GETBACKERS
The small house in Canada stood with the Amano family. Not too far, a grave stood as a white cross in the soil. That grave was the mother of the Amano family. A man stood in front of the grave, sighing as the cold wind hit him. The weather was getting rough again. The weather was replaying thought-forgotten memories again- bringing back the harsh winter the mother died in.
Looking back, he brought his hands together once more and then left. The wind blew the flowers he set down the second he stepped foot on that wasteland. He breathed heavily, his breath forming into steam in front of him. He came to the door and opened it, letting in cold air and shut it, forcing the air out and away from his house. Sighing once more, he took his beanie off and sat in a warm chair in front of a fire.
Staring at the fire, he didn't hear his oldest come down the wooden stairs. The oldest came up to his father and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. The depressed father looked up and smiled. His oldest was always his hope and happiness. If he were ever taken away, then the father would have nothing left.
"Don't worry, father." A small, reassuring voice said. "I'm sure mother is still happy, even with this cursed weather coming again."
The father sighed.
"Yeah, Ginji, I guess you're right." He answered after a while. "Especially since you, I, and the children are still alive."
Ginji smiled.
"Yeah." He said.
The father laughed and Ginji naturally followed. Sitting now in front of the warm fire, he smiled warmly. Being with his father was one of the greatest moments he could ask for from everyday life because he seemed to understand everything. He wanted nothing more after finding this feeling. This was all he needed for satisfaction. He was sure about that.
Ginji sat back, looking up at the ceiling. His spiked, blonde hair stood and fell into different directions, leading down to his auburn eyes. His skin was a light peach color, almost pale at times, but that feature was only seen when far away. The pale skin made him look weak but deep inside, he was real strong, his muscles mildly proving that point.
He looked back, staring at his father. His father smiled. Ginji smiled greatly. That smile, the loving fatherly smile- what he would do just to see it?
This story here is something I am pretty proud of. It's one of my most recent works from maybe about a year ago. I haven't seen much of GetBackers, sadly, but I intend to as soon as possible. I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter and intend to read more. Thanks for taking the time to read this. Take care.
The Craptastic Author: Shanyu Hitachi.