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Warmth - A Snippet

In a cottage, Takeda and Kenshi recuperate from yet another training session. Meanwhile the former comes across some familiar items. Perfect to aid with the freezing temperatures.

The swordsman sat up in bed. Listening to his son rummage through his bag.

“You ever use an electric blanket?” Takeda asked.

“No. I don't think so,” Kenshi stifled a yawn as he stretched his taut muscles.

Takeda hastily unfolded one of the blankets.“Cassie had extras and insisted. She wouldn't take no for an answer.” He walked to the outlet near Kenshi’s bed and plugged in the blanket’s cord. “Are you cold?” He thumbed through the controller’s settings.

“I’ll, be alright.” Kenshi’s lower body was suddenly enveloped in fluffy fabric. “You don’t need to-”

“It’s okay, really.” Once he covered Kenshi’s legs, Takeda sat at his bedside. “So,” he was tentative with his words. “I'll make us some tea. Would you like that?”

Candlelight illuminated the swordsman's clouded, milky white gaze. He held his tongue momentarily. “Yes, I would. And Takeda,” he reached out and felt for his son’s shoulder. Steadying himself when he found it. “Thank you.”

Takeda checked him a few minutes later, only to find he dozed off. His chest rose and fell, in slow, even breaths. The ninja padded over to the bed. He turned off and unplugged the blanket. The pillows under Kenshi’s head and neck were adjusted; the movement did nothing to disturb his slumber. As he tucked him in, Takeda gently squeezed his father’s hand.

“Good night Dad.” He extinguished the candles.

Kenshi awoke to rustling coming from outside the room. Easing himself out of bed, he called Sento to him. He sauntered to the kitchen. Greeted by the sound of Takeda, pouring tea for the both of them.

Some Incoherent Thoughts on Suchin and the Aftermath of Her Demise

Because NRS sure as hell won’t fill in the blanks. The following is mostly hypotheses and... it’s just hypotheses.

Given her ability to hold her own against Red Dragon thugs, I wouldn’t consider her a slouch. She found out they were coming for her kid and hid him. Maybe she trained in secret when Takeda was at school or a friend’s house. Assuming she kept a low profile, she’d probably interact with others only out of necessity-most of the time. Takeda couldn’t have friends over at their place. He could go over to his friend’s homes (with her say so, and it took time for her to agree).

Aside from her mother and Takeda, how many people was she close with? Did she have other living relatives? Was she also from a family of warriors? Is Granny a secret badass?

What happened immediately after her corpse was discovered? Kenshi knew who the perpetrators were, and the motive behind the crime. Perhaps he thought there wouldn’t be a reason to call the police. And there was urgency to find Takeda. Did he even know the Thai EMS number? Either he placed a secret call to the emergency services and left. Or he told Suchin’s mom-when obtaining Takeda’s location- and she took care of everything.

What about the funeral? More than likely, due to the Red Dragon being hot on his trail, Kenshi didn’t attend. Picture him meeting Granny years later, Takeda in tow. He finds out she never scattered her daughter’s ashes. She kept them for Kenshi and her grandson bid farewell. That day is not easy for any one of them.

If we’re going for a AU version of events. Have Kenshi participate in preparing the body with Granny. Positioning Suchin’s hands in a prayer like gesture with flowers and incense. Before placing her in the coffin, he strokes her forehead and kisses her one last time. The funeral is a minuscule gathering. Kenshi tries to celebrate her life. The lingering guilt keeps him silent. He aids in transporting Suchin’s coffin to the crematorium. The chanting of the monks is nothing more than noise to him. He takes the time to cook a favorite meal hers, and uses it as an offering to be cremated. Finally, everyone places their items on the pyre. Once it’s Kenshi’s turn to pour water over Suchin (to wash away sins), his hands shake. Granny guides him. Together they pour the water over her face. Suchin’s favorite flowers are placed on top of the coffin. Kenshi sits by the funeral pyre until the cremation is complete. Imagine Takeda finding out his father attended the funeral, but he couldn’t. Oof.

Hun, how come you left this in the tags? This is amazing! What if Kenshi starts taking Takeda to his favorite places to grab a bite? Or he surprises the Kombat Kids with a some Outworld kebabs?

The Takahashis and Food

Well aware of the “Kenshi can’t cook for shit” jokes in the fandom. Hell yeah they’re funny. Hear me out for a moment though.

Due to his nomadic lifestyle and his current focus on defending Earthrealm, cooking is something done almost entirely out of necessity. After reuniting with his son, training is the main method of bonding. Until Takeda mentions his craving for desserts. And the swordsman remembers his childhood comfort foods.

They spend the day making Anko-red bean paste-from scratch, and using it in Anpan. Takeda already learned how to make it from Hanzo, but he’s still curious about his father’s take on the recipe. Kenshi is more than happy to have his son be his eyes, and his occasional helping hands. It leads to him bringing tea and homemade snacks to Takeda and vice versa.

To this day, neither of them can agree if Tsubu-an or Koshi-an is better.

The Takahashis and Food

Well aware of the “Kenshi can’t cook for shit” jokes in the fandom. Hell yeah they’re funny. Hear me out for a moment though.

Due to his nomadic lifestyle and his current focus on defending Earthrealm, cooking is something done almost entirely out of necessity. After reuniting with his son, training is the main method of bonding. Until Takeda mentions his craving for desserts. And the swordsman remembers his childhood comfort foods.

They spend the day making Anko-red bean paste-from scratch, and using it in Anpan. Takeda already learned how to make it from Hanzo, but he’s still curious about his father’s take on the recipe. Kenshi is more than happy to have his son be his eyes, and his occasional helping hands. It leads to him bringing tea and homemade snacks to Takeda and vice versa.

To this day, neither of them can agree if Tsubu-an or Koshi-an is better.