Heart Grows Strong, Cherish And Warmth

It was very deep in the night, yet, the sky was somehow of a very deep blue that allowed for even the ground to be semi-clearly seen without the help of any moon. At this moment, just as the deep blue sky was as always filled with stars, those very same stars seemed to move. They all behaved as if grains of sand were being leaned over from one angle to another in a glass container, all to let pass something much bigger than them - through.

Just as the universe seemed to have emptied out of stars from this side of the planet, an enormously unthinkable and glorious massive amount of energy made its way forth. Nothing could stop it, slow it down, and much less destroy it as it seemed to go after the highest of heavens. It ‘slowly’ crossed through it all and disappeared from the sight of the starless deep blue sky.

…Not even an instant later, but as if seconds had gone by in the several amounts of them, an explosion that fully illuminated every corner of the world flashed for even less than an iota, returning the entire world to the same as before. But as the world seemed to have experienced a disastrous calamity, a shrill, almost mute shrill scream which seemed to come from deep in the void resounded while also, at the same time, a boy’s cry sounded out at the center of the village whereas rain began to downpour.

“GAAAAAAAAAAWAAAAAAAAAA- GAWAAA GAWAAA GAWAAA GAWAA GAWAAA GAAAA GAAA GAAA…!!!”

Step…st-step, tap- step…!

PITTER-PATTER PITTER-PATTER PITTER-PATTER~!!~!!!

“Ee-eh, eh-hm?” From one of the 12 buildings of this tiny village which were just a couple meters away from each other and some even sharing a lateral wall, a young woman suddenly stepped out from the corner of one of those houses whose lights were still off, unlike the other 11. As she stepped, she needed support from the house’s outside walls. Her right shoulder was being dragged against the rough, dilapidated tiles.

With her left hand, she held her stomach, which was clearly opened by a blade, no longer in her hands, bleeding and stumbling about despite supporting herself on the house’s walls. She noticed the baby’s cries despite the ever-growing downpouring of the rain. Just as she was about to enter the house, and she was going to wait for her death there. She instead moved her legs as much as she could and…made her way towards the baby right in the middle of the ‘streets’.

Her lips were delicate and rough despite the rain, open and bloody as well. And with her stomach opened, she made her way towards the baby with her clean skirt tearing it off completely, with her right hand on her way there.

“GWAAAAAA GWAAAAAAAAUAAUAUAAUAAAAAH~!!” The baby screamed harder and harder, his entire purpose seemingly that of creating havoc in this village, but not even the closest house nearby seemed to hear him as they completely ignored the cries and even turned their lights off. Only the young woman with her stomach open noticed him…saw him.

Step, trukkh…step, step.

Finally, after more than a dozen meters went by, her legs grew more numb yet more pained every time, with her whole body tormented by her injuries, not just her opened stomach. The young woman arrived before the tiny baby boy, with his slightly pale skin being furiously attacked by the downpouring rain, and from which his minuscule penis gave the young woman the answer to his possible future.

“Ooh, a baby, you- what were you doing here? Who…who left you, hm?” At first, the young woman wasn’t trying to pick him up, possibly only to cover him and then…and then leave him alone, after all…she was going to die no matter what.

But as soon as she saw him below with his back against the cold, wet ground and his ears seemingly starting to get flooded by the water and dirt, the young woman glanced at her tummy before returning her eyes to him. Without thinking nor hesitating, the young woman bent down with all the pain in her heart and picked him up, her face and his coming so close to each other…

“So dark, hmhm, I can’t tell if you can see me or not… Aeh? You stopped crying? Then, can you see me, baby? Can you see me even in the dark of the night? Hehehe.” With some unknown smoothness, the young woman expertly managed to make a cocoon out of the baby boy, her nose coming close to his, booping the tip of his tiniest nose, making him jolt backwards with his tiny mouth seemingly trying to smile.

“...!” Seeing such a reaction, the young woman became dazzled…so wonderful and so beautiful and… But she realized, right then and there, that she couldn’t let go of this baby boy anymore. And so, with both her hands coming to grab the baby boy’s body, she lifted him up for head to be at her eye level before declaring in a most pitiful, warm, and tender, motherly tone of her weakened voice.

