Post by Aomori, Kenji on Mar 17, 2014 1:33:31 GMT
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[/font][/ul]"When you thought i wasn't looking,
I felt you kiss me good night,
I felt loved and safe."
His beautiful eyes scanned the piece of parchment that he held in his hand, while his mouth let out a soft poem written in a children's perspective towards their loving mother or father. He had an habit of doing so - reciting poems relating to current situations, and he knew of this habit with high awareness. Right now, what brought about that specific passage from a poem was the assignment given to him by mission control - to babysit a child. The description was detailed. Held the child's age, reasoning, and fair warnings revealing habits and weaknesses. Allergic to Peanut Butter? The thought of being allergic to something sent a shiver of concern down Kenji's spine. He'd heard of situations of allergy, even read some poems regarding them, and they were anything but pleasant and tasteful. Life threatening and god-inspiring fearful.
I'll be careful. He thought to himself. It was only a few hours before he was at his assignment target parents doormat. He knocked softly, expecting two parents who were drowned in sleeplessness and relief. However, what opened the door held no sign of either. A beautiful brunette - most likely mother - opened the door in a very beautiful crimson dress placing her accessories in her ear. Her smile felt like the light of god, and she seemed to be well figured. He couldn't help but wonder why someone like this, so beautiful, so clean, couldn't hire a babysitter that's not a shinobi, or more, why a babysitter that is a shinobi. An unruly family that want to have huge enforcements on their child was an obviously foregone conclusion. "Hello! You must be from the shinobi corps." She said it with such gentleness. "Yes." He replied, keeping his words short and unaffected by his current emotional train of thought.
"Come on in. We'll be done in a second." He nodded, his blue hood falling from his head without his intention, as if the hood itself didn't want to disrespect such a beautiful woman by keeping itself on the hood of a boy. He loved her accent and vernacular. It was short sweep, no wasted movements, like a masterful swordsman of the night with no wasted movements in his decapitation of his target. "You ready?" A man's rugged voice spoke from out of view. The mother finished her earring placement and with a sort voice that seemed to carry across the room, "Yes." She was much like him, and it made him enjoy her presence even more.
They had finished quickly, reminded Kenji of the details inscribed in the mission description and left. They had informed him that their child was asleep, and he might have no requirement to perform anything, if he was lucky that is. Seems the child tired himself out beforehand, and now was sleeping after eating his afternoon snake. Guess I'll occupy my time with a good read. He pulled out his little brown book with the golden scale insignia. He turned to a page out of memorization that reminded him of a similar situation, and begun to softly read in the comfort his a wooden chair.
"I watched a little face sleeping,
Eyelashes fluttering so,
I wondered of the dream you were having,
and if Angels were playing there.
I watched a little face sleeping,
Your little mouth was smiling so,
I hope that you are as happy as me,
holding you in my arms.
I watched a little face sleeping,
making sure of the breath you take,
to watch you breathe and keep you safe,
is all that matters to me.
I watched a little face sleeping,
holding your small hand in mine,
five little fingers on each hand,
as one hangs onto mine.
I watched a little face sleeping,
and as I prayed to myself,
I thank God for letting me
watch a little face sleeping."
He felt satisfied that he could finish an entire reading of a poem. He took it slow as to cherish the words themselves and the meaning they held. He grew curious of the baby's sleeping face, and his dreams, looking towards his bedroom out of sheer reflex of desire, and taking a deep breath. It wouldn't hurt to venture into the bedroom and see how he was doing, was it? He contemplated for a few seconds before caving in with various arguments against himself as to why it would be only beneficial for the babysitter to check up on the baby they were indeed sitting. The argument had its pros and cons, so he took heed of the cons and walked in slowly as to not wake up the baby boy from his natural sleep.
He'd entered the room with nigh a squeak or loud step. The boy was indeed sleeping, the covers over his body only revealing his smiling face as he dreamed of whatever he dreamed. Indeed, this felt just as satisfying as being able to finish an entire read. He walked over to the crib that was dark blue in design, and with the darkness of the room, it was hard to distinguish so. He held a teddy bear in his right hand, and grasped the air in his left, as he slept with the covers blocking his upper body up to his arms. It seemed he had moved the sheets away from his body. So cute. His red cheeks, and perfect skin tone made him look like a genuine baby sleeping and sleeping well.
He decided to cover the entirety of the baby's body up to his head for proper coverage, but his finger got grasped by the hand grasping at air. At first, he was shocked, then that shock subsided as he watched the cuteness of his little fingers grasping onto his finger.
"I watched a little face sleeping,
holding your small hand in mine,
five little fingers on each hand,
as one hangs onto mine.
I watched a little face sleeping,
and as I prayed to myself,
I thank God for letting me
watch a little face sleeping."
He recited only that portion in a soft tone as he donned on a gentle smile, and freed his finger from the baby's grasp. He pulled the covers over him, and left with but a smile. To think, I lived this moment. He could scoff at this moment due to the surreality that presented itself, but he did not as to keep quiet for the child that slept. He laid on the couch for the rest of the hours, reading his poems with his mind and not letting a single sound be emitted from his body, movements or words so that the baby could keep sleeping and dreaming about the dream he dreamt.
The door was opened softly as the mother and father opened, and Kenji felt a sense of disappointment. He wanted to be in the presence of the baby, if only just a room away, and he didn't truly know why. "Did he cause you any trouble?" She asked with caution, but of course the fact she was buzzed out of her mind could not be mistaken. He smiled, "None." He replied, walking out the door as the mother looked at him with curiosity.
He walked home that day, remembering the touch of the boy's hands upon his finger, and looking at the moonlit sky. "The greatest feeling of men is the feeling that's unable to be described with simply words." He'd completed his mission, and in return gained an experience of a lifetime.
