Why I'm I typing this at like 9:30 at night? Lol I don't know. Anyway this just a short little oneshot I thought up so I really hope you like it. It's pretty short but ya know :P
Aw well I should probably do the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Okami or any characters.
His Flute
A gentle breeze carried soft, pink cherry blossoms through the air as the mid-summer afternoon sun shone brightly above.
Waka and I sat with our backs against the fully grown guardian sapling in a small patch of wild flowers I had bloomed. Waka had let his long, golden hair out, flowing around him and glittering in the sunlight. I sighed, leaning against him slightly, resting my head on his shoulder. He picked up his flute from his lap, pressing it to his lips.
He played a tune I knew well, the tune he had played when Issun and I had met him in Agata Forest. The memory made me smile, closing my eyes briefly while I reminisced. The notes rang across the field, gentle and sweet.
Opening my eyes, I watched his as he played. His long, slender fingers moved methodically over the smooth wood flute. He held it in a certain way, digits caressing it gently, allowing him to create the beautiful melody. Lips pressed to the instrument, moving ever so slightly as he played. His expression was peaceful, eyes closed.
His fingers playing gently across it, lips pressed almost lovingly to it, so absorbed in each note.
Danm…
I wish I was his flute.
Please review and tell me what you thought. If you liked this story or want to see more stuff like this.
Well anyways I'm gonna go to bed see ya later.