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HEY EUROPEANS AMERICAN IS TRYING A MILKA BAR FOR THE FIRST TIME I’LL GET BACK TO Y’ALL ON MY THOUGHTS!
Safe Returns
This is Milka, Ichiji's adopted daughter. She has skin the color of strawberry milk, hair the color of chocolate milk, and eyes the color of unaltered milk. She's six years old.
Ichiji woke with a start, heart already pounding and sweat forming on his brow. It didn't take him long to realize the shrill shriek was real, and the sobbing was coming from his daughter's room across the hall. He scrambled out of bed, but when he got to her room, she was already standing in the doorway, probably on her way to his room. She looked up where his face should be, white eyes scrunched as tears waterfalled down her cheeks. "Da-da-da-ddy..." she tried to say between heavy sobs. Ichiji wanted to move quickly, to save his daughter from whatever scared her this badly. But paternal instinct reminded him that she needed calm and steady right now. "I'm here, Milka. Daddy's here." He bent down, stroked her arms as a warning he was about to pick her up. He lifted her easily and held her against his chest. Milka immediately buried her face in Ichiji's shoulder, sobbing openly in the safety of his arms. Ichiji carried her into her room and sat on the edge of her bed. "I'm not going anywhere. I've got you," he cooed. He rubbed her back and stroked her hair while humming soft a low. All that, combined with his warmth and sheltering arms, eventually convinced Milka to slow her breathing and gulp some air. "I had a bad dream, a nightmare," she explained when she was calm enough. Tears still spilled from her eyes, but she pulled her face away from his shoulder so she could talk easier. "That does sound scary. Do you want to tell me about it?" Ichiji adjusted his arms to Milka could lay her head back in the crook of his arm. He was glad she couldn't see how worried his own face looked. "They were laughing. All of them," Milka explained. Ichiji wondered vaguely if people born blind could dream in vision. But now wasn't the time to find out. "All the kids were laughing and pointing. All the adults had their backs turned away. The water was over my head. I tried to swim up, but I couldn't stay up. No one was helping me." Milka explained the dream so vividly, but it was the complex feelings behind the dream that he picked up on. "Oh, my precious child. You will never be alone like that again." "It was real. It really happened," Milka insisted. "I know it felt real. It was just a dream," Ichiji assured her. "No. Last summer. A life guard pulled me out and lectured me on swimming too deep." Milka's tone suggested her sadness and fear were being overwritten by anger. "Oh..." Is all Ichiji could say. He pulled her tighter against him. "Never again. Never again." It was a promise to himself as much as to Milka. "Daddy, I don't wanna be alone ever again. I don't wanna be scared," Milka mumbled with vulnerability. "You will never be alone like that as long as you're my daughter. If I can't be with you, I'll find someone I trust to be with you," Ichiji promised. He even realized in the back of his mind, if it came down to it, he would overcome his own anxiety and ask the man-child himself to babysit. Milka's breathing grew deeper and steadier. Her eyelids started drifting and fluttering. Ichiji resumed humming and rocked her gently. When she appeared in deep sleep, he laid her carefully on the mattress and covered her with the blankets nice and snug. He found Berry the stuffed strawberry on the ground and tucked it in beside Milka. He watched her sleep for a long time.
Steady Heart
This is Milka, Ichiji's adopted daughter. She has skin the color of strawberry milk, hair the color of chocolate milk, and eyes the color of unaltered milk. She's six years old.
Milka sat on her sofa, legs tucked carefully under her, Berry, the stuffed strawberry tucked under her chin. She listened carefully as her father paced the living room. She followed him with her ears. "I'm going to be in so much trouble!" Ichiji worried, sweat soaking into his shirt. "When Principal Yaga reads my report in the morning, he'll tear me a new one!" Milka sat quietly. Something soft ruffled, barely audible. She guessed he was pulling his own hair again. "But Principal Yaga is nothing to worry about next to Gojo. Did he check in with Yuji and Megumi today? Did they report what I'd done? If so, Gojo's speeding across the country right now to kill me!" His voice became a helpless whimper and his blood pressure spiked. Still, Milka sat patiently and listened carefully. "Why did I have to do it? I lost track of Gojo's students for two whole hours today! I'm so irresponsible with kids." Ichiji sat on the sofa with his head in his hands. Milka was done waiting. She felt the weight of his body on the cushions and crawled toward him. One hand touched linen pants instead of polyester cushion fabric. Finding him, she crawled into his lap. "It's ok, Daddy," she said, even though she didn't understand adult problems. Ichiji sat up a little straighter to make room for his child. He looks at her almost as though stunned by her presence. Milka put a hand on his chest, then her ear. "Your heart goes whumpawhumpawhumpawhumpa," she imitates the fast rhythm. "It always is, sweetheart," Ichiji sighs and strokes her hair. "Cukaburra sitting in the old gum tree," she starts singing. Her singing voice is thin, airy, light, almost whispy. She keeps her ear to his chest and sings a slow, calming pace. Ichiji hadn't had anyone to soothe him and help him with his anxiety since after middle school when he left home for Jujutsu High school. He looked at this impossible child. He was supposed to be the adult, the one soothing her. Yet, she knew exactly what he needed without him having to ask. He resigns himself to listening, stroking her hair, and adoring her cute face. Even her warmth and weight helped him calm down. "Laugh, cukaburra, laugh, cukaburra, save some gum for me." The room is quiet for several seconds, which could have been several hours. Ichiji's arms hold Milka just a little tighter. "Thum-thump.... thum-thump... thum-thump," Milka imitates his heart again. "Feel better, daddy?" "Yeah, I do, sweetheart. Thanks for taking care of me this evening," Ichiji agrees, and he sounds much calmer, too. "I'm sorry, Milka. What would you like to do before bed?" Milka's face lights up. "Will you read to me?" "Sure, I can do that. Would you like to learn how to read?" They pick a book together and spend the rest of the evening in peace.
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