Disclaimer: POT does not belong to me, and if this fanfiction sucks, ...I guess you can flame me.
"Your lying!" Refused a boy. "You have to be lying! He can't be! He would never let that happen!" The boy yelled, while trying to back his tears.
"He really is-" Said the woman, before she was interrupted.
"HE'S NOT!" He yelled, putting the palms of his hands to his ears.
"He is-" She tries again.
"NO! HE ISN'T!" He closed his eyes as tightly as he could, hoping that if he closed it tight enough, everything would just disappear.
"LISTEN HERE YOUNG MAN! HE'S DEAD SO STOP SAYING HE ISN'T!" She lowers her voice a bit. Feeling tears starting to fall. "I know your mad about what had happened. But what had happened, has happened. Please keep that in mind." She said, sobbing.
The boy, not wanting to listen anymore, ran off. The woman called after him.
"Wait! Ryoma! RYOMA!" But it was futile. The boy would not come back. The other woman beside her put a hand on her shoulder.
"Aunt Rinko. Give him some time. After all, it was HIM who died after all." She tried reassuring the other woman.
"You're right, Nanako." She said, and her and the other woman went back into the house, waiting for the young boy to come back. "Why did you have to die, Nanjiroh? Don't you see your son still needs you?" She said to herself, before stepping into the kitchen to make supper for the boy, when he comes back.
So? How is that for a start? Is it okay? Flames are also welcomed if you want to.
