DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. This is a fanfic written for entertainment only.
A/N: Random idea dropped in while I was preparing lunch. I was thinking about 'It Was You' but I guess I'm no master in avoiding distractions that keeps popping in like ninjas. Ahaha. This one will be a short one consists of three chapters focusing on three different characters for each chapter. XD English is not my first language. Pardon the bad grammar and stuff... n.n;
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I. The Little Girl, The Child, The Daughter
He had always been her hero. He had always been the one she looked up to; admire, adore, worship even. He had always been the one who supported her, both emotionally and financially. Never even once did the little girl heard him complained about her sudden appearance in his life, about her intrusion inside the house he had very much bought so that he could be living his life his own way, to be alone and to be away from other people – he's not really a people person; he hardly socialize with the neighbors, devoting almost all of his time with his job, with the animals in his care.
The little girl knew that she was a stranger in his house – one with not even a slightest connection or relation to him. Her pair of sparkling teal eyes are not as piercing as his violet ones. Her hair, even though the little girl was sure could match the smoothness of his silver ones, will never be the same as his as hers were the color of the night sky; dark – a contrast to his shining silver and wavy – too different from his straight locks. Her skin is a pale one, almost white, is one of another obvious difference between the two of them. The only similarity that they shared, probably, is the love they're feeling towards each others.
The silver-haired young man loved her and the little girl loved him back.
The silver-haired young man, if he were to come back home and saw that she was still awake, curling her little self on the sofa with only a thin blanket covering her small body will smile, always, at her and carefully picked her up from the sofa, carrying her in his arm while walking towards her bedroom, softly asking her why isn't she's sleeping yet.
"I was waiting for you, daddy," was the little girl's answer.
The smile on his face will turned into a small chuckle-the little girl always feels that making him do that was some kind of an almost-impossible feat to achieve, thus it made her very happy seeing that small laugh of his escaped his mouth-and he gently patted her on her head as he lay her down on her bed, the soft, pink mattress dipped a little at his weight as he joined her. Almost always, the silver-haired young man's next action will be kissing her forehead, asking the little girl if she wanted him to read her a bedtime story before he tuck her in – he said that it was a way for him to thank her for staying up waiting for him to come back. Never did the little girl pass the chance to hear his voice reading her stories about unicorns, princes and princesses of far away lands who in the end would always ended up living happily ever after. Once, she asked him if there's really such thing; 'happily ever after' existed in their world. The little girl noticed a light twitch on one of the silver-haired young man's eyebrow and even though he assured her that such ending did exist, the little girl doubted-for once-his words and made a mental note to never ask him such question again – she hated the split-second-hurt look he gave out before answering her question.
During the days the silver-haired young man was out working, the little girl spends her time reading those many books on the shelves of his small living room. The little girl loved reading and although she was given the freedom to watch television if she wanted to, she still prefer musing over hundreds of words written on countless papers of the books lining neatly on the shelves. She can't understand much of the words though – it's a given since she never went to school and no one was available to teach her the alphabets. The little girl didn't mind at all; she has plenty of times to spare and there was no need for her to rush herself over knowing all the words she read or memorizing their meanings in her still-developing brain.
The little girl went through the same schedule every single day; woke up at the absence of the silver-haired young man, ate the breakfast said young man prepared for her on the table in the kitchen-there's always a memo with words such as 'I'll be back late tonight', 'Love you. I'll see you later' and a lot more written on a piece of paper attached at the bottom of the plate of her food-, clean the house, read books, take a nap and a shower and waited for the silver-haired young man to come back home. It was a repetitive routine, one that could easily bored someone within a week after going over it again and again but it was not the case for the little girl – for her, there was nothing more tastier than his cooking, nothing more exciting than reading the books. The little girl was happy, contented with her life – never in her 10 years of living she'd experienced such blissful moments; living with the silver-haired young man, that is. There was nothing else in the world that she wanted except to be with him; her only dream and hope is for her to be able to always be together with the silver-haired young man.
Always; they will be living together in this small yet comfortable house.
Always; he will tell her more stories about unicorns, princes and princesses.
Always; he will love her, watch over her, be there for her.
Two years later, they were still living together. The little girl grew up two years older, but she was still a little girl – innocent, naïve, never been close to anyone else besides the silver-haired young man. There were new things added to her schedule and said chores had never bothered her; she still enjoyed doing them as much as she did in the previous years she spent in the small house. The little girl started to understand more of the words printed on the books she read – the silver-haired young man purchased more after she told him that she had read almost all the books he have in the house.
One night, the silver-haired young man arrived home with a brown-colored envelope in his hand and he went straight to hug the little girl who was sitting on the sofa-the same one she'd been sitting on ever since she made 'waiting for daddy to come home from work' her habit-reading a book and happily told her that their life will later improve; he'd been promoted to do a better job than just to observe and making sure the animals are happy in the barn. He raved on buying her new clothes, books, shoes and everything else that the little girl had never even once own before. The little girl was elated at the news; the silver-haired young man deserve more since he's a wonderful person-she never gets it why people labelled him as a gruff and mean young man-, a hardworking employee and that he is her 'daddy'. They talked for a while about the new place the silver-haired young man will be working at starting next week and both laughed at the name of 'Sunshine Islands' – who, in Harvest King's name would named a bunch of islands that kind of cheesy name?
The life after the silver-haired young man got promoted was everything but the same. At the beginning nothing had changed – the silver-haired young man was still the same; he is still the little girl's 'daddy' who provided her even a more comfortable life with his now-much-better payment. She still sees that one rare look of his – that one expression with a smile, a chuckle and even a laugh full with love that's reserved only for her. Three seasons passed and all of him changed – the silver-haired young man he used to know was no more. Of course, he never neglected or ignored her; he still will always be there for her, watching over her, taking care of her.
It was that that look once reserved for her, the little girl concluded, was no longer hers alone. This, the little girl thought, was not acceptable. Who dares to take her daddy away from her? This person, this young woman-the little girl is sure that the thief is a woman-, although she had yet to meet her, already planting seeds of hatred in the little girl's heart; she decided that whoever that young woman is, she will never allow herself to like her. The little girl determined to make everything to the way it was before, to when the silver-haired young man was hers and hers alone. The little girl vowed that she will destroy the young woman; never again the little girl will only watch and let someone snatch her happiness away from her.
A/N: There's no name mentioned here but I guess you already know who that 'silver-haired young man' is. Lol. XD