“From now on, I am your Mother, okay? Yes?” The young woman, naturally, got no response from the baby boy, but…she could swear to see the baby boy gasp inaudibly before closing his lips as if seriously accepting this ‘ceremony’ under the heavy rain.

“Sniff, I do- sniff… I don’t know how to do it. How to do it well. But I’m gonna try my hardest, baby. My baby, baby boy, eh? Eheetehehe.” Without noticing it, the pain in the stomach was no more. And her skin was even beginning to close, something that, despite the world being one where more than one type of life was known, was simply impossible to see.

Yet, all that was in her darkened eyes darkened by the night, was a mesmerizing love and source to live for and continue in this tormenting life of hers furthermore…just for him.

Step, step, step…

Without caring to see her wounds, the young woman embraced the baby boy back in her chest and arms, went back towards her large enough ‘hut’ with a few steps right in front of the door and with a small and humble, safe chimney inside, one that could very well be used to warm the seemingly sickly son of hers.

“Uuhh, why are you so pale??! Oh my gosh, I’ll do well to heal back up your skin, alright? Alright!” As she walked back to her wooden hut, some water having already slipped in from the doors left open, she began ‘berating’ a quietly reprimanding her little baby with her eyes never leaving his whole face. Her body was no longer bleeding out from anywhere.

“Ayayayyyy~, nobody came out, as if they couldn’t hear. But they can even hear the neighbors 6 houses away screaming at each other as always. I’m sure. Well, I haven’t been here for long. Maybe they no longer scream that much, but still!”

As for the baby boy? Even though he seemed to be able to see and even hear her, he didn’t seem to have any reaction towards her. Merely, his darkened eyes by the lack of light were glued to his one and only new mother. Like gazing at the one and only ‘thing’ that exists in all that there is, the baby boy’s eyes adorably gazed at the beautiful young lady, who talked to him and held his tiny little body in all warmth and love. It was so…so precious.

And, of course, he was obediently looking at his mother and listening to all the babbling things that were coming, spilling, and firing out of her mouth. From the moment he was picked up and brought to where water no longer hit against him, to the moments where she carried him all the way to turn on the heater, boil some water, soak a little cloth with it, and then bathe him a little to the moments she cut off a ton of blankets and curtains of the wooden hut to make him perfectly-sized clothes for his current body…and those of the subsequent years perhaps.

As she continued making ragged clothes for him, he watched with his already first set of clothes in his life, laying on his back and admiring the sight of the beautiful woman with dim lights in their bedroom. As it was just a wooden hut and one that was semi-large but of a single floor, only this room could be used for sleeping. There were no couches and only a mattress which was in this room.

Then, as the young mother finally had time to check herself out in the mirror in the bedroom’s bathroom, her bare body was for the silly, innocent baby boy to see. A scar that was even now rapidly healing and disappearing was visible at her tummy, from her solar plexus to her lower belly, almost arriving at her crotch.

“Guwaaa, yyaaaaaaaa!!” At first, the crying of the baby boy wasn’t noticed right away by the young woman, who looked at herself in the mirror with a lost countenance, as if so, so many bad memories were coming back at her. Recent ones. But the second cry of her boy, seemingly adamant and frustrated, woke her up as she went back to bed after turning the switches of the lights off.

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With her bare body, she brought the baby that was still with slightly pale skin against her torso, her genuinely large, smooth ‘little beds’ making the tiny baby comfortable as the young woman relieved a sigh of relief as soon as she felt a lot of warmth coming back to her from her torso and even breasts.

“There, there. Sleepy boy, go to sleep now…your Mother will start living with you from now on, mwah.”

“Yigngh, mggh~.” Already sleeping like a log, the baby boy made guttural but comfortable noises as his tiny nose seemed to express such blatant joy that it made the young mother smile back in pure bliss.

Rustle, fwomp~~.

With nothing else to worry about and with the cushions of her massive breasts, the young woman made sure that the baby boy had no more dirt or rainwater in any part of his body before closing her eyes. Both mother and son fell asleep together for the first time in these fateful and heavily raining moments deep in the night.

