![]() ![]() His eyes were clouded until he spotted his home, his wife, and heard the laughter of his children did his eyes light up and there began to be a slight skip in his step. With the few remaining rays of the sun still in the sky, Matsuyo could see her husband coming up on the hill, carrying several bags and wearing heavy and dark clothes. “Yes, mama!” They all shrieked and all clamored over one another to the water like it was some race for victory. “All of you, go wash up for papa, okay?” She motioned her boys to the back of the house, where the water pump was. “Boys! My NEETs! Come inside and wash up for dinner!” The calls of their mother caused the boys to cease arguing and, like a little pack of wolf cubs, all ran to the house a few feet away where Matsuyo was beginning to put away her knitting supplies. It wouldn’t be long before their father comes home. The boys began to yell over each other on what to do now, ignoring the setting sun. “Eh? Ah, sorry, nii-san!” Jyushimatsu apologized. “Jyushimatsu, you dummy! You kicked the can too hard!” whined Choromatsu, stomping his foot on the ground. With enough force in his tiny foot, Ichimatsu kicked the can past his brothers to Jyushimatsu, who then followed the kick with a “Mega-Muscle Homerun Kick.” The can disappeared on the bordering woods. “Nii-san! Over here!” One of the boys, Jyushimatsu, was jumping up and down while waving over to Ichimatsu, who had been cornered by his older brothers. They were sextuplets, all mischievous and grinning in their own pleasure of their game. The other team, Ichimatsu, the fourth youngest, Jyushimatsu, the fifth youngest, and Todomatsu, the youngest. The teams were divided into three: Osomatsu, the oldest, Karamatsu, the second oldest, and Choromatsu, the third oldest. The boys were playing kick-the-can in the grass, not even bothering to wear shoes as they scampered here and there. It was summertime, yet the cool breeze blowing made being outside a joy. Living in a countryside was wonderful simply for its size for her boys to run as she watched on the porch, knitting away on her creaky chair. Matsuyo Matsuno waited for her husband, Matsuzo Matsuno, to return home while her six boys played along in the surrounding field of tall grass. QUICK AN: I finished this a while and as I’m not certain how often this will be, but I will at least try to pump some of these out as much as I can. ![]() ![]() WARNING: Mentions of graphic material such as some gore. ![]()
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