❝Hmm.. I was never one to play guessing games. ❞ Tifa said bluntly, placing a gloved finger tip along her bottom lip.

❝You do sort of look familiar if I am being honest here.❞ She said before scratching the scalp on top of her head. Something told her this was either Jenova or a new version of Sephiroth being brought back to life. Which ever it was, she clearly wanted answers and that time was now. Maybe Cloud already knew about this.. too.

Damn, he’d been hoping. Maybe if... He pulled back his hair, hoping that the better view would give her some help. Sephiroth did not look much like himself. Muscle tone was lower, and the colors were all wrong. Lucrecia’s warm brown hair in place of Jenova’s silver; tanned skin and mahogany eyes closely resembling Vincent’s own color looked hopeful from beneath the hand that held back his limp fringe.

The instinct had taken over faster than he expected when he kicked the guy away from Tifa. In all honesty, if mommy hadn’t spoken Kumon might have actually brutally attacked the man. It was mommy’s voice that brought him somewhat back into reality. 

Wait... How had he gotten from where mommy was to where the downed meanie was so quickly? Also, what did he even do for the taller man to end up like that? Kumon looked up at mommy in confusion, slit pupils looking around in a daze. What was he doing?

Oh! He went downstairs for a glass of water from the bar’s fridge when he saw the guy ready to hurt mommy. Red filled his vision until he came back to his senses from mommy’s voice.

Oh no... Did he hurt the guy he saw trying to attack mommy?

A groan next to him made the puppy yelp in surprise before backing away in horror. His pupils had returned to their normal round shape, and he looked absolutely ashamed as his ears fell flat against his head.

Wait... Where were his blankie and chocobo plush, Lady? He was carrying both downstairs when the event happened. Did he drop them? 

There! He had dropped them at the bottom of the stairs. Quickly he ran to pick them up and hug them tight, tears falling from his eyes. It must have been confusing for the newcomers to see a six year old boy kick a man more than twice his size across the room at full force in Chocobo pattern pajamas. Some may have even found it amusing.

The tingling sensation at the back of Kumon’s head told him that most if not all eyes were on him. The bar was dead silent. 

With a whimper, he scurried behind the counter and hid in any space big enough to hold him comfortably as he whispered constant apologies.

He could feel the dread racing up his spine as he hid underneath his parent’s bed. She knows, oh she knows he needs a bath without even needing to see how dirty he was. Ears flattened against his skull as he tried to hide a whimper. Of course, he wouldn’t struggle much when caught... but he would try to postpone the inevitable as long as he could.

“Hopefully there’s no dirty trail leadin here...” He muttered to himself as he patiently listened for mommy’s footsteps.

His mommy was right when she commented on the pup’s tiredness. He had spent most of his Saturday playing outside with the other kids around the neighborhood. It was the first time since winter hit that the weather cooperated with the kids to play in the sun, so Kumon took full advantage of it.

He came home exhausted from a fun day of play around three in the afternoon, and promptly plopped his head into mommy’s lap as she was reading something on her phone. The main door was open, but the screen door was in place to let the nice breeze in. 

It wasn’t locked at the moment due to mommy being home, and that was a good thing. Kumon felt like he was gonna fall over and sleep on the floor. “Had fun today, mummy...” 

He mumbled as he started to drift off to sleep, giving a tired little yawn as he settled in her lap for a nap.