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Saturday, March 3, 2007
Oddball Father
May, 1886
Tokyo
It never failed. Whenever Kenshin went into town with Kenji and later Murasaki strapped to his shoulders, he felt people's eyes on him. In a country that prided itself on its homogenity, he stuck out like a sore thumb. It had always been so due to the red hair and violet eyes, but of late it was for a different reason: That he as a father was almost constantly with his children.
Most fathers spent hours and hours away from home working and frequently sought sexual pleasure from other women after their wives had the two children they wanted. At night, the mothers and children slept in the same room while the husbands slept or brought their lovers to their rooms.
Kenshin knew he was an oddball among Japanese fathers. The townspeople thought he didn't hear the whispers or see the stares. They thought he didn't notice the sidelong glances the mothers with young children gave him when he was among their numbers with his children.
He saw. He heard. He knew.
He didn't care.
After having been a hitokiri and a rurouni, both solitary lifestyles, Kenshin was thrilled by the idea of carrying a baby around on his shoulders, changing diapers, doing laundry, feeding, bathing, etc. Let them stare, let them whisper, let them laugh. What was it to him?
Feeling the weight of little Murasaki on his shoulders and watching as Kenji went for every puddle from this morning's rain brought a smile to his lips and peace to his heart. How many absentee fathers had that much?
~~Owari~~
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