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THE appetising aroma flowed around the orange hue kitchen, accompanied with a just as warm angelic humming. Azura's black eyes shining in delight at the freshly cooked dish being placed on the table.

With the soft hum, the woman whose appearance was close to the one of an angel lingered through the corridor, her soft steps felt feathery as she knocked on the chestnut door.

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A knock was enough to startle the child inside, who sat by the edge of a bed with smooth sheets deformed into a rough scrunches of anger and frustration.

"Mirai the dumplings are ready— what's wrong?"

The voice of the woman was, so soft and tender which only made the girl sniffle more as she felt coated in reassurance just from one word of the woman behind her.

Mirai stared through her window at the sky that was painted in deep reds, blues and yellows, trying to wipe the too large tears for her small hands away furiously. However to only create a burning sensation on her wet skin from her harsh approach to the salty water.

Yet the hot tears kept streaming down her face as she held in an a sob that nearly blossomed through.

"Are you okay?"

And there it was again! That sweet tone that felt like a cold pillow on a hot summer day. Long, soft slender hands slowly turning the crying mess as the girl's face just kept getting redder and redder by shade. Deep breaths were the precaution the girl took to remain composed and more calm.

"Mommy... I, mommy they..."

Placing a silky hand on the girl's cheeks, the mother gave a smile of reassurance that felt like soothing ice on burning skin. A smile of reassurance and worry that was ready to listen to concerns.

"It's okay Mirai, never hold your anger in."

And that was all that was needed.

"THEY SAID I'M UGLY!" The a cry came crashing with the accompany of waterfall of tears. Ugly sobs coming with snots joining forces to destroy Azumi's beige apron as Mirai cried into the woman's chest.

"Why would anyone say that to yo—" Azumi was interrupted with small hand grabbing onto her shoulder as Mirai pulled away and pointed an accusing finger towards the woman's chest.

"IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE SO PRETTY! YOU, YOU HAVE PRETTY HAIR, SKIN, EYES AND EVERYTHING! AND, AND—"

Mirai had to stop to cough for a second as another one of her dramatical sobs choked her speech down.

Dear lord Mirai Doi was definitely not a pretty crier.

"And, and you're just so nice and talented while I'm so different! I cant even do well in academy..." The seven year old mumbled before rubbing her eyes aggressively.

Azumi flinched so gently at the words 'talented' but kept stroking her daughter's back nevertheless.

But it was true. She barely looked anything like her mother, never being the lucky one to be gifted the beautiful shiny chocolate hair, night dark eyes and the porcelain skin that was soft like a blooming flower's petals.

"And all the boys say i'm very ugly because I look nothing like you..." Mirai mumbled as the hiccups were becoming less violent, fading with the colours of the sky into a calm, serene state.

"All of them?" Asked the woman with amusement as she stroked her daughter's hair.

"No, only the really mean ones! They, they said that because i'm so bad with numjutsu—"

"You mean ninjutsu?"

"I DONT CARE! YES! WHATEVER NINJUTSU! They, They said i'm worthless and I'm not pretty enough to even be like you." Soon the mumbling slowly dissolved into whispers as all the tears sank into Azumi's shirt and apron. The woman's eyes melting in amusement as she tapped her daughter on the shoulder.

"Mirai listen to me."

With a nod in reply Azumi smiled before pulling the now calm mess to look her in the eyes.

"Whatever anyone says, you're just as beautiful and in no way does looking like me or not identify your beauty. Because beauty does not come from appearance only and is not in one colour of form."

She signed before looking with such adoration at the child hugging her. How could she not consider her own creation and blood beautiful?

She adored those dark, half-lidded eyes, skin with the colour of a peach bun that reminded her the taste of her favourite dessert. And the short, auburn hair that forever reminded her of an Autumn dawn. How in the world could she consider her daughter 'not as beautiful'?

What kind of bullshit is this?

"Eh, my beautiful, stupid child—"

"Mommy I'm not stupid! I behave well and i'm always polite!" Mirai protested before hugging intensifying her hug.

Laughing softly, the woman gently led her only daughter into the small dining room.
Which soon turned into Mirai munching onto the dumplings with the speed of light.

Sitting right across from the hungry girl, Azumi's eyes widened as a thought appeared in her mind before a small smirk graced her ruby red lips.

"If you want later i can show you a small trick! Im no ninja anymore but when i was younger i invented this trick and still use it everyday!" She smiled before clasping her hands together in anticipation.

"Wuat ar yu twalkng bout?" Mirai said with a stuffed mouth, not sparing a glance at her smirking mother whilst stating at her dish with the aim to finish all of it.

Azumi gently brought her pointing finger to her cheek before smiling eagerly.

"I will teach you a trick i invented..."

Slowly the Azumi was pointing her hand towards the girl's face with a victorious grin.

"I shall teach you how I manage to bring in makeup with me to work and never get caught!" She exclaimed in excitement before staring at the neutral face of her daughter.

This is absolutely ridiculous.

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My apologies i couldn't resist

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