Discalimer: Yea, well I don't own Skip Beat
A/N: Felt like playing around with the idea; just a short oneshot.
She blinked her eyes open. A light green ceiling blurred into vision as she slowly came to her senses. Sitting up on her futon, she stared down into her own small hands and sighed. Today was her day off.
She rose to her feet and made her way to the bathroom, two doors down from her bedroom. She turned on the sink faucet and placed her small hands under the cold, running water and watched it slip through her hands. Today she was going back.
She washed her face and brushed her teeth and walked back to her room to change. She put on some black slacks and her black blouse, retrieved her bag from her closest and went down the stairwell. Today she was going back to Kyoto.
She went into the main room of the first floor to greet the Daruyama couple. After telling them her plans for today and that she was going to be back late, she put on her shoes and walked out of the house. Today was her father's death anniversary.
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The bus ride to Kyoto was long. But it gave her time to think. She smiled sadly to herself as she watched the passing scenery. She promised herself.
She soon found herself rising from her seat with her bag slung over her shoulder and walking down the steps of the bus and onto the street. The bus pulled away and she looked around herself at the stores that she hadn't seen in a very long time. She promised herself she wouldn't cry.
She walked into a nearby florist and bought a bouquet of red roses. Coming out of the store, she looked at the flowers meaningfully and made her way to the cemetery. She promised herself that she would smile.
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As her father's grave came into sight, she stopped walking towards it. She felt a lump in her throat.
But she quickly swallowed it and started walking towards it again. However, she stopped once more after she walked a few feet.
A white rose lay on top of the grave. Though she wasn't sure who, she smiled as she felt a tear roll down her cheek.
Placing her bouquet next to the single flower, she sat down in front of the grave and started to talk to her father. She told her father what was happening in Tokyo. She told him about the people she met. And the jobs she did. And the friends she made and cared about. And that she was happy. But she missed him.
And the tears didn't stop. But the smile didn't fade.
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The next morning she found herself in front of his company's building. She was pretty sure it was him. So she knew it was only right to thank him.
Walking through the entrance and into the building she quickly spotted him at their