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A/N: Since Father's Day is steadily approaching, here's a little drabble series on how some of are favorite characters are celebrating this holiday. Far warning, a lot of these will be angsty but in the end hopeful. Not all of the inner senshi's family situations were really discussed so these chapters will be based off of what the Manga gives me and my own creative mind. Each chapter will center on one person or family to be more specific. There will be a total of seven chapters. Here are the central families and themes I'll be focusing on: Hino Family (Forgiveness), Kino Family (Blossom), Tsukino Family (Love), Mizuno Family (Together), Chiba Family (Remember), Aino Family (Smile), and the Moon Family (Father). And yes in that order (though it's subject to change, who knows?) Last chapter will be posted on Father's Day itself.

Well I hope you enjoy and for the starter, here is the Hino Family….

(P.S. I don't know if Japan has Father's Day, this is just a cute little series that I liked)

"There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love."

- Bryant H. McGill

Forgiveness

"Rei? Rei?"

The old man slid the screen door open to reveal the dark-haired priestess kneeling at the shrine fire, concentrating. With a deep sigh, he shuffled to her form and placed his hand on her tense shoulder. "Rei?"

Her violet eyes revealed themselves as she wore a somber expression. She knew from the light coming from outside that it was time. She shifted and rose to her feet, facing the elder. "I guess we should get started Grandpa."

"Well?" He presented the bowl so that the teen could see what was in it, "What do you think of my homemade rice mix? Looks good to me!"

She laughed heartily at his excitement over the white paste, "It looks great Grandpa! I'll be having seconds, I'm sure."

Rei Hino sprinkled a dash of salt into the sizzling pan on the stove, seasoning the grilled fish she was making. With exact hands and swiftness that she learned from Makoto's cooking lessons, Rei was able to cut the lemon into slices quickly before letting her fish burn. Grilled fish was her favorite dish to eat and cook, so she took on the task to make it every year for their little dinner at home for the special holiday.

Unfortunately, grilled fish was someone else's favorite dish as well so she had to prepare two plates of it, even though she ended up eating both servings every other year.

"Grandpa?"

The wrinkled man looked up from his stirring to see his granddaughter's stern look, "What is it Rei?"

"Do you think he'll actually come this year?"

The small smile that lit his features before deepened into a frown at the question. When Rei was younger, he would lie to her, convince her that their guest would come. That he was running late.

And after, when it was clear he wasn't going to arrive, the old man would make up a whirl-wind story of an incident such as traffic or the classic "something came up and he became busy Rei-chan." The small girl would believe her trusting grandfather and move on with a small smile.

But now the sixteen-year-old girl in front of him knew better. She didn't believe him anymore.

"I don't know Rei," he answered quietly, "I don't know honestly."

"It would be shocking if he does," she added, not looking up from her cooking task, "I mean the last time he came, I was in elementary school."

"I know…"

She chopped up the lemons more vigorously, "He acts like we don't exist.."

"That's not true."

"Can't even show up to a day that's all about him, can't show up to a meal that is prepared just for him, can't visit his own damn family-" A whimper of pain exploded out of her mouth as she missed a lemon slice with the knife.

"Rei! You're bleeding!" He gently grabbed her wrist from her grasp to examine the cut that was made. Blood red started to color her pointer finger, staining her slightly tan skin. The priest made quick work with the wound and lead the girl to the sink to clean it. After bandaging the cut with a small cloth, he looked up to see small tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Rei, don't cry…."

"I hate him, I hate him so much….," she repeated quietly, closing her eyes in defeat as the beads rolled down her cheeks even though she desperately willed them to stay. "I don't know why you keep inviting him to this dinner we have every year, he won't show up. And even if he does, he'll probably have a motive for coming like good publicity or maybe a favor. Something like that."

"Please understand Rei he does care-"

"That's a lie and you know it Grandpa, he could make it if he wanted to but he doesn't." Two more tears were released and Rei kept her eyes downcast, scolding herself for crying over someone who would never cry over her. 'Why expect anything else from him?'

