Just a little AU driblet, of a cute little daydream I had earlier this week about my two favourite lovebirds
The Grasshopper and The Minnow05/08/2008 18:57:00
Just a little AU driblet, of a cute little daydream I had earlier this week about my two favourite lovebirds. I have every intention of doing a Michiru piece next. (Thus the 'Minnow' bit, see?)
For the disclaimer… Is it really necessary? I don't own it. But I do covet.
For as long as she could remember, she wanted to be higher, to be faster, to be freer than anyone else had ever been before. Even in those very dim memories of her toddler years, she longed to be out with the wind sweeping around her.
As she began to grow, her obsession with the ever elusive wind steadily grew with her. Her parents would laugh with the neighbours, and her friends parents about their little grasshopper—duly called, for at every chance, and on every thing, she would climb up as far as she could, just to jump down; to feel the rush of the wind along her body.
The feeling of the air moving through her short, mussed hair, blowing it this way and that, while making her clothes shift and dance around her skin. In a way she could not understand, that moment, and that feeling made her feel more like home than any blanket or stuffed animal ever had.
One day, her parents took her to the seaside for a summer holiday. Her mother rubbed sunscreen on her tan nose, working around the wrinkles as her little girl scrunched her nose, laughing with joy of the moment, until her daughter had to laugh, too.
Wrapping a towel around her shoulders, she took Haruka's hand into hers, her father holding her mother's hand, with a smile to his daughter. They walked to the shore, a gasp coming from Haruka's mouth, as she crossed over the dune, and got her first glimpse of the ocean.
The salty wind sang in her ears, as it whipped her hair visciously across her eyes, which gazed wide eyed at the beauty before her. It was as though she recognized something, that she hadn't remembered forgetting.
Her mother, seeing her child's wonderment at the scene, crouched down beside her and wrapped her arms around Haruka's smaller shoulders.
"See, my little grasshopper? It's your own counterpart; the only thing that could equal the wind herself! The sea." With a smile and a loving squeeze, she took hold of Haruka's hand again, and led the girl to the water.