Gosick- The springtime reaper and the golden fairy after the war.
The large boat full of veterans entered the dock. A large crowd surrounded the area waiting for their loved ones to come back home to them. Right at the back of this crowd of families were a tall woman and a small hooded figure beside a sakura tree. The soldiers came off the boat one by one. Some families were reunited; others grieved at the loss of the man they were waiting for. The tall woman smiled at the small person next to her. "He'll come today, for sure," the tall woman reassured the small figure, "Cheer up!" They looked into the hoard of people for the one person missing from their lives. "I'll take a look over there, wait here," the woman said after a few minutes. Her grip loosened on the small hand of the other person as she walked away to look for the person who belonged by their side. The small girl put out a hand to stop the woman from walking away but she had already gone. Then her face broke into a smile of hope. A tall man with the same uniform as everyone else was approaching her. Her heard lifted up as he came even closer. Then he was right in front of her, he dropped the bag onto the floor and removed his hat, revealing his raven hair. He smiled at her pleasantly then bent down on one knee so he was at the same eye level as her.
"Were you board?" he asked playfully. "I've got some interesting stories to tell you," his words were soft and kind, just how she remembered. He pulled off her hood revealing a tidal wave of silver hair. "Victorique," the man spoke in awe. The girl's emerald eyes were sad as if she was about to cry.
"You're late... reaper that comes in springtime," she almost cried.
"Don't be mad! I got here as fast as I could," he soothed. "You got my letters," the man asked her with a smile.
"Yes... Because you dutifully wrote the address," she replied smiling back at him through tearful eyes. She told the man of her journey here and how her wellspring of wisdom had helped her find a way. He looked at her and spoke her name gently. "Because of that, I wasn't so board. You deserve praise," her tone was slightly happier now.
"Thanks!" the reaper beamed. Victorique giggled for the first time in three years. The woman from before ran up to them and called out Kazuya's name.
"What's she saying? I studied French and English at a girl's school, but not enough to get through to her," the woman said. "I know when she's calling people names and understand that she likes sweets..." the woman continued. Kazuya and Victorique ignored her and continued to stare into each other's eyes. The three of them continued down the street with people occasionally commenting on how beautiful Victorique looked.
"Your hair is beautiful... like snow..." complimented the reaper.
"I've been through a lot," stated Victorique plainly.
"Yeah me too," replied Kazuya. Her hand interlocked with his as they continued walking, in their own little world. "But I wasn't worried," the reaper said.
"No... Neither was I," the golden fairy smiled. The couple pulled the chains around their necks from under their shirts, the reaper's with a ring attached and the girl's was a pendant.
"Because Victorique, you were always..." Kazuya started.
"Kujo, you were right with me... always" she finished his sentence lovingly.
The three returned to Kujo's home at sunset. Nothing was spoken but they both knew in their hearts that everything was perfect. They went straight to Kujo's room and talked for a while about what had happened while they were apart. They both had a really bad time but they thought of happier things and comforted each other when needed. "Kujo, would it be ok if I slept in this room tonight? I don't want to be alone anymore..." Victorique asked, compleatly changeing the subject. Kujo smiled at her.
"Sure! But on one condition," he grinned cheekily. The golden fairy looked at him, perplexed. The dark reaper then stood in front of her and got down on one knee. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He took off the lid and to reveal a small replica of her mother's ring. "Marry me," he said softly but his voice quavered slightly with anxiety.
"Marridge is a childish way of saying i love you and my feelings for you are far more pationate than a piece of paper... but yes, I will," Victorique stated calmly, but inside she was squealing with joy. Kujo gave a sigh of relief when he heard the last four words of her sentance. He then wrapped his muscular arms around his future wife and kissed her for the first time. There, in his arms, was where Victorique belonged. They could tell that things were only going to get better.