Bab 73: Family time(fluff and gives you diabaties)
Kenta, Yor, and Anya sat in the spacious living room of their lavish residence. The room was adorned with opulent decorations, reflecting the wealth and power Kenta had acquired through his nefarious activities.
Anya, a bright and innocent girl, bounced on the sofa with excitement, clutching a picture book in her small hands. Her wide-eyed gaze was fixed on Kenta, who sat nearby, his expression typically stern and foreboding.
Yor, a gentle and caring soul, sat between them, playing the role of a bridge in their complex family dynamic. She smiled warmly at Anya, encouraging her to show Kenta the book she had been so excited about.
"Look, Daddy!" Anya exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "I drew pictures of us as a family!" She eagerly flipped through the pages, revealing her crayon-drawn illustrations of Kenta, Yor, and herself engaged in various activities.
Kenta glanced at the drawings with a hint of amusement, though his sinister demeanor remained intact. He reached out, taking the book from Anya's hands, and examined each page, his eyes narrowing as he observed the depictions.
Yor watched the interaction closely, her heart filled with a mixture of love for her daughter and a sliver of hope for Kenta's redemption. She leaned towards him, whispering softly, "Anya worked really hard on those drawings. She loves spending time with you, even though you're so busy."
Kenta's features softened imperceptibly as he returned his attention to the vibrant illustrations. He couldn't deny the bond that had formed between him and his daughter, despite his wicked nature. In his own twisted way, he found a sense of pride in seeing himself as a father figure through Anya's eyes.
With a gruff voice that betrayed a trace of fondness, Kenta handed the book back to Anya. "You did well, Anya," he acknowledged. "Keep practicing. We'll have an evil empire to conquer together one day."
Anya beamed at the subtle praise from her father, her innocent trust in him unwavering. She hugged the book tightly and cuddled closer to Yor, her mother's embrace providing a sense of warmth and security amidst the darkness that surrounded their family.
In this unusual and complex family, moments like these served as fragile threads of connection, weaving together the contrasting forces of love, evil, and hope.
Anya's innocent curiosity led her to ask a question that many children eventually ponder. In this scenario, let's explore how Kenta and Yor navigate this sensitive topic while keeping Anya's innocence intact, despite Kenta's evil nature.
Anya, wide-eyed and brimming with curiosity, turned to her parents, Kenta and Yor, with a question that had been on her mind for some time.
"Daddy, Mommy, how are children born?" she asked innocently, her gaze shifting between them.
Kenta's stern expression softened for a moment, realizing the importance of approaching the subject with care. Yor, always gentle and nurturing, took the lead, understanding the significance of providing a simplified and age-appropriate explanation.
"Well, sweetie," Yor began, her voice warm and reassuring, "when a man and a woman love each other very much, they decide to have a baby. The mommy's body has a special place called a womb, where the baby grows."
Anya listened attentively, her eyes wide with wonder, absorbing every word her mother said. Kenta, though struggling to convey tenderness, recognized the need to contribute to the conversation.
"Daddy's role is to give a special seed called a sperm, and Mommy's role is to have a special egg," Kenta added in his characteristic deep voice. "When the sperm and the egg come together, a baby starts to form inside the mommy's womb."
Anya's face lit up with fascination, trying to comprehend the concept. "So, babies grow inside mommies' tummies?" she asked, seeking confirmation.
Anya nodded, her eyes filled with wonder as she tried to comprehend the concept. Sensing Yor's slight discomfort, she decided to push the boundaries a bit further.
"Can I see it happen, Mommy?" Anya asked, innocently seeking a practical demonstration.
Yor blushed, her cheeks turning rosy, and gently placed her hands on Anya's shoulders. "Oh, sweetie, it's not something we can see happening. It's a special and private moment that happens between grown-ups when they are ready."
Anya, sensing her mother's shyness, nodded understandingly. "Okay, Mommy. I understand."
Kenta, observing the exchange, decided to add a touch of levity to ease the atmosphere. "Anya, when you're older, you'll learn more about it in school and have a better understanding. Right now, it's important to focus on being a happy and carefree child."
Anya's face lit up with a smile, grateful for the explanation and the love shared within their family. She wrapped her arms around both Kenta and Yor, feeling the warmth and security they provided.
In that moment, Yor's shyness and Kenta's recognition of her boundaries spoke volumes about their respect for each other and their commitment to preserving Anya's innocence. They understood the importance of protecting her curiosity while allowing her to learn and grow at an appropriate pace.
Anya, wide-eyed and filled with curiosity, turned to her parents, Kenta and Yor, with a question that had been on her mind for some time.
"Daddy, Mommy, do I have to do that baby thing with a boy when I grow up?" she asked innocently, her gaze shifting between them.
Kenta's stern expression softened, understanding the significance of addressing the question with care while preserving Anya's innocence. He exchanged a glance with Yor, who nodded, signaling their agreement on how to approach the topic.
Chuckling softly, Kenta crouched down to be at eye level with Anya. "Well, my little princess, when you grow up, it will be your choice. Some people choose to have a baby with someone they love, whether it's a boy or a girl, while others choose different paths."
Anya pondered his response for a moment, her tiny brow furrowing in concentration. "So, I can choose?"
Kenta smiled warmly, affirming her question. "Absolutely, Anya! It will be your decision to make when you're older. The most important thing is to follow your heart and do what feels right for you."
Anya's face lit up with excitement, feeling empowered by her father's words. She hugged Kenta tightly, giggling in her childlike innocence. "I wish I can have a baby with you, Daddy!"
Kenta chuckled softly, appreciating her innocence and the pure love she radiated. He gently ruffled her hair. "That's very sweet, Anya. You're such a special girl. Just remember, we'll always love and support you, no matter what choices you make in the future."
Yor, watching the exchange, smiled warmly at the bond between father and daughter. She interjected playfully, "Anya, let's focus on enjoying our time together right now, and we can talk more about these things when you're older, okay?"
Anya nodded eagerly, her childlike enthusiasm undeterred. "Okay, Mommy! Let's have lots of fun together!"
As they embraced as a family, their love and understanding shone through. Kenta, with his own complexities as an evil character, recognized the importance of fostering an environment of acceptance and support for Anya, allowing her to navigate her own choices and identity when the time comes.
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