AN: That sound you hear? Yeah that’s me. I am so freaking happy with how it turned out, it’s amazing. @royslittleharper will be posting the companion piece soon, so be on the look out. Without further ado, I present Katherine, Kit, Blair in her debut .
Some days never seemed to end, and in Katherine Blair’s personal opinion, they were usually the sucky days. So, it seemed appropriate that the worst day of her life should go on for an eternity.
She did her best to catch pieces of the condolence her parent’s downstairs neighbor was attempting to offer. But her attention was split between the three most important people in her life; the people who needed it most. And right now, only one of them was in sight.
As quickly and politely as possible, she excused herself from the older woman’s grasp, and made her way over to the far side of the room. At seven years old, Natsume was her youngest brother, and by far the quietest. With an intelligence that far surpassed the rest of their family, the kid was already in middle school classes.
Silently she slid down the wall to sit next to him, and a second later his hand was in hers. “Kit.”
“You’re not going to leave … are you? You’re staying here, right?”
Kit sighs, they’d had this conversation no fewer than six times in the past four days, and everything she had read online, had told her it was completely normal. Natsume was feeling scared, abandoned, and unsure about the future; he needed the reassurance and it was up to Kit to give it.
So, she did the only thing she could think of, she pulled the kid into her lap, and wrapped her arms around him. Natsume had never been one for personal contact, he preferred his space, but when it came to Kit he had always wanted to be cuddled.
Despite the age distance, they were the closest of the four siblings. When she had lived in Central City, her youngest brother had called at least three times a week for hour long conversations.
“Seth still hasn’t come out.”
Kit could only grunt a response. No amount of banging on the door, talking, or bribery had convinced the oldest of her younger siblings to come out. Personally she had considered it a victory that she’d convinced him to come to the funeral at all. She hadn’t been surprised when he had locked himself in his room the moment they had returned home.
She’d deal with that later, she had other things to deal with at the moment. Like Great Aunt Muriel heading straight towards them. Immediately, Natsume turned in her arms and buried his head in her neck. Kit couldn’t blame the kid, she only wished her mother was still alive so that she could do the same.
But she wasn’t. So, Kit tightened her arms around the munchkin, and prepared for war. Aunt Muriel, was technically Great-Aunt-Muriel. The woman was a bitter old biddy, who had been forced to raise her Kit’s father, when her grandmother had just vanished one day. She was controlling and mean, and despite all of that her father had loved the old woman. He had never been able to say no to her, which made it a good thing that her mother had.
Aunt Muriel had hated their mother. First for her race, then for “stealing” her father, and finally for how her mother had acted. Kyoko Blair had been a free spirit. Every month her hair had been a new color or style, her nails were always done in some outrageous fashion, and she purposely kept her Japanese accent thick, just to annoy Great-Aunt-Muriel. Her mother had never left out the GREAT, specifically to remind the woman of her age.
Kit had been a witness to several arguments over the years; from the different piercings, to the tattoos. Her mother had been a rebellious spirit, and the stark opposite of her father.
Elliot Blair was the definition of a military man. He thrived on the order Aunt Muriel had brought him up in. He liked rules, and being on time. It’s what had made them such an odd couple. The one time he had refused Aunt Muriel had been when she’d demanded that he divorce her mother.
Elliot had made it clear, Kyoko was there to stay. They were soulmates, their eyes proved it. What had followed were years of passive aggressive snipes and forced, fake politeness in front of her father. The man had gone to his grave thinking the two women actually got along. A true testament to just how much they both loved him.
For years, Kit’s mother had been the wall standing between Muriel and her children. She had never let the woman get closer than the occasional visit. And Kit knew why. Muriel didn’t like her … or her sister for that matter. She saw them as replicas of their mother. Trouble waiting to brew. The boys however, she wanted the boys.
Kit had already had one argument with the woman about custody. Thank God for her mother. Her mother had made sure the will had been iron clad; Kit retained custody of her siblings until they turned eighteen years old. They were to stay together, as a family. It was a huge blessing in the middle of an even bigger shit storm.
With a sigh, Kit forced her eyes up towards the woman, “Aunt Muriel.”
“Why don’t I take little Nathan, so you can properly thank those who attended.”
Kit scowled. Having four children had left her parents with a lot of room for names. And with two different heritages they had plenty of names to pick from. Her mother had named her and Seth surprisingly. She had chosen western names. When Kit had asked why, she’d simply shrugged and said, “I liked the names I liked.”
Her father had named the two youngest; Aki and Natsume. Aunt Muriel had thrown a fit right up until her father had declared that he had chosen the names. She’s sweetened right up after that, but had still tried to “westernize” the names. She had called Natsume, Nathan and Aki, Abi.
The fight that had taken place between her mother and aunt was legendary. In fact Aunt Muriel had been banned from the apartment for six months after each incident. She hadn’t tried it again until now.
And the sheer fact that the woman was attempting to assert dominance right now, made Kit’s blood boil. Her parents hadn’t even been in the ground for an hour, and so far she’d questioned Kit’s ability to parent, host a funeral, and insulted half of her culture.
