a/ n: Just a drabble. 148 words, to be exact.
I think this is an interesting idea. I think that I'm one of the first to make this connection…I also think I've been reading to much Arina Tanemura. ;)
Read on.
Every year.
He comes to her grave, every year, and on that day he will smoke a solitary cigarette.
It tastes bad. It makes him want to gag; but maybe it's from the pain shoved down his throat. He's not used to smoking anymore. He gave it up a while ago, but it is still his most treasured memory: Masaki, smiling, You look cool like that.
It was the only time she had ever complimented him.
It was a small, small, thing and yet, on this one day, he allows himself to remember it for all its worth.
Only on this day, her deathday, only on her grave, only for her. Only in her memory.
"I'm surprised you still smoke, Ryuken. Even though you work in a hospital."
In reply, Ryuken takes another drag.
Isshin realizes it is because Ryuken is still wishing his hardest look cool.