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After breaking himself and his son free from captivity, Kamikaze spends several years on a lonely planet simply focused on his child and their survival, simply focused on keeping his ever present rage under control. People, the descendents of humans long ago abducted by aliens, lived around him, beyond his wild forest home, but he rarely interacted with them, especially in the early days. That all changed when he locked eyes with a young woman while he was in town buying a cow. Wooing such a severely damaged man, and a monster to boot, was not at all easy for her, but by sheer bloody mindedness, and Kamikaze’s own endless desire to be loved and admired, she succeeded. The pair married, to the delight of Kamikaze's son, Izanagi.
However, love doesn't solve all problems, and Kamikaze remains afflicted by all the dreadful things that have been done to him, as well as all the terrible things he's done. The roaring beast inside is alive and undiminished in ferocity, all that's changed is its other half’s self control. One day, having built up enough pent up rage that he becomes afraid for his family, he takes off, far away from anyone, going to transform in safety. For many hours a vast tornado whirls over an inland sea, sucking up water, mud and fish into an enormous funnel, and throwing the chaos out again, until its fury is slightly mollified.
The hero who is a monster, returns home, exhausted, and still sad, grief being at the heart of his rage. He completes his duties, trains with his boy, and goes to bed before his wife. A little while later, she approaches him through the dark. He's still awake and watchful, lying on his side facing the door, his eyes partially open. She climbs over and behind him. He's still a hero, and won't let some innocent act as a meat shield, especially not his loved ones.
“Hey.” she says, resting a hand lightly on his arm, her body warming his back. They rarely engage in marital relations, but that doesn't lessen her love for him. Maybe the opposite, actually. His pain and issues, and the way he tries to hide them make her more assiduous, affectionate, and caring. Almost as soon as she expressed interest in him he told her he was an escaped slave. He didn't need to say anything more than that, but he did, telling her how he came to be a monster. But when they do express their love in that way, it's always as far from monstrous as it's possible to be.
A hand covers hers, gently. Kamikaze turns to face her. If she didn't speak to him and instead went straight to sleep he'd continue to lie still, watching the door, and listening. “Hey. What's up?” he asks.
Asking him how he is reminds him that he's a member of the walking wounded, so she doesn't use that sort of language unless he's displaying an actual physical wound.
“I missed you.” she says. That elicits a grin from her man. She never knew him back when he smiled often, but if she did she'd say that person briefly flashes to the surface at her words.
“Even though you see me all day every day?” he asks, pressing his forehead to hers.
“Even so. I miss you even when I'm looking into your face. I love you, I can never get enough.”
“Hehe, my number one fan.”
“After Izanagi.”
The grin turns into a smile, a small mature smile, and her samurai’s eyes water. “You think he looks up to me?” he asks, in a whisper.
“He worships the ground you walk on, my darling.”
The tears break free of Kamikaze's eyes. His wife kisses them away.