Mitsuhide Akechi arrived at his near-empty house just as the weather had turned chilly. It almost found it a comfort as he unlocked the door and walked in, placing his bag on the ground and walking deeper into the house. It was quiet, and nothing was out of place through the sheer emptiness of the somewhat large home could be overwhelming at times. Today it was a blessing. He looked around and turned on his television for some noise, and he walked over to the closet in his kitchen to see what ready-made meal he would eat today. His life was simple though he was beginning to think he wanted more out of it.
As the meal heated, he took off his uniform shirt leaving him in his undershirt and his pants. He placed it over the chair he used more as a clothing rack then a actual chair. He heard the word storm and looked up at the television to see where the storm would hit and how much possible snow or rain it would dump on to the area.
The newscasters were again beginning the hyping of a storm that would probably not amount to much. He shook his head as he took out his food and sat in front of the television and began the simplicity of his unwinding from a long day of digging around in peoples lives to find out if they were involved in the plot against the country. Sometimes he loved his job; others he hated it, but he was a necessary evil to have.
After his shower, he threw on some clothes that had been on the floor when he heard the doorbell ring. No one ever rang the doorbell, and he wondered for a minute what the sound actually was. It peeled again a minute later as he moved forward to the front of his house. He cracked the door as he opened it slowly. No one was standing there. He was about ready to shut the door when he heard a small squeak. He looked down and saw the basket and the contents within it. He opened the door and just stood there, staring at the basket on his doorstep. When it finally registered in his brain on what it was he bent down and lifted it gently and brought it inside. He placed it down and saw there was a note in the basket as well.
Mr. Mitsuhide Akechi,
This is your brother, Toki’s daughter. Her mother could not take care of her without your brother’s help and had made a promise to him before his death a few months ago that if trouble should ever arise to get the child to you. We have already begun the legal process of severing ties of the mother, and you have been named as legal guardian of the baby girl. The only request of the mother is that you keep her name of Sakura Victoria Akechi. Enclosed are the legal papers already filed with the state of your residence and the beginning of others.
The law offices of Turmen and Giloes
Mitsuhide had to read the letter five times to begin to grasp what was going on. His older brother’s death six months ago had hit him hard. Toki was the one who everyone had relied on for anything, and when news of his death had been passed along, everyone had looked at Mitsuhide as the next in line to fill that role.
He wanted to be the one people could rely on though it wasn’t in his nature to be in the limelight. Toki had lived his life in the light and had enjoyed it. Mitsuhide had always preferred the shadows. Mitsuhide looked at the small creature in the basket and knew he had to call the authorities, but as he looked down into the two eyes that peered back at him, he knew the letter was real. This was his brother’s child. The eyes said it all as they were the same eyes he had as well.
Three hours later, from when the police and the department of child services had arrived, they also had left. Everything stated in the letters had proved to be accurate and was proven very quickly. He had no time to figure anything out as the adoption of the child was already stared without his signature, which it was waiting for.
He looked at the baby in his arms which had started making noise about an hour ago to which he had learned very quickly how to make a bottle, and he fed her like he was supposed to know how to do any of this. He had called his teammates over, and they had come then left to help get him the supplies he needed to get through the next few days.
He looked at the small baby, which he now had an idea of how old she really was because of the birth certificate. She was three months old. This tiny thing in his arms which was his brother responsibility now turned on to him. He couldn’t be bitter, though, as she reached for his finger and held on to it. Everything for him had changed in the blink of an eye.
He now had a significant responsibility. His house was no longer his own. He had a child to take care off. He looked at her as she fell asleep in his arms as he walked around the house. He had to think to himself, “What in the hell was Toki thinking when he picked me?”
Mitsuhide tried for two hours to lay the baby down in the small playpen that had been set up for her from the shopping trip his friends took. Every time she would wake up and squeak to him. He finally gave up and sat on the couch with her still in his arms. He grabbed a throw blanket with his foot as he dragged it over her and most of him. he laid back on the couch with the smallest weight on his chest, and he let his eyes close slowly. He would have to figure everything out in the morning.
He had forgot that babies wake up a few times to eat and be changed. Though at first, he had thought it almost wrong to change the babies diaper, he realized that he had too. Though he could only remembering doing it a few times before when he was a teenager and changing his younger brother and sister, it seemed the result was the same. Sakura stopped crying, and she seemed to be more content. She would fall back to sleep within a few minutes of eating and being changed.
Mitsuhide knew his whole life had changed in those few hours. He was now for lack of a better term since he was now in the process of adopting this tiny thing on him, a father. He had to shake off the thought of the fact his simple life was never going to be simple again.
In the morning, he looked at the child who was now dressed and ready in her car seat, looking at him as he did research on every daycare place that had openings. Her wide golden eyes reminded him of his own and those of his siblings. A rare family trait that made the eyes appear almost yellow in certain lights. There was no denying that Sakura was an Akechi.
He looked over the six he had narrowed it down too. He was going to have to go through them and look at each one. If anything, he was going to make sure his brother’s child was cared for while she was not in his care.
“Well come on kiddo.” He said as he looked at her. “We should go and see these places to find out which one you like the best.”
The baby just sat there quietly and looked at him. she seemed to be absorbing everything around her to which he had to laugh to himself. “You must be more like me than your father.”
Sakura didn’t make a noise as he went on to tell the small creature all about the man that was her biological father and the things they got into as children. He looked at her as he placed her in the back of his car, “I miss him, but now I have you to take his place, I guess.”
He drove to the first place on his list and began his new day as a father. It was going to be a lot hard than he realized to pick a place that he trusted to watch over her. In a matter of a few hours, she had become not his niece that he didn’t know about but the thing that transformed him magically into something he never thought he would be. Mistuhide Akechi was a father now.
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