Ouka had imagined what their daughter would look like. Of course it had to be a girl, Ouka just couldn't imagine herself having a boy, after all.
She would have Ouka's deep navy blue hair that was naturally curly, and possess those brilliant forget-me-not blue eyes that conveyed every emotion, just like Omi's. She would be gorgeous, with pale skin, and long legs, and a lean body. The purple eyed girl knew she was way too young to be having these thoughts, but she couldn't help it. She felt as though she was running out of time. She told herself how great of a mom she would be, and how happy a family the three would be.
That us, until Schuldig told her that they were brother and sister. Then images of kids with messed up faces, and missing limbs filled her head.
'I loved him. I loved him in a totally not sisterly way.' She thought as tears streamed down her cheeks.
And her dying thought was 'Guess I'll never get to see if she would be as beautiful as I thought she would be.'
I have no idea what possessed me to write this. I don't even like Ouka/Omi. I don't even like OUKA that much...