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I felt you kiss me good night,
I felt loved and safe."
His beautiful eyes scanned the piece of parchment that he held in his hand, while his mouth let out a soft poem written in a children's perspective towards their loving mother or father. He had an habit of doing so - reciting poems relating to current situations, and he knew of this habit with high awareness. Right now, what brought about that specific passage from a poem was the assignment given to him by mission control - to babysit a child. The description was detailed. Held the child's age, reasoning, and fair warnings revealing habits and weaknesses. Allergic to Peanut Butter? The thought of being allergic to something sent a shiver of concern down Kenji's spine. He'd heard of situations of allergy, even read some poems regarding them, and they were anything but pleasant and tasteful. Life threatening and god-inspiring fearful.
I'll be careful. He thought to himself. It was only a few hours before he was at his assignment target parents doormat. He knocked softly, expecting two parents who were drowned in sleeplessness and relief. However, what opened the door held no sign of either. A beautiful brunette - most likely mother - opened the door in a very beautiful crimson dress placing her accessories in her ear. Her smile felt like the light of god, and she seemed to be well figured. He couldn't help but wonder why someone like this, so beautiful, so clean, couldn't hire a babysitter that's not a shinobi, or more, why a babysitter that is a shinobi. An unruly family that want to have huge enforcements on their child was an obviously foregone conclusion. "Hello! You must be from the shinobi corps." She said it with such gentleness. "Yes." He replied, keeping his words short and unaffected by his current emotional train of thought.
"Come on in. We'll be done in a second." He nodded, his blue hood falling from his head without his intention, as if the hood itself didn't want to disrespect such a beautiful woman by keeping itself on the hood of a boy. He loved her accent and vernacular. It was short sweep, no wasted movements, like a masterful swordsman of the night with no wasted movements in his decapitation of his target. "You ready?" A man's rugged voice spoke from out of view. The mother finished her earring placement and with a sort voice that seemed to carry across the room, "Yes." She was much like him, and it made him enjoy her presence even more.
They had finished quickly, reminded Kenji of the details inscribed in the mission description and left. They had informed him that their child was asleep, and he might have no requirement to perform anything, if he was lucky that is. Seems the child tired himself out beforehand, and now was sleeping after eating his afternoon snake. Guess I'll occupy my time with a good read. He pulled out his little brown book with the golden scale insignia. He turned to a page out of memorization that reminded him of a similar situation, and begun to softly read in the comfort his a wooden chair.
"I watched a little face sleeping,
Eyelashes fluttering so,
I wondered of the dream you were having,
and if Angels were playing there.
I watched a little face sleeping,
Your little mouth was smiling so,
I hope that you are as happy as me,
holding you in my arms.
I watched a little face sleeping,
making sure of the breath you take,
to watch you breathe and keep you safe,
is all that matters to me.
I watched a little face sleeping,
holding your small hand in mine,
five little fingers on each hand,
as one hangs onto mine.
I watched a little face sleeping,
and as I prayed to myself,
I thank God for letting me
watch a little face sleeping."
He felt satisfied that he could finish an entire reading of a poem. He took it slow as to cherish the words themselves and the meaning they held. He grew curious of the baby's sleeping face, and his dreams, looking towards his bedroom out of sheer reflex of desire, and taking a deep breath. It wouldn't hurt to venture into the bedroom and see how he was doing, was it? He contemplated for a few seconds before caving in with various arguments against himself as to why it would be only beneficial for the babysitter to check up on the baby they were indeed sitting. The argument had its pros and cons, so he took heed of the cons and walked in slowly as to not wake up the baby boy from his natural sleep.
He'd entered the room with nigh a squeak or loud step. The boy was indeed sleeping, the covers over his body only revealing his smiling face as he dreamed of whatever he dreamed. Indeed, this felt just as satisfying as being able to finish an entire read. He walked over to the crib that was dark blue in design, and with the darkness of the room, it was hard to distinguish so. He held a teddy bear in his right hand, and grasped the air in his left, as he slept with the covers blocking his upper body up to his arms. It seemed he had moved the sheets away from his body. So cute. His red cheeks, and perfect skin tone made him look like a genuine baby sleeping and sleeping well.
He decided to cover the entirety of the baby's body up to his head for proper coverage, but his finger got grasped by the hand grasping at air. At first, he was shocked, then that shock subsided as he watched the cuteness of his little fingers grasping onto his finger.
"I watched a little face sleeping,
holding your small hand in mine,
five little fingers on each hand,
as one hangs onto mine.
I watched a little face sleeping,
and as I prayed to myself,
I thank God for letting me
watch a little face sleeping."
He recited only that portion in a soft tone as he donned on a gentle smile, and freed his finger from the baby's grasp. He pulled the covers over him, and left with but a smile. To think, I lived this moment. He could scoff at this moment due to the surreality that presented itself, but he did not as to keep quiet for the child that slept. He laid on the couch for the rest of the hours, reading his poems with his mind and not letting a single sound be emitted from his body, movements or words so that the baby could keep sleeping and dreaming about the dream he dreamt.
The door was opened softly as the mother and father opened, and Kenji felt a sense of disappointment. He wanted to be in the presence of the baby, if only just a room away, and he didn't truly know why. "Did he cause you any trouble?" She asked with caution, but of course the fact she was buzzed out of her mind could not be mistaken. He smiled, "None." He replied, walking out the door as the mother looked at him with curiosity.
He walked home that day, remembering the touch of the boy's hands upon his finger, and looking at the moonlit sky. "The greatest feeling of men is the feeling that's unable to be described with simply words." He'd completed his mission, and in return gained an experience of a lifetime.
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