And to be completely honest she was done playing nice. She carefully nudged Natsume to the side before standing. “First of all, you bitter old biddy, his name is Natsume, and you damn well know it. My father, the man you raised, picked it, so RESPECT IT. Second of all, I’m fairly certain that everyone here understands that I’ve just buried my parents, but you. They also understand that my first priority is my siblings, which means if my brother needs a hug, I’m going to give him one.
I do not need you to hold him. I do not need your help picking out their clothes. I do not need your commentary on my parenting skills, because if you haven’t noticed my world is spinning right now, and all I want to do is cry, but I can’t! I can’t because I’ve got three kids depending on me. And before you start, yes …I realize I’m young. Yes I realize I’m only twenty-three. If I didn’t before, you’ve made it very clear over this past week, but I will figure this out because I am determined to keep this family together. So, butt out!”
The look on Aunt Muriel’s face was nearly enough to justify the outburst. Then she saw they eyes on her and the embarrassment was quick to follow. Finally, Aunt Muriel’s face turned red and Kit was certain that she was in for an earful, when someone said, “Well you heard her. Time for you to go.”
Kit’s eyes slid towards the voice, and she couldn’t help but smile. Anna Baily was a small woman, and stronger than an ox. She had a presence that demanded respect, and the woman had been the first one to offer help. She hadn’t said one negative word, had only offered a helping hand.
“You heard her Ms. Blair. Time to go.” At the sound of Commissioner Gordon’s voice Kit let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
Muriel said nothing as she simply turned on heel and left. A moment later Natusme’s hand was back in hers. Kit could only give a tentative smile as Anna and Commissioner Gordon approached.
She offered her free hand to both of them before giving her thanks, “You have no idea how grateful I am right now.”
Anna smiled, “From what your mother told me about that woman and what I just witnessed I have a fairly good idea.”
“Katherine, on behalf of the entire GCPD I’m very sorry about the loss of your parents. You father was a damn good cop.”
“Thank you Commissioner.”
“If there’s anything I can do …”
“I’ll let you know.”
Jim Gordon simply nodded before walking away, and Anna Bailey captured her attention. “How’s Aki doing?”
Kit shrugged, “Hard to tell. Aki’s been dramatic from birth, she’s in mourning but … it’s hard to tell.”
“I hope you don’t mind but I brought Maia, I figured a friendly face would do her some good.”
Kit watched the girl on the other side of the room. Maia Bailey was Aki’s best friend, and had been for some time. She put up well with the drama, and had some magic way of getting her sister to calm down during hysterical moments. And almost, if by magic Aki appeared. The eleven year old had followed Seth’s lead and locked herself in her room following the funeral. Unlike Seth, there had been loud sobs, and wailing from the other side of door.
With a running leap, Kit watched as Aki threw herself onto her best friend, in a heap of tears. Narrowing her eyes, Kit focused in on Aki’s face to find mascara smudged across her cheeks.
Kit could feel her eye start to twitch. Her parents had a no makeup rule until age thirteen. And Kit had made it clear that rule was still in place, when she’d found her younger sister rifling through her make-up earlier in the day.
Too exhausted to investigate, Kit simply slumped a bit. “Dear,” Anna Bailey’s voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she focused on the woman again, “Have you had any luck finding a job yet?”
Kit could only shrug, “Not yet, a few applications but it hasn’t been my main priority yet.”
“And those applications are for where?” Kit just smiled. Of course Anna saw straight through her, “You’re a trained chef my dear, and I was hoping to hire you myself. And before you say anything this is not pity, this is me wanting the best. More often than not I have several guests over every night, and well, I like good food. I don’t want an answer right now, we’ll talk later. Just think about it, hmm.”
Kit watched the woman head towards the food on the other side of the room before slumping back down against the wall. Natsume snuggled into her side a moment later. “We’re going to be okay, he says a moment later.”
“So certain, are ya?”
“Yep, I had a dream last night.”
Kit smiled down at him, “About what?”
“A bat, with eyes the same color as your left one.”
“Is that so?”
“I think it means you’ll find your soulmate soon.”
More than once Kit had thought about the owner of the blue eye. She’d stared at it for hours when she was a child. She and her mother had spent hours dreaming up what her soulmate would be like. How they looked, how they talked and acted.
Her favorite bedtime story had been her mother telling her about the first time she’d laid eyes on her father. She and her friends had been surrounded by military men at a local festival. They’d been making fun of the straight laced military uniforms when suddenly she locked eyes with a man across the way. Everyone else had disappeared, and she was suddenly staring into green eyes, that she had only seen in a mirror. The rest had been history.
Kit let out a sigh, “Who needs a soulmate, when I’ve got you?”
Natsume simply stared up at her, “I never said that you need him … but I think he needs you.”
Kit wasn’t sure she could handle another person needing her. She had enough on her plate as it was, and working out the dynamic of being a twenty-three single mother of three with being a soulmate was not something she wanted to try at the moment. So, for now, she just pulled her baby brother closer, and wished for the day to be over.