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Cemetery
The wind pushed through the tress, scattering fallen autumn leaves, as two people, a man and a small girl, walked through the cemetery. The wind ruffled the little girl's short hair, black locks finally regrown from the explosion that had occurred a year ago.
As well as messing up her hair and playing with the skirt of her long sleeved black dress, the wind sent small dry leaves skittering towards her. The nervous little girl jumped, clinging tighter to her father's hand. Her father flinched and looked down at her, light glinting off his glasses, hiding his cold dark grey eyes.
Biting her lip Hotaru relinquished the tight hold on her father's hand, and looked away, staring at her black shoes as she walked. Her body ached with each step, particularly her knees and Hotaru bit back a small whimper of pain.
Beneath the black dress and matching tights, cybertronics whirled, keeping Hotaru's body stable. The majority of her left arm was metal and cable, substitutes for bones and veins, hidden behind a fake synthetic skin. On her left leg spaned a mass of wires and tubes, whilst her right knee received the same treatment. Her right foot was sore and heavy and Hotaru knew that was from the artificial metal bones her father had given her so she could still walk.
Her father stopped, silent as ever, and Hotaru stopped too, her sad grey eyes staring at the white marble of her mother's grave marker. Hotaru released her father's hand, stepping forward and brushing her fingers over the cool marble. While Hotaru had managed to escape with her life, even if it was just barely, her mother had not been as lucky. Keiko had died in the fire that had consumed the laboratory destroying her husbands work and damaging her daughter's body.
Slowly, Hotaru kissed the stone, laying the bouquet of lilies in front of it as she did so. The black haired girl rested her alabaster cheek against the marble, letting a few slip from her eyes. Ever since her mother's death, her father had thrown himself into some mysterious work, and sometime Hotaru felt she had lost both her parents. Wiping the tears away with the back of her palm she stood back up and walked to her father.
The white haired man stood there, hands clasped, head bowed. The wind played with his hair, and Hotaru watched the straight white locks, a yin to her yang, be pulled up before being released and floating back down. Patiently she waited for her father to speak, and shyly spoke after a few minutes, when he didn't.
"Papa?" Hotaru asked, blinking shyly.
Her father blinked, nodding, before taking his daughters hand. Silently he walked towards the gate, Hotaru hurrying to keep pace. Souichi pulled her along, staring directly in front off him, never sparing a reassuring glance at his daughter.
Suddenly Hotaru crumpled, knees buckling and causing her to fall to the ground, her lungs struggling to take in air. Tears sprung to life in her eyes as she whimpered at the familiar pain that racked her body every now and again after the explosion. As much as tried she could not push it back, and now she began to cry at the thought of being weak in front of her father.
With a sigh Souichi picked her up, rubbing her on the back as the fit began to fade away. He began to walk again, careful not to jostle the little girl in his arms. In a few minutes they were exiting the cemetery and back into the busy city scape of Tokyo. Souichi hailed a taxi, and Hotaru climbed into it, silent as her father joined her. They drove off, Hotaru looking behind them at her mother's final resting place as it disappeared from sight.
AN: Just something I had to write in English for a creative writing task. The original was shorter due to time restrictions, but I added things to make in my opinion better.
Btw I got 9 ½ out of 10 if anyone cares.