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A Child's Gift
by Rowen no Koibito
The sunlight filtered down on the park as the children played. Parents
watched their bundles of joy with smiles on the faces and waves of their
hands. Yet this happiness did not reach a certain teenager who sat by
himself on a bench in the shade of a sakura tree. The shadows made his blue
hair darker than usual. The blue headband keeping the hair out of his eyes
seemed almost to blend with his hair. The blue eyes shimmered slightly as
they watched the children at their innocent play. The young man's hands
rested on his abdomen lightly. Yet they shivered slightly. His entire
body seemed to convulse in silent weeping. One lone tear traveled slowly
down his cheek to splash lightly on his hand.
To Rowen Hashiba, the cheery sunlight and gay birdsong were distant
and cold. He didn't hear the children's laughter or the parent's happy
chatter. All he could hear was the drumming anger of his house. His parent's
voices raised in volume. Their sniping at each other about their extra-
marital affairs resounded throughout the house almost every hour they were
home. Rowen would sit in his bedroom and hunch on his bed. He would
listen with pain in his heart as the voices drifted up to him. He would
pull his knees up to his chest and rock back and forth, tears streaming
down his face as he tried to block out the shouting. Why did his parents have
to fight? Why couldn't they just get along like normal parents?
Many times their arguing would end in slamming doors. Heavy
footsteps would be heard pounding up the stairs. Rowen would cower even lower,
trying to hide in the bed. The heavy pounding would stop outside his door.
The door would open with the creaking of the rusty hinges as his father's
belt would clear its loops. The creak of the door would last for a few
seconds. Yet to young Rowen's ears, it would echo into infinity. After that,
he only remembered too well what happened. His limping to school with long
pants and long-sleeved shirts on were evidence enough.
Now young 14-year-old Rowen sat on a green park bench with the
pigeons gathering around him. He had come here to escape the inevitable at
home. Yet he knew it was only a short respite. He would have to go home
soon if he didn't want the hardships to be more in coming. Yet as he sat
there, Rowen questioned his sanity. Why was he going back to a man that abused
him and a woman that obviously didn't love him? Why was he going back day
after day to hear these people blame each other and him for their
problems? Yet Rowen knew those answers. They were his family, no matter
how hateful they were. They were all he had. No one at school really
cared. He was the school genius and unapproachable. The students would
rather sneer at him than befriend him. There was that one blonde boy, Sage
Date, who was friendly, but Rowen only contributed that to a kind nature.
So his loyalty to his family was complete. No matter how much agony it cost
him in his heart, soul, and body.
The tears were falling thicker now. His entire body wracked violently
with sobs as he slowly lifted a hand to cover his eyes. He tried to block
the feelings of helplessness and sorrow with that hand, but the tears leaked
through. Why?! Why did he have to cause so much sorrow and discord
around him? He caused discomfort for the students at school. He has caused
his parents to argue enough that they can's stand the sight of each other
or him? Maybe he should do something to rectify the situation. If he left,
everything would return to normal. His parents would love each other again
and live happily together without his fouling presence. A vision of the 1st
Street bridge loomed within his inner eye. It was the place where all his
problems could be solved.
As Rowen was about to get up and take up his grisly mission, gentle
footsteps stopped before him. Rowen's tear-filled blue eyes rose to meet
a pair of sweet brown eyes. Ebony black curls framed the white face of a
little girl. She was dressed in a set of blue overalls with a pale pink
T-shirt underneath. There were streaks of dirt on her cheeks from her play.
The two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Rowen was
somewhat startled when the little girl said in a high and piping voice,
"Don't cry, mister. Everything's going to be all right. If you
believe in yourself, then everything else will work . Just believe."
Before the awed Rowen could react, the little girl had reached into
her pocket and pulled a small blue crystal ball out. She held it forward
towards Rowen. He hesitantly reached out and took it. As he did, the girl
said, "This made me lucky and happy in the past. Maybe it can help you."
With no further comment, the little girl bounced away to her waiting
playmates, leaving the crystal orb in a very dazed Rowen's hand. He looked
down at the ball and contemplated the little girl's words. A wan smile
played over his lips as his fingers curled up around his prize. He shakily
stood and prepared to go, the tear tracks on his face evaporating in the
breeze. Yet before he left, he turned his head slightly to whisper one word
softly into the wind towards the little girl, "Arigatou......"
END
Well, there ya go. My first Ronin fanfic ever. A little on the morbid side
but still there. Sorry if I played too much with the real past of Rowen.
