Preface
A/N: Before I start the story, I thought it'd be nice if it had like a really sad and angsty poem at the start. Like its not angst, its tragedy or just sadness in general because the entire story is about a parent trying to look for their missing daughter. Ik why but I was cryibg when I was typing this like. Oh Lord, please save me I hate myself for this. I'm so sorry I'm such a horrible person... This was supposed to be an attempt on poetry. Its my first time doing this so please be gentle!
"More than gems in my comb box shaped by the
God of the Sea, I prize you, my daughter. . ."
Lady Otomo, 8th century, Japan.
Dear Daughter,
Consider one fruit in a basket of thee
Very much like others;
An individual already, with its skin and seed.
A birth by miracle, with the joy of ten million.
A particular joy your heart can't imagine.
The taste of fruit is in store for her.
This day may be forgotten; but not for naught.
Young as you are, your life a great cargo.
Some heavy, some light;
But I wish you heavy with light.
When I walked out one summer twilight,
I searched for you at bed time.
She came running, and I was ready to make any bargain.
I was content until I realised,
That winter is in store for every leaf,
Inescapable, for each it passed.
As for me, its was that winter night.
Dear Daughter,
Life is like a passing second.
A pomegranate was plucked,
and deathly stones shed diamond tears.
A story was told, but not without great pain.
But what is more than agony and pain?
Life is a passing smitten.
Dear Daughter,
Wherever you are, may you be well.
Dear Daughter,
As a child in exile, within a city of fogs and drought,
The dusk of the underworld crackles with stars ablight.
None is secure but all affright.
It may smite your might with blight.
But it will come to pass, all will pass.
This may be forgotten; but not for naught.
Everything is a plan, and nothing is for naught.
Dear Daughter,
For an hour, I have walked and prayed.
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
An hour I have walked and prayed, for the well being of my dear child.
The stars were hidden, yet the moon knew,
To disturb the muderous innocence of the sea.
For a crime that was committed.
Not to me, but to you and your fellows.
Dear Daughter,
If I defer the grief, I will diminish the gift,
But for what sin have we done,
That such a misfortune befell?
Dear Daughter,
I just want you to be okay.
And remember that there is always a way.
It will come to pass, all will pass,
Everything is a plan, and nothing is for naught.
-Sasuke Uchida
A/N: Before you ask why I misspelled Sasuke's last name, its actually in the story. Kind of like the main poibt of the story why everything (sort of) happened. Spoiler alert but Sasuke changed his last name so that his child could be safe. This is another world Sasuke who's daughter went missing. I hope you cried with me. I'm sorryyyy.
Writing poetry is foookin hard mannnnn. Ughhh I'M NEVER GOING TO DO THIS I GIVE UP. WHY DID I DO THIS. This was so hard like whyyyy?
Also, this chapter was written AFTER Chapter 1. So the A/N of Chapter 1 may seem a bit old to you.