[Monologue]
Who: Tayuya
What: Tayuya has the baby. FINALLY. o__o
Where: Kiba's home.
When: Today, Febuary 10th.
This was after the fact, the blood and the disgusting fluids that came along with the so-called miracle of childbirth, after she’d bitten through her lip, refusing to make the noises everyone expected her to. She feels the scabbed-over wound with her tongue, the raw skin taking metallic. It was quiet in the room, and she was alone, finally, for the first time in hours.
There had been so many people going in and out and Tayuya hadn’t even been able to tell the doctors from the visitors, because they’d all been wearing the common clothes of the general populace. Tayuya, who had so little faith…it wasn’t easy for her to let them place their hands on her. But she didn’t have that much of a choice. It was that, or do it herself, and there was no way that would work.
And…and.
The quiet was non-existent. Outside the door she could hear the voices of a family wasn’t hers and the rustling movement of people who had things to do. She lay on the soft bed and tried to ignore the noises and the wetness underneath her thighs.
She wasn’t given enough time to settle back into sleep, and someone opened the door. It didn’t squeak.
It was a woman she didn’t know, holding a bundle of yellow.
Tayuya’s eyes, they locked on that bundle until it was gently offered to her. She looked down at the clean white face gazing right back up at her, and she froze. Oh god, oh god, oh god. There it was, proof of her union between-
Choji.
She strained her brain, trying to remember if she’d seen his fat ass hanging around while she’d been trying to push a bowling ball out of her vagina. Tayuya couldn’t recall.
The woman, she placed the baby into Tayuya’s arms. And it opened its eyes, the baby, and it wasn’t a doll.
Her thoughts on Choji and anything but this creature in her arms faded into the background. It was warm beneath the blanket, and its eyes were the grey of a morning that was destined to be dark. It…that pronoun didn’t fit the bill, so she slowly pulled away the yellow fabric from his pale skin. Ah. A boy.
The woman’s voice broke through revere.
“Do you have a name for him, dear? Your husband mentioned Michio, but I felt it best to broach the subject with you before putting anything down officially.”
Her voice was soft and tender, like a mother’s voice. The child’s head turned towards it, avoiding his own mother’s face. “Yeah,” she replied slowly, not looking away from those baby fat cheeks. “Michio Elvis Aka…”
“Aka?” the woman asked, more than one question in her voice. “Isn’t that your-”
“Choji…the fatass, he ain’t my husband,” she corrected him faintly, giving all the explanation she deemed necessary.
And then the woman went away, without another word. Maybe it’s a female thing, understanding when someone needs a little time alone. Tayuya never went for that whole female intuition bullshit, but holding her goddam child in her arms, she could believe in anything.
The child gazed up at her, his small fingers lifting slowly…and reaching for nothing. Tayuya recognized that action. But like mother like son, that was redundant.
It was clear, then, that she wouldn’t be allowed to fuck around anymore, not in the same way. Not simply because she’d be setting an example for her child or because he depended on her…no, it wasn’t so simple.
Or maybe it was far more simple than that.
Her parents, that’s what they’d done with themselves. Fucked around.
And just like any hateful, bitter offspring, she was going to fall far from that tree.
This damn kid, he was going to had a fat pussy of a father, but he would have a father. His mother will kick his ass, but at least he’ll have a mother. And with all the uncles…well, if this kid doesn’t feel smothered in attention, Tayuya’ll know there’s something inherently wrong with him.
“Mother couldn’t love me, but that didn’t stop me from liking her. She was my mom, and I was no son of a bitch...”
Tayuya couldn’t tell if the small explosions in her chest were love.
She lifted up the hem of her shirt, and brought out a pale breast. And the child-Michio Elvis Aka-Akimichi-he drank.
What: Tayuya has the baby. FINALLY. o__o
Where: Kiba's home.
When: Today, Febuary 10th.
This was after the fact, the blood and the disgusting fluids that came along with the so-called miracle of childbirth, after she’d bitten through her lip, refusing to make the noises everyone expected her to. She feels the scabbed-over wound with her tongue, the raw skin taking metallic. It was quiet in the room, and she was alone, finally, for the first time in hours.
There had been so many people going in and out and Tayuya hadn’t even been able to tell the doctors from the visitors, because they’d all been wearing the common clothes of the general populace. Tayuya, who had so little faith…it wasn’t easy for her to let them place their hands on her. But she didn’t have that much of a choice. It was that, or do it herself, and there was no way that would work.
And…and.
The quiet was non-existent. Outside the door she could hear the voices of a family wasn’t hers and the rustling movement of people who had things to do. She lay on the soft bed and tried to ignore the noises and the wetness underneath her thighs.
She wasn’t given enough time to settle back into sleep, and someone opened the door. It didn’t squeak.
It was a woman she didn’t know, holding a bundle of yellow.
Tayuya’s eyes, they locked on that bundle until it was gently offered to her. She looked down at the clean white face gazing right back up at her, and she froze. Oh god, oh god, oh god. There it was, proof of her union between-
Choji.
She strained her brain, trying to remember if she’d seen his fat ass hanging around while she’d been trying to push a bowling ball out of her vagina. Tayuya couldn’t recall.
The woman, she placed the baby into Tayuya’s arms. And it opened its eyes, the baby, and it wasn’t a doll.
Her thoughts on Choji and anything but this creature in her arms faded into the background. It was warm beneath the blanket, and its eyes were the grey of a morning that was destined to be dark. It…that pronoun didn’t fit the bill, so she slowly pulled away the yellow fabric from his pale skin. Ah. A boy.
The woman’s voice broke through revere.
“Do you have a name for him, dear? Your husband mentioned Michio, but I felt it best to broach the subject with you before putting anything down officially.”
Her voice was soft and tender, like a mother’s voice. The child’s head turned towards it, avoiding his own mother’s face. “Yeah,” she replied slowly, not looking away from those baby fat cheeks. “Michio Elvis Aka…”
“Aka?” the woman asked, more than one question in her voice. “Isn’t that your-”
“Choji…the fatass, he ain’t my husband,” she corrected him faintly, giving all the explanation she deemed necessary.
And then the woman went away, without another word. Maybe it’s a female thing, understanding when someone needs a little time alone. Tayuya never went for that whole female intuition bullshit, but holding her goddam child in her arms, she could believe in anything.
The child gazed up at her, his small fingers lifting slowly…and reaching for nothing. Tayuya recognized that action. But like mother like son, that was redundant.
It was clear, then, that she wouldn’t be allowed to fuck around anymore, not in the same way. Not simply because she’d be setting an example for her child or because he depended on her…no, it wasn’t so simple.
Or maybe it was far more simple than that.
Her parents, that’s what they’d done with themselves. Fucked around.
And just like any hateful, bitter offspring, she was going to fall far from that tree.
This damn kid, he was going to had a fat pussy of a father, but he would have a father. His mother will kick his ass, but at least he’ll have a mother. And with all the uncles…well, if this kid doesn’t feel smothered in attention, Tayuya’ll know there’s something inherently wrong with him.
“Mother couldn’t love me, but that didn’t stop me from liking her. She was my mom, and I was no son of a bitch...”
Tayuya couldn’t tell if the small explosions in her chest were love.
She lifted up the hem of her shirt, and brought out a pale breast. And the child-Michio Elvis Aka-Akimichi-he drank.