He sighed, knowing he was losing the battle badly, "You don't know that."

"I know, I know," she replied with a hitch in her breath. "I know that he doesn't e-even deserve this day. It doesn't apply to him. He was never a father to me so he doesn't get to celebrate it. I'm glad he doesn't show u-up."

She looked up into her grandfather's drooped eyes, vision blurry from the pool of more tears that were threatening to drop down. "I'm sorry Grandpa, I ruined your dinner."

The shrine priest attempted to grab her arm but it slipped from his grasp as she quickly walked to the screen door in silence. He knew better and decided that a moment to herself would be best. 'If only she knew…..'

Happy.

That's what you would describe the family of three in the picture. All had smiles on their faces, the perfect front for a stunning, wealthy family of three.

But not all the smiles were the same.

One was truly happy and vibrant, young and fresh. It was painted on the small girl with rich black hair and vibrant purple eyes who was in the arms of an older beautiful woman who had the same general features as the child wrapped in her arms.

Her smile was genuine as well but you could see the pain and exhaust in her eyes. The smile did not make it all the way to her eyes unfortunately. You could see the black-haired woman was tired and not all that well but her smile was of happiness, genuine happiness towards the camera as she embraced the girl tightly.

The third smile was probably the most obvious. It was one that showed the wearer was uncomfortable, annoyed, a half smile. It was so blatantly obvious that the man in the picture had much better things to do than sit and take a picture with his family.

Rei would have preferred if he wasn't in the picture anyway. She traced her and her mother's face with her unharmed pointer finger, the cool glass of the picture frame separating her. This was just after one of her mother's hospital visits, when she had finally came home and so asked that her whole family take a picture together, as one.

The man, her father, was more than reluctant to heed to the request. So this picture was the result. If you just skimmed it over, it was normal. But examining it, you could see all the ugly cracks and tears that broke the family of three.

Her mother died when she was just barely six, the limited amount of memories she had were getting more and more scare as time passed. Only pictures provided her with a insight on the beautiful woman that had given her life, but nothing could come close to actually having her, here and alive.

She was grateful that all her physical features had come from her and not her father, if you were to call an absent man from her life that.

Rei gingerly placed the picture frame next to her on the bench, gazing to look over at the slowly setting orange and pink sun. The strips of the sunset faded in and out, a magnitude of colors being cast over the once blue sky, the breeze gentle but still humid as it should be in the dead of June.

As a gust of wind swirled through the air, the wooden chimes clacking together, the ebony haired priestess let her eyes drift close as her hair was gently pushed over her shoulder. It was a beautiful day, just as the forecast had predicated days ago.

Perfect weather for a day of celebration for many around the country and globe. But here she was, treating it as if for a funeral.

A few creaks echoed and Rei sensed more weight settle on the old rickety bench.

"Grandpa pleas-"

"Do you remember that time you were sick with the flu," he cut her off, his interruption startling her to look at him. "You were about five or so."

Going along with the charade, the fire guardian remiscend about her illness in the younger years. "Kind of, I was usually passed out most of the time so I don't remember much."

"Well, I remember your mother being so concerned and hovering over you even though she wasn't doing so well either," he whispered, looking off into the horizon. "You were throwing up, burning up, passing up, all the ups…"

She felt a story creeping up and knew that she was tired enough and didn't feel for a childhood tale. "What does this-"

"But one afternoon," as he continued on blindly, Rei resolved and listened, "your mother had to run to the store and leave you alone because she sent the maids home. Somehow, you were able to get out of your bed and walk down the stairs to the kitchen, maybe thirsty for some water. Your father had come back from a council meeting of some kind but was just dropping by to pick up papers…."

A large glass shatter vibrated through the silent manor. The blonde-haired man softly set down his flashy suitcase and glanced at the oreintal clock hung on the wall nervously. He still had fifteen more minutes until he had to leave for the next session of talks with the council.

"Risa? Was that you?"

