The garden was overgrown now.
The herbs she had used to make her poisons had died, smothered by weeks that had invaded. He remembered sitting in the middle of the garden, eyes wide as she told him how to keep the small tree alive until spring, when it would bud. The tree in question was now quite large, throwing an entire half of the garden into shadow.
Attached to one of the limbs were the frayed remains of a rope, which swung in the cool breeze. The rope had once been attached to a swing, but the swing had obviously disappeared to somewhere. He didn't really care, it would have broken the moment he tried to sit on it. Swings were for children. But his eyes softened from their usual hardness as he remembered how often they would sit together on it.
He shook his head, as if to clear away the memories that crept up whenever he visited here. Turning away, he spied the entryway into the house, and entered through it, ducking his head as he did so he wouldn't hit his head. A memory awoke, him saying proudly how he would one day be as tall as the clouds, and she just laughed quietly.
The inside of the house was cooler than it had been outside, but only minutely. The floor had a fine layer of dust, and cobwebs hung from the ceiling, the result of no one living there in years. Once again, memories assaulted him. He remembered when he walked these halls, relishing in the peace before hereturned.
But he didn't want to think of him right now.
Instead, he made his way through the twisting hallways, before emerging back outside. In front of him stood another garden, this one filled with strangely shaped rocks. Walking carefully through it, and making sure not to trip over any that might be hiding underneath overgrown vegetation, he made his way before stopping in front of two side-by-side rocks. Sitting in front of the one on the right, he reached out and ran his hand along its surface, smiling sadly as he did so.
"Hey mom. It's been awhile."
And so he told her what he had been up to in the last three years, apologizing for not coming sooner, and telling her about the organization he had joined, and the partner he had. He described him to her, saying that he was a polite lad, and that she would like him, leaving out the fact his partner had killed his entire family, including his own mother. And as he did so, he not once looked at the stone on the left, which marked where his father lay.
And so he sat, in the rock garden, talking to his family.
Author's note:
… I don't really know where this came from. This was another prompt in English I got, and the first line stood out to me, and Kisame was the first person that popped into mind.
I've always imagined that Kisame would have a weird childhood, and would only get along with one parent. It just happened that I chose the mother being the good parent this time. I could have done the father.
So yeah, read and I hope you enjoy.
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Hey you! If you liked this one, go read my Deidara and Hidan one-shots (or drabbles, but I'm confused on what a drabble is)
And if you can read OC's without dyeing of the Mary-sue-ness, check out my multi-chapter story. I need more feedback on that one anyhow.
Until next time my dears.
