Yuma: No! I don't want to leave big sis!
Grandparents: Big sis?
>Meet Kyouko<
Grandparents: Oh aren't you adorable *dot on Kyouko*
Kyouko: .... wut
But Kyouko snaps!
"I don't need you doting on me!" she yells at the old married couple!
The poor grandpa's heart clenches in pain.
Unaware of the effect her sudden yelling had, Kyouko turns away grandly, and addresses the reunited family of three over her shoulder:
"I'll be fine on my own. You just make sure to take care of Yuma, and don't die too soon, old peeps."
"But I want big sis Kyouko to stay!" yells a desconsolate Yuma.
Red eyes meet blue for one long second.
Kyouko turns and walk away, an echo of finapity resounding with each step's worth of distance she puts between her former protege and herself.
"You've got a real family now, Yuma," the redhead's voice seems to fade away as she leaves, "not a fuck up like me or your mom. It's better this way..."
The old grandma, having watched the scene with wisened eyes, finally speaks up once more:
"Wouldn't you accept a cookie before leaving, young Sakura?"
Kyouko stops midstep, one foot frozen an inch above the ground.
"If not a cookie, perhaps a slice of cake?"
Almost magically, Kyouko turns on her heel, allowing her foot to step forward towards Yuma and her grandparents, the redhead's long hair snapping around with the movement.
"I guess I could have a slice," she grumbles, grabbing a Yuma missile before she crashes onto her. The little girl's arms wrap around Kyouko, her head buried into her big sis' belly. "I mean, I have to make sure they'll feed you well, and not make you eat, say, raisins..."
The old couple smiled.
"Our little Yuma really cares for that girl."
"Yes," nodded the old man, "it wouldn't be a problem to keep her around. We've got enough savings..."
"Now listen here, old man," snapped Kyouko, disentangling herself from a teary eyed Yuma, "you can't just buy me with food. I got a home, you know?"
"I see," he nodded, no hint of judgement in his eyes.
"So I might drop by to check on Yuma-"
"And eat our sweets," chimmed in the grandma.
"But that's all, you hear me?" grunted the blushing Kyouko.
"That will be..."
"... Just fine."
The old couple smiled together, one smile stretched across two faces.
Yuma clung to Kyouko's hand.
Kyouko visited every day for lunch. And dinner. And sometimes for tea, if she wasn't still hanging around after lunch.