Another To Love By: Chibiki
Disclaimer: Think I own anything?! Other than my soul, I don't own squat.
W.T.E: Sad, sad, sad things are gonna happen. I implore you to read with great imagination and great wonder in your heart.
My P.O.V
'Why can't I cry?' Taichi thought sadly. Here he was, dressed from head-to-toe in black at his father's funeral, and he was the only one that didn't have hankercheif in hand. To his left was his friends and family. To his right was his mother and little sister. Hikari was holding her mother and telling her that everythings gonna be fine, while Kari herself was crying greatly. Most of the older grown ups were sniffling and wiping their eyes, as with the chirldren, they were running around and looking at the flowers on the other graves.
~*Flashback*~
"Okaa-san, why are people crying?" Taichi, as a child , went to many funerals. And he was clueless as to what was happening. "Okaa-san?" He tugged at his mothers long black dress when she didn't answer. She turned to look down upon her son with red eyes, and tears freshly pouring onto her cheeks. She patted her son's mud-coloured (A/N: Sorry Taichi, that's what I think) hair and whispered to him, her voice slightly hoarse, "Your too young to understand Taichi. It has nothing to do with you. Go ahead and play with the other children over there." She pointed when saying this and nudged him to go. He did as he was told and went off to play.
~*End Flashback*~
He wanted to go, he wanted to join those small children and forget the sorrows in life. He looked around, and started to slowly walk off with his hands in his pockets. 'Why hang around here when i can't even do as i'm told?' He thought with a frown. When he made it out of the mourners group, he sat down on one of the nearby benches and watched the little boys and girls run around, chasing each other. 'Dammit, I wish I were them right now.' He let his head fall backwards and felt the wind play through his hair. Eyeing the children so they won't do something wrong, he thought of his little sister, Hikari. When she made it to 10th grade she accepted a job as a news photographer for her school paper. At first, she was the best because she was the only one to actually know what she was doing, and when the pictures came out, they came out fine. When the newspaper came out, she was a big hit. Some people even not from her school came to see the wonders Kari caught on film.
Later on she got a job in the U.S.A. as a news director, and since then, she would always e-mail them on how she was doing. But when Taichi's mother called Hikari to tell her about their father, she came as quickly as possible. A sigh came out as Taichi checked his watch, 10:37 a.m. He had to go to work at a stock seller's biulding. He hated the suits, but didn't care as long the money was good.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!!" A shreik that could break glass drew Taichi's attention. A little girl was stuck at the edge of the water under the hill. 'Aww, shit. She slipped.' He thought with slight anger in him. Everybody else turned around and saw the child. The mother went balistic and started to run close enough to her daughter, but she couldn't reach the crying child. "HELP! Someone help my daughter!" She pleaded with so many people that soon, everybody started to panick. 'Idiots' Taichi thought, 'What's panicking gonna do?!' He grew more enraged and started to get up and walk away, when the desperate mother came running his direction. 'Shit! Don't come my way, don't come my way, don't come my way...' Luckily, she veered right and started yelling towards the grave yard office. 'whew' he mentally sighed and started to walk away again when a hand clasped around his arm. "Where the hell do you think your going?" Taichi turned around to the deep voice and let his eyes bulge before him.
~~End Chapter~~
Chibiki: So, how did you guys like it?
Taichi: What gonna happen to me?
Chibiki:I don't know... *evil grin*
Taichi: Oh crap...
Chibiki: R+R plz. Flames will be used to stengthen my story.
Taichi: And her food.
Chibiki: *holds up 32 inch caliber gun* What was that?
Taichi: N-nothing.
Disclaimer: Think I own anything?! Other than my soul, I don't own squat.
W.T.E: Sad, sad, sad things are gonna happen. I implore you to read with great imagination and great wonder in your heart.
My P.O.V
'Why can't I cry?' Taichi thought sadly. Here he was, dressed from head-to-toe in black at his father's funeral, and he was the only one that didn't have hankercheif in hand. To his left was his friends and family. To his right was his mother and little sister. Hikari was holding her mother and telling her that everythings gonna be fine, while Kari herself was crying greatly. Most of the older grown ups were sniffling and wiping their eyes, as with the chirldren, they were running around and looking at the flowers on the other graves.
~*Flashback*~
"Okaa-san, why are people crying?" Taichi, as a child , went to many funerals. And he was clueless as to what was happening. "Okaa-san?" He tugged at his mothers long black dress when she didn't answer. She turned to look down upon her son with red eyes, and tears freshly pouring onto her cheeks. She patted her son's mud-coloured (A/N: Sorry Taichi, that's what I think) hair and whispered to him, her voice slightly hoarse, "Your too young to understand Taichi. It has nothing to do with you. Go ahead and play with the other children over there." She pointed when saying this and nudged him to go. He did as he was told and went off to play.
~*End Flashback*~
He wanted to go, he wanted to join those small children and forget the sorrows in life. He looked around, and started to slowly walk off with his hands in his pockets. 'Why hang around here when i can't even do as i'm told?' He thought with a frown. When he made it out of the mourners group, he sat down on one of the nearby benches and watched the little boys and girls run around, chasing each other. 'Dammit, I wish I were them right now.' He let his head fall backwards and felt the wind play through his hair. Eyeing the children so they won't do something wrong, he thought of his little sister, Hikari. When she made it to 10th grade she accepted a job as a news photographer for her school paper. At first, she was the best because she was the only one to actually know what she was doing, and when the pictures came out, they came out fine. When the newspaper came out, she was a big hit. Some people even not from her school came to see the wonders Kari caught on film.
Later on she got a job in the U.S.A. as a news director, and since then, she would always e-mail them on how she was doing. But when Taichi's mother called Hikari to tell her about their father, she came as quickly as possible. A sigh came out as Taichi checked his watch, 10:37 a.m. He had to go to work at a stock seller's biulding. He hated the suits, but didn't care as long the money was good.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!!" A shreik that could break glass drew Taichi's attention. A little girl was stuck at the edge of the water under the hill. 'Aww, shit. She slipped.' He thought with slight anger in him. Everybody else turned around and saw the child. The mother went balistic and started to run close enough to her daughter, but she couldn't reach the crying child. "HELP! Someone help my daughter!" She pleaded with so many people that soon, everybody started to panick. 'Idiots' Taichi thought, 'What's panicking gonna do?!' He grew more enraged and started to get up and walk away, when the desperate mother came running his direction. 'Shit! Don't come my way, don't come my way, don't come my way...' Luckily, she veered right and started yelling towards the grave yard office. 'whew' he mentally sighed and started to walk away again when a hand clasped around his arm. "Where the hell do you think your going?" Taichi turned around to the deep voice and let his eyes bulge before him.
~~End Chapter~~
Chibiki: So, how did you guys like it?
Taichi: What gonna happen to me?
Chibiki:I don't know... *evil grin*
Taichi: Oh crap...
Chibiki: R+R plz. Flames will be used to stengthen my story.
Taichi: And her food.
Chibiki: *holds up 32 inch caliber gun* What was that?
Taichi: N-nothing.