Short Kujo x Victorique fic I wrote nearly a year ago that I could have sworn I posted, but apparently didn't. So here it is.
Keep in mind this takes place in 2002 the show takes place in 1924 although I now realize I did the math wrong so just pretend the show actually took place in 1914, but it doesn't really affect the story anyways.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to anything related to Gosick or its characters. I do however own my Ideas and the OC's in this fic.
"Great Grandpa! Great Grandpa! I did it I solved the mystery!" a pale dirty-blond haired girl ran up to an aged Japanese man in a rocking chair.
"Did you now?" asked the oriental man.
The young girl stared at the man with her piercing green eyes, and nodded "Mm-hm."
A ghost of a smile appeared on the silver-haired man's face. "Well then would you mind explaining it to me?"
The girl nodded again. "The postman killed the husband and wife, although the husband's mistress was blamed and arrested..." The petite girl continued to go into every detail of the case, and how she figured out the truth, "...and that's why he did it." The girl finished with a huff.
The old man sighed as he reminisced. He gently patted the girl on the head, "Good job Dominique your great grandmother would be proud. Now run off and stop your brothers from getting into anymore trouble."
The girl huffed, and silently fumed, "I always have to save those idiots' butts." She mumbled as she walked away.
The man sighed and lowered his hat to shade his wrinkled face. He picked a book up off the nearby by table.
He stared at the intricately designed cover as he remembered the day he gave it to her. Seventy years before.
"Victorique!" He found her sitting next to the tree where they were to meet for their picnic. "You're late." She stated coldly, "You left me in the hands of merciless boredom, you idiot I almost died."
He finished regaining his breathe after his long run. "I'm sorry." He observed her gorgeous, silver hair that cascaded down her delicate back. "Have you been rolling on the ground again?" He wondered as he noticed bits of grass embedded in her locks.
"I believe I just explained that. Now did you bring me a present to apologize for your tardiness."
"Of course." He dug around in his picnic basket before pulling out a book, and handing it to her.
She marveled over the ornate cover. "It's beautiful." She whispered inaudibly.
"It's a journal. I thought you might like to recount your memories, and adventures. Perhaps write your own story about the Reaper and the Fairy."
Her cheeks tinted pink, and a small grin lit up her face. "Thank you, Kujo." She whispered.
He smiled, "Do you mind if I fix your hair?"
She hesitated for only a moment before giving her approval.
She hummed soothingly while he ran his hands through her soft hair, pulling the grass out of it as he was mesmerized by her vocal cords.
"Kujo?"
"Hmm?"
"I-it's n-not that I do not like this, but you did bring me sweets right?" She asked timidly.
A large grin made it's home on his face, "Now, what would I be if I didn't bring your favorite sweets?"
"Useless." She stated simply.
His flashback faded, and he carefully opened the cover to the age old book. Inside a sleeve on the inside cover was a stack of frail, yellowed letters written by his own hand during the war. He did not dare to touch them as they would likely crumple to dust.
He flipped through many of her entries, purposely not reading them thoroughly in order to prevent disheartening memories from arising.
He finally reached a blank page at the end of the journal. He pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket, and placed it to the page.
Dear. Golden Fairy
I wish you could see our great-grandchildren.
Our great granddaughter inherited your beauty, and brains, while our great grandsons share my knack for finding chaos, and causing it... Our grand children are doing well, not much has changed with them. They are successful with their careers and families... and our son, and daughter are well. They are going to be retiring in a couple years..
It's amazing how fast time flies.
I have stumbled across lots of cases that I know would have eased your neverending boredom. I just wish you were here to solve them.
Oh speaking of which, there is a very interesting case that I know you could solve. Last year a group of terrorists suspected to be from the mid-west stole a few American planes, and crashed them into various national landmarks in the United States. Thousands of innocents were killed. So many lives were wasted in such a dishonorable way... It is still a mystery as to who was behind the attacks, but I know you could have figured it out...
I-I do not have much time left. I will turn ninety in a week. I have a gut feeling that I will not see ninety-one.
It is alright though I am ready to see you again my love, and Yes, I know I'm late.
-Your Reaper
Dark blotches spontaneously appeared on the page as liquid emotion fell from the man's eyes. He closed the magnificent record of memories to prevent further damage.
"I-I miss you Victorique."