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1 Year After Orochi…
“I brought some food for you, Soramaru-san.” Nishiki blushed and looked away.
Sora nodded and smiled a smile as bright as the sun. “Thank you, Nishiki! I really did need this.”
“Soraaaaaaaaaaa!!!” Tenka and Chutaro jumped on their brother, and the entire family wrestled on the floor of the dojo.
And Nishiki smiled. It was very warm inside the Kumou house.
3 Years After Orochi…
“Nishiki! Are you done taking your bath?” Sora knocked on the door.
Nishiki walked out, toweling off her hair. Soramaru stared in awe.
The white side of Nishiki’s head was beginning to be overtaken by black. He ran his fingers through the wet strands and she smiled.
“I guess darkness can’t taint me forever.”
She cried. But it was very warm in the Kumou house.
5 Years After Orochi…
The moon was very bright on the anniversary of the Orochi’s death. The breeze swirled the sound of children’s laughter around the two shadows sitting in the light of the porch.
“Nishiki…I know it’s hard living with us Kumous, but…” Soramaru stared at her intensely.
“Won’t you stay…maybe for forever?”
She looked back at him, her gaze steady. “I wouldn’t dream of leaving.”
And the boy across from her grinned a grin that rivaled the brightness of the moon.
But there, hanging in the darkness, was a question unasked. She wondered if it would ever be given a chance to be answered.
The night was a cold one. But the Kumou house was very warm.
6 Years After Orochi…
“Nishiki.” he said, his determined voice ringing out through the quiet woods. His eyes were staring directly into hers. “Would you…like to get married?”
She looked startled. The second son looked at her, waiting.
The moon peeked out of the clouds, its light streaming onto her as the last of the purple melted away from her eyes.
“Yes.”
A question was asked
A question was answered.
And it was very warm in the second Kumou son’s arms.
8 Years After Orochi…
“I’m home, Nishiki.” Sora wrapped his wife in a hug.
“I’m glad you made it back safely.” she said, her voice muffled into his robe.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” The second son grinned.
“Well, I might have something else you can handle.” Sora tilted his head, looking confused. She took his hands and guided them to her stomach.
“Looks like there’s going to be another Kumou in the family.”
Sora’s yells of joy could be heard throughout the entire town.
She couldn’t remember what it felt like to be cold anymore.
And she laughed. And kept laughing.
After all, the Kumou house was very warm.