Hope you enjoyed it and I would really love comments,flames, death threats,
marriage proposels at rowennokoibito@yahoo.com. Thanx for reading!
did. (Yummy!! RRRooooowwwwweeeennnn.....*drool*)
A Child's Gift
by Rowen no Koibito
The sunlight filtered down on the park as the children played. Parents
watched their bundles of joy with smiles on the faces and waves of their
hands. Yet this happiness did not reach a certain teenager who sat by
himself on a bench in the shade of a sakura tree. The shadows made his blue
hair darker than usual. The blue headband keeping the hair out of his eyes
seemed almost to blend with his hair. The blue eyes shimmered slightly as
they watched the children at their innocent play. The young man's hands
rested on his abdomen lightly. Yet they shivered slightly. His entire
body seemed to convulse in silent weeping. One lone tear traveled slowly
down his cheek to splash lightly on his hand.
To Rowen Hashiba, the cheery sunlight and gay birdsong were distant
and cold. He didn't hear the children's laughter or the parent's happy
chatter. All he could hear was the drumming anger of his house. His parent's
voices raised in volume. Their sniping at each other about their extra-
marital affairs resounded throughout the house almost every hour they were
home. Rowen would sit in his bedroom and hunch on his bed. He would
listen with pain in his heart as the voices drifted up to him. He would
pull his knees up to his chest and rock back and forth, tears streaming
down his face as he tried to block out the shouting. Why did his parents have
to fight? Why couldn't they just get along like normal parents?
Many times their arguing would end in slamming doors. Heavy
footsteps would be heard pounding up the stairs. Rowen would cower even lower,
trying to hide in the bed. The heavy pounding would stop outside his door.
The door would open with the creaking of the rusty hinges as his father's
belt would clear its loops. The creak of the door would last for a few
seconds. Yet to young Rowen's ears, it would echo into infinity. After that,
he only remembered too well what happened. His limping to school with long
pants and long-sleeved shirts on were evidence enough.
Now young 14-year-old Rowen sat on a green park bench with the
pigeons gathering around him. He had come here to escape the inevitable at
home. Yet he knew it was only a short respite. He would have to go home
soon if he didn't want the hardships to be more in coming. Yet as he sat
there, Rowen questioned his sanity. Why was he going back to a man that abused
him and a woman that obviously didn't love him? Why was he going back day
after day to hear these people blame each other and him for their
problems? Yet Rowen knew those answers. They were his family, no matter
how hateful they were. They were all he had. No one at school really
cared. He was the school genius and unapproachable. The students would
rather sneer at him than befriend him. There was that one blonde boy, Sage
Date, who was friendly, but Rowen only contributed that to a kind nature.
So his loyalty to his family was complete. No matter how much agony it cost
him in his heart, soul, and body.
The tears were falling thicker now. His entire body wracked violently
with sobs as he slowly lifted a hand to cover his eyes. He tried to block
the feelings of helplessness and sorrow with that hand, but the tears leaked
through. Why?! Why did he have to cause so much sorrow and discord
around him? He caused discomfort for the students at school. He has caused
his parents to argue enough that they can's stand the sight of each other
or him? Maybe he should do something to rectify the situation. If he left,
everything would return to normal. His parents would love each other again
and live happily together without his fouling presence. A vision of the 1st
Street bridge loomed within his inner eye. It was the place where all his
problems could be solved.
As Rowen was about to get up and take up his grisly mission, gentle
footsteps stopped before him. Rowen's tear-filled blue eyes rose to meet
a pair of sweet brown eyes. Ebony black curls framed the white face of a
little girl. She was dressed in a set of blue overalls with a pale pink
T-shirt underneath. There were streaks of dirt on her cheeks from her play.
The two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Rowen was
somewhat startled when the little girl said in a high and piping voice,
"Don't cry, mister. Everything's going to be all right. If you
believe in yourself, then everything else will work . Just believe."
Before the awed Rowen could react, the little girl had reached into
her pocket and pulled a small blue crystal ball out. She held it forward
towards Rowen. He hesitantly reached out and took it. As he did, the girl
said, "This made me lucky and happy in the past. Maybe it can help you."
With no further comment, the little girl bounced away to her waiting
playmates, leaving the crystal orb in a very dazed Rowen's hand. He looked
down at the ball and contemplated the little girl's words. A wan smile
played over his lips as his fingers curled up around his prize. He shakily
stood and prepared to go, the tear tracks on his face evaporating in the
breeze. Yet before he left, he turned his head slightly to whisper one word
softly into the wind towards the little girl, "Arigatou......"
END
Well, there ya go. My first Ronin fanfic ever. A little on the morbid side
but still there. Sorry if I played too much with the real past of Rowen.
Hope you enjoyed it and I would really love comments,flames, death threats,
marriage proposels at rowennokoibito@yahoo.com. Thanx for reading!