There was no answer but he faintly heard strangled breathing echo in the halls, down to the kitchen. His heart raced, remembering how before he left in the morning, his wife had said something about being faint but he had only half heard and put it in the back of his mind.

Steady and calm, the man came to the kitchen to instead discover a small stream of blood swirling on the white tiled floor, along with his pale five-year-old daughter sprawled next to the stain, glass shards sparkling in her dark hair.

"...doctors said that he came running into the ER like a madman. Had to calm him down from the shaking but he never spoke a word, just wide eyed and nodded when they said something. It wasn't until your mother came that he moved from the chair. The doctors fixed you right up, just dehydrated from all the fluids you lost. But they praised your father for getting you there so soon. It could have been worse damage…."

"Takashi where are you going?"

"I'm already two hours late for an important meeting with the district council-"

"Our daughter is in the hospital right now," she chided with an incredulous expression, "A board meeting can take the backseat."

"She's fine now. You stay with her and call for the car when the doctors are done." As the politician grasped the handle of his briefcase, there was a very obvious shake in his hand.

His wife caught his fingers with her long pale ones and she presented concerned purple hues. "You're trembling."

A spark of fear entered and quickly left his eyes, face becoming stern and cold once more. "I'm fine."

"No you're not Takashi," she gingerly spoke, realizing, "It's okay to have been scared, I was too. If you had not-"

"I said I am fine!"

Staff and doctors turned as the slap bounced off the walls of the medical center. Risa recoiled back, holding her offending red marked hand with a stricken look, tears pooling in the corners of her violet eyes.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't-," he stuttered, reaching out his hand but then let it fall back, his knuckles turning white as they gripped the briefcase handle. "Just go home when she's discharged."

He walked away quickly, never dare looking back as the automatic doors parted for his exit.

"Rei needs both of her parents Takashi! It's okay to show emotion towards your own daughter!"

Her last words ringed in his ears but he shakily continued on to the awaiting black town car, the image of his daughter in a pool of glass and blood replaying in his mind's eye, along now with the look of fear that was held in his wife's eyes a few seconds ago.

The light breeze swayed her ebony hair slightly but Rei felt it rock her whole body as it sat on the bench. "How do you know all of this? You and mothe-"

"We still found ways to talk to each other," the old man spoke, never breaking his gaze from the purple and red streaks of sky. "Your father just didn't know about it."

A teardrop fell, pelting the long red skirt that she wore.

A few months after she recovered from the flu, her mother had fallen ill once more. Maids and nannies would bring the dark-haired girl to visit her sickly mother at the hospital. Doctors said that during the short visits, it was the only part of the day that the woman cracked a weak smile as she watched her daughter color and show her crayon filled pictures of just the two of them; mother and daughter happy and healthy.

Those drawings were soon hung up in her childhood bedroom when the staff dropped them off days after the funeral.

Her father never visited once, the only trace of the man being the elegant and vibrant bouquets that covered the sterile hospital room. They all wilted away and died along with her mother.

They disappeared along with their sender.

During the short time she stayed after her mother's death, a young Rei would wander the estate lonely and desperate for anyone to interact with her, the man named father always rejecting her out of his office, never so much as a glance to her. She had cried for weeks, realizing then that she had lost her best friend as well as her mother. But she mostly cried for the death of her family, her mother having been the heart of them all.

In the deepest depth of her soul, that little girl was still active and crying for her father to look at her, to hold her, to care for her. And sometimes that girl slipped out into the real world. She despised when that part of her showed through, when tears would cascade for no reason, just out of frustration. She wasn't a child anymore, going through events that many would never think of, saving the world, the universe for the last few years. She didn't need him.

She never did.

"I'll never care for him."

"I know," the shrine priest responded as he went on with squinting at the sun. "But, forgiveness is never out of reach."

She turned to him, salty droplets wetting her cheeks as her voice went in venom, "Forgiveness? He doesn't even deserve to get an invitation or an acknowledgment at all."

"Rei," finally, her grandfather's eyes appeared in front of her, "I invite him every year because I know all he has besides his work is you. He grew up from a home where showing fear, showing emotion, was death and punishment. That's why when he found your mother, when he discovered a family, he became frightened and drove you both away."

