Yatta
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Ishi... I miss her so much. I know she died of a noble cause, but... it would be selfish of me to wish that she was still in the world. No matter how many times I told her not to give the catalyst, she still insisted on sacrificing herself. She still smiled... even though she knew she was going to die. ... I guess that's why I fell in love with her.
When we first met, I thought she was hopeless. Always fumbling about like a careless child, apologizing at every little thing... yet she still had a smile on her face. No matter how bad things were, she still remained happy. Whenever I was around her... it was as if she was spring, and I was harsh, cold winter. She melt my indifference away and helped me get along with other people. It soften me. She was like my link to others around me. Then she left this world... and the link broke off. It was winter again.
Even on the day she died... she tried to stay happy. On the rare chances she succeeded, she would always shout out "yatta". She left that behind in our son, Hiro. Hiro's so much like his mother. I think it's probably why I look down on him, since he's hopeless like Ishi, but...
I distanced myself from Hiro… so that I wouldn't wish for something that was going to be gone. So that I wouldn't have to go through Ishi's death twice...
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... This is my 50th story. ... MY 50TH STORYYYYYYYYYYY :D *dances* Wow... three years being on fanfiction net. ... They've been good. :) Thank you everyone! ^.^
So, like... the inspiration for the piece was based on me seeing Hiro and Ishi saying "yatta" every time they succeed with optimism. :) Hopefully, it's good and not too short... haha
Hope you liked it. R&R Peace!