His mother sighed.
"It means we're going to have another baby. That means you're going to be a big brother, Valentine."
Valentine straightened and looked at her with wide eyes. "W-Why?" His lower lip trembled. "Why do you want another baby? D-Do you not like me enough?"
The dark brown-haired woman sighed again, not even glancing her son's way. "Valentine, please. I'm trying to drive."
The three-year old fell back into his seat, sniffling. The rest of the car ride was silent.
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Four year-old Valentine watched as his parents cooed over his younger sister. It was December the twenty-fifth, Christmas Claudius' birthday.
The one-year old was looking up at her mother and father with wide, curious blue eyes. The child began to pull herself to her feet, wobbling a bit.
"Adair, look! She's walking!" Veronica smiled at her daughter and held out her arms. "Come here, baby. Come to mommy."
Adair chuckled.
Valentine frowned, looking away from the his parents and sister. He clenched his hands and gritted his teeth, before turning around to head up to his room.
"Christmas? No, come here! Come to mommy, sweetie!"
Valentine furrowed his brow, wondering why his mother's voice had an edge of panic to it. The boy blinked when he felt a tug on his pants. He turned his head, and his red eyes stared into his sister's bright blue ones.
Christmas blinked up at him, her hand still clutching the fabric of his pants. "V... Vawen...tine..." Her brother looked shocked, as did her parents. That was her first actual word.
Valentine could feel his parents stares on him and his sister, but he was too shocked to pay them any attention. He blinked, his sister surprising him again when she smiled at him and hugged his leg.
"Bw... Bwoder..."
Valentine felt a bit of warmth creep into his heart.
I am not a bad man...
 Teh Random Kitsune · Mon Dec 14, 2009 @ 05:31am · 2 Comments |