. . .

A few days later, it was barely evening when the young woman was gently rocking the baby in her arms, swinging her whole body left and right, up and down, as if she was dancing with her tender, most well-behaved baby boy.

In the window of the kitchen room they were in, not so small but rather humble, a pile of medicinal herbs and some fried fish were left there by a fellow villager who, after a few days, she was finally being welcomed back into her old home. However, her son had begun to cry out loud, sounding disgusted, raging, and totally in a bad mood.

Hence why now she was lovingly rocking her baby with tender love, spoiling him. As soon as she did, her son shut up, and she was so overwhelmed by joy at his incredible understanding capabilities that she fell into a trance of silence and warmth.

Because it was evening and she has been living in the wooden hut a couple of days already, there was more light to make use of, and though it wasn’t that lit up, only dimly lit, the kitchen room had a hue of brown, warm and pitiful that accentuated every feature of her body, face, and beauty.

She had a kind of ‘aquatic’ face that couldn’t be any more beautiful, dainty, and warm; that simple. Tender, porcelain, warm skin, and pure black almond eyes.

Her weapons of massive milk delivery were…great, just that great, damn great. And to add to that: she had a bottom that was… just perfect to endure arduous, long periods of breastfeeding and hips that were topnotch for childbearing. For that matter, her tummy would be gently caressed every time she went nude before those caresses went over to her baby’s head and back to help him after giving him lots to eat.

Thinking about how late it was getting, the young mother jolted her head back. She stopped dancing and looked at her back, her neck twisting as her son glued his dark pool eyes to her face, calm, serene warmth emanating from them as if he was but a dummy little boy.

Walking over to close the window without making much noise and leaving the plate of medicinal herbs and small fried fish in the dishwasher for later, perhaps. The young woman then brought a chair from the dining room to the kitchen, and sat down where the light on the ceiling wouldn’t reach her son’s face. While he resumed his massive eating and took her right breast out from her dull green long sundress that she had kept without her remembering about it before.

“There you go, Ciemnosc, time to eat again~!” Hearing the wonderful words, Ciemnosc pedaled both arms and legs, tiny hands and tiny feet as he ‘lunged’ over the great teat that brought bliss and fulfillment to his tiny tummy that always took so long before he could feel even half-full. Good thing that she seemed to have endless milk somehow.

“...Hmm, glutton.” Softly spoke the young mother, who caressed her son’s already growing black hair, which was strangely and attention-grabbing enough - of the pitchest and darkest of black ever seen in her life.

“Mmggyiyaah.” Enjoying his meal, Ciemnosc only had a bit of time to complacently respond to his mother before continuing to eat his mother’s teat. Taking care of his pose and not worrying no more about the speed that he was eating, the breathtaking, warm, and motherly young woman spent almost an entire hour like this a bit boredom as the hungry monster devoured and emptied out her inexhaustible reserves of top-notch milk.

“You’re going to grow big, strong, intelligent, clever, crafty and…and…and very shrewd! That way, you won’t be tricked like Mommy, and if you find someone you love, even if it’s more than one, which is fine, and I allow it. It will be your wonderful partners, and they- they… they have to be the most amazing ones! You gotta make Mommy proud, hear me~?”

“Mgulp mgulp mgulp…” Ciemnosc glared at her mother with open eyes, them shining as if responding obediently to her with a yes to all she said. She then continued, her voice hushing yet wonderfully loving, “You have to become really good at that, hear me? You can’t let your wife, or wives, suffer any bit, especially because of you.”

“And you don’t have to remember me forever when I’m gone. I’ll make sure you get to a good cultivating organization when you grow old enough. Just make me the best Mother in the world by reaching higher than this foul sky, alright?” The young woman began tearing down from her lacrimals in a joyous but…also saddened way, closure getting to her, at last.

“But- sniff- ah. I- Mommy would also like to have you remember her, too- sniff, forever.” Cleaning her teary eyes and cheeks with her left wrist, the young woman smiled…so heartbreakingly before adding one last time and kissing her son’s tiny head endlessly. “Your Mommy’s name is Xi Jidong. I know you, my son, is very intelligent. I have never seen anyone so wonderful, brilliant, and powerful as you, my love.”