"Doesn't excuse him."

"I know it doesn't but it's his reality he can never change," he answered with the look that she always hated. The look of wisdom and pleading. "But you can change your reality. Forgiveness is not for others to deserve, it instead is for you, so that you may have peace."

The priestess sharply turned back to the sun as it cast its light over them, shadows dancing along the lawn of the shrine. "No."

"Rei-"

"It's Father's Day," she cut off, sniffling back her tears, "It's for the males who have stuck by you, taught you everything that you have learned, made you who you are as a person." She met his confused eyes with her violet ones. "As from what I can tell, you're the only one I see who fits the criteria Grandpa."

Her watery smile made the elderly man crack one too, wrinkles and lines forming along his face. Deep down, he had always feared that his granddaughter would let hatred grow in her heart, let it consume her being towards her father and never learn the love and care that you obtain from family. But the smile, the same one his own late-daughter had once wore, was proof enough that he had not failed.

His war-torn hand covered hers. "I will finish the rest of the meal inside."

The man stood up slowly and hobbled back inside, shutting the screen door softly behind him, leaving Rei to pick at the cloth wrapped around her cut finger. She gazed up once more to examine the warm streaks of vibrant color, ones that you could only see in the beauty of June and in the season of blazing Summer.

She smiled once more, using the pad of her thumb to wipe at the tears she had shed previous. From stories past, the black-haired teen knew of the strong, kind, and generous woman that had given birth to her. The warrior attempted, with the few memories she held, to make her mother proud of what she did.

"Try to reason about love and you will lose your reason."

A Japanese proverb that was carved into stone were her late-mother laid, many had said it had been her favorite.

It was one that now, in the present, she used many of times such as with her friends, how love bonded them together to find each other again, or with her Grandfather, the one that took her in willingly and taught her everything she needed, to become who she is.

It was that quote that gave her strength to rise, the picture frame in hand, and come to the screen door before the roar of a car engine disrupted the tranquility of the shrine grounds. Rei came upon an eerily familiar black town car with knots forming in her stomach as it rode its way to the front steps.

'There was no way. Maybe it's his supervisor or or...'

The driver stopped and the backseat door swung open, a shiny dress shoe stepping out and a mop of blonde popped out as well, the tailored suit seeming bizarre in the heat of a especially hot season. She lost breath and had to remind herself to breath and think calmly before doing any actions that would most likely have consequences.

Brim-wired glasses sat on a straight nose that resembled hers identically and brown eyes met hers even from such a distance.

His steps seemed hesitant but still the air of confidence that came naturally only from a straight nose politician was still front and center, as always.

Her heart hammered and long fingers clenched up into fists. Never, even a dream, would she think that he would actually show up. Maybe his secretary or assistant, but never him himself.

"Forgiveness is not for others to deserve, it instead is for you, so that you may have peace."

As the man came closer, she felt her hands unclench, and her shoulders drop, relaxing.

Even with the sun disappearing, small beams of sunlight still poked through beyond the horizon, almost like shreds of hope were appearing. There were small and distant but still, so present.

Well here's the first drabbleish! I know it's rough but I wanted to experiment with other characters! I know in the Manga (which is what this is based off of) it's pretty clear that Rei hates her dad horribly but I wanted to add a sense of human emotion and we all know Rei as the strong, independent woman who's insanely loyal but I can see that she still very much values family, obvious with her grandfather. Even though she hates her father, she deep down still cares for him in a way. I imagined that Takashi (her father) had a bad childhood with an alcoholic father and maybe a mother who died in labor. He distances himself from his family because that's all he has known. I tried to add some family dynamic and struggles because not everyone is a happy family. I hope you liked my version, I just wanted Rei to have some emotion and break down for one second. She still is a badass who doesn't need a man in her life and can be strong. Hopefully you guys saw that in my writing lol

Hopefully I got you guys feeling something and I'll come back with the next one! Review and tell me what you thought of this one!