Akayuki (Red Snow)--Michael's Past Part 3

Warning: The following contains suggestive dialogue. Reader discretion is advised.

Author's Note: Ojo-samas is for young ladies. Obaa-san is for older women or a grandmother. Ojii-san is for older men or a grandfather. The older woman Michael calls obaa-san was Mrs. Blankenship from "Halloween 6", but I dropped that and just used a regular elderly lady.

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental.

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"Ojo-samas.” Michael placed mugs of steaming tea in front of his two customers followed by individual plates of dango.

The ladies giggled. Judging by their ages, they couldn’t be twenty-one yet. 

Michael bowed to them before returning to the kitchen.

“Girls really like you.” The boy stood on a chair drying dishes.

“Get out of the kitchen,” Michael ordered.

“Are you married? My mom says you have a wife and a baby.” The boy finished his self-appointed task and hopped off the chair.

“My wife is pregnant,” Michael answered. “So we don’t have a baby yet.”

“So you…” 

Michael watched as a pink flush appeared on both of the boy’s cheeks then spread down his scrawny neck.

Michael smirked.

“Your parents had to make love to make you.”

“Shut up!” The boy left the kitchen in a hurry.

Michael was sure that had gotten rid of the boy for good.

Unfortunately, when Michael stepped out of the kitchen minutes later to serve another customer tea, his pest was still in the tea house. Worse, he had parked his little behind at the table with the two giggling young ladies. Michael scowled.

“Apologies for the wait, obaa-san,” he said to the elderly woman seated at a table on the opposite side of the dining room. He served her tea and glanced over at the boy, who continued to entertain the young ladies. The women were both giggling and shooting him shy looks.

“Michael?”

“Yes, obaa-san?” He returned his attention to the elderly woman.

“How is Annie? Better?”

“Yes, obaa-san. Her morning sickness is much better thanks to your herbal medicine.”

“Wonderful!” The woman sipped her tea and sighed contentedly. “A boy.”

“Hmm?” Michael wrenched his attention back to the elderly woman as a certain boy across the dining room said something to the ladies at his table that caused them all to laugh hysterically.

“Annie’s baby is going to be a boy. She’s carrying high. That means a boy.” The woman frowned. “Or is it a girl?”

The laughter across the dining room rose in volume. Michael struggled to maintain his polite demeanor.

“Annie and I will be happy as long as the baby is happy and healthy.”

“A beautiful, happy baby,” the elderly woman agreed.

Michael smiled and excused himself to her, using the pretext of needing to check on his other customers.

“And, get this,” the boy said to the ladies. “His sister rips off his mask and she doesn’t even recognize him. She screams and runs off and later, she says the reason she ran away was because she didn’t remember her long lost brother being so butt ugly. Ha ha!”

Michael scowled. Laurie is spreading stories about me, too. As soon as the laughter died down, Michael whispered in the boy’s ear,

“Not as butt ugly as a certain someone born five years ago.”

The ladies laughed as the boy shrieked and tipped over onto the floor.

Michael smirked as the boy scrambled up and glared at him.

“I’m almost ten.”

“Pardon me, ojii-san.” Michael bowed to him.

The boy scowled.

“I’m not that old.”

“Is this village idiot bothering you, ladies?” Michael asked his customers.

The ladies giggled and shook their heads.

“I’m not the village idiot!” the boy snapped.

“Village idiot is the only job you are qualified for.” Michael flicked the boy on the forehead. “Go to school or go outside and dance like the fool you are. Maybe you can earn money for your supper.”

Feeling victorious, Michael returned to the kitchen.