“Which makes me proud like you could never be able to tell. It makes Mother very, really proud, my love.” Tearing up just some more, much similar to the way the first seconds of his life were met with heavy rain, the baby boy kept on suckling but dragged on on his Mother’s teat a bit as he became distracted…even seemingly tearing down tiny amounts of water himself which by luck weren’t of milk but of his own body.

“I love you, dear. Grow up and… and conquer the world to make Mommy proud even more, show them who my son is, his worth and…and lots of envy of having a Mother that loves her son so much. So, so so much. Mwwwah! Mwaah…”

While being mercilessly attacked by this bout of unending kissies, the baby boy Ciemnosc’s dark pool eyes reflected the same intelligence as whenever his Mother catches him as if entranced whenever she cooked, washed, fixed some stuff and wrote a lot of good things in the future when her son learned to read and write… Though she had already noticed he understood the words almost at that same instant in which he saw them and they were explained to him, how could she not be so damn proud?

“Yiyya~~...”

“Hm…” She couldn’t understand it, but she was sure he meant well for her and was being a good boy by obediently heeding her overbearing Mother’s wishes for success, a prosperous future, and gone crazy ambitions for himself; her son!

. . .

It’s been 33 days since Ciemnosc was picked up by his Mother. He could already recognize words left and right, up and down. Whichever way they may come, even in clever methods that Xi Jidong herself became baffled and confused herself with every now and then. Her son only failed twice at the beginning before never failing once again. But she was strict and had Ciemnosc practice over and over again every day. It even became a natural doctrine for the tiny, baby, capable boy.

In total, however, they’ve been together for more than 31 days, as this 33rd day was with both of them starting their morning as always. But from which Ciemnosc couldn’t move much on his own, only his head and wrists and shins could be moved about and not with much ease, for that matter.

He was being carried over by her as she began making herself a little bit of half a scrambled egg and with fortunately clean and fresh slices of bread already at their smaller dining table in the kitchen, which ‘they’ sold for some new clothes and a small table for the both of them.

The clothes were already made for Ciemnosc to wear up to his 5 years of age, as he would then be sent to an organization to see if he could enter it, even if that meant parting with him, which she wished not to do no matter how many circles she gave to said subject.

As for the food, it smelled delicious, it was wonderful…

“Ah~~~~...” Suddenly, Xi Jidong felt the entire world become numbly white, sparkly, and divine as if…

Whoosh…

Slowly but surely, Xi Jidong began falling towards the ground, her back turning like jelly and her legs as if they no longer existed.

With time, it was as if it stopped or slowed down. Xi Jidong’s face insanely changed, in an iota, to that of a worried as hell, preoccupied to death and a teary one instead. She however, was able to look at Ciemnosc, who was falling with her. Her hands couldn’t move anymore as her feet and hands began to turn into globes of a honeyed, golden outline and a warm, pitiful white.

Amidst the falling pair of bodies, one tiny and the other large, their pure almond black eyes and tiny dark pool eyes that consumed it all exchanged…so much information, shared memories, and connected emotions to one another that saying no words made any of them feel anxious… But from which the tiny dark pool-like eyes were confusedly raging on and wreaking havoc all around.

…From the outside, the lightly lit room with a flame dancing around in the early morning became completely overcome by shining white accompanied by golden and brown, but only for some moments before it abruptly disappeared.

… … …thud… …

A small; very small thud was heard, followed by the devilishly, agonizing, and terrifying, deadly screaming, cries, and screeches of an infant.

For the days to come, nonstop, a lot of time would pass by, and no one would even think of coming inside this wooden hut to help. A baby’s cries could be heard at all times. From morning to night, from early to early, and from late to late. It never ceased once, never paused once…never toned the volume down once.

“YIYAAAAAAAAA YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH YAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! YAAAAH YAH YAH YAAAAAAAAAAAAH YIIIIIIII~~! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

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Let It Rain's Note: Xi = from Cherish as in pity. Jidong = Warmth, emotion and excitement.