A Day Unlike Any Other
Haruhi sat on the windowsill of her bedroom window while she waited. A mildly annoyed sigh was let loose from her lips as she wondered how much longer it would take for her father to get ready.
On any other day she would go and ask him to hurry up, or if he was really half-asleep, she would even help him get ready.
But today was not like any other day.
A soft knock came from her door. She turned to look at her father. She looked for a long time, for it was very rare that her father openly displayed his actual sexe, minus all those times he wore the "Papa" shirt.
His hair was in a loose ponytail and he wore a black dress shirt with a black pants and black shoes, everything was black, including the elastic that held his hair.
He gave her a weak smile as she got off the windowsill and walked towards him. He bent over to give her a kiss on her forehead.
"You look lovely…" he whispered, his voice was hoarse.
She nodded; rewarding him with her own, forced, smile.
Without the need to exchange another word, hand in hand, they walked out of their, called small by some, apartment.
They descended the steps, the dress of her own, completely black, ensemble swished around her. She turned around briefly, a look of shock appearing of her face. She had almost forgot.
"See you soon, mom."
Her father squeezed her hand.
She felt completely detached.
But, on a day like today, that was not completely unexpected. They walked down the street, one of his hands holding hers and the other holding a bag that he had grabbed on their way out, in her other hand, there was a bouquet. She was almost surprised by the bag and the bouquet's presence, had it not been there every year.
After many twists and turns down many streets they finally arrived at their destination.
A temple.
They stopped for a moment, each of them calming their nerves, deep breaths were taken before they turned to each other, matching, real, grins on their faces. The feelings of guilt and grief would go no further, otherwise Kotoko would be upset.
They entered the cemetery in the back, smiling like a happy family would. They both stopped walking when they arrived at her grave.
"Hi mom, told you we'd see you soon. We didn't take too long, did we?" Haruhi said, an honest smile on her face.
A gentle breeze went by, as if to say "Not at all."
"Hi Honey, how's the after life?" Ranka added, smiling softly as Haruhi put the bouquet on her mother's grave.
The afternoon was then spent lighting some incense and talking as if Kotoko had never died, an afternoon spent with family.
And, invisible to everyone else's eyes, Kotoko was sitting right beside her husband and daughter, laughing and smiling.
No, this day was not like any other.
I had a lot of fun writing this story. It was easy enough to write, I just had to stay indifferent so that I wouldn't go gaga on emotions and write like crap. It's pretty simple from a writers view, he is the father, she is Haruhi and Kotoko is Kotoko. The only problem is that because I had to make sure to stay indifferent, for gaga purposes, I couldn't enter the writing flow. That sucks. XP
Any who, apart from that this is the first fic I write for FanFictiondotnet It might not be the first that I post (who knows), but it's the first that I write, and the first piece of fan fiction that I complete. YAY! Go me! (Even though it's just a one-shot, heh heh sweatdrop)
Also, don't forget to review please!! (Although I suck at that.)
Until next time,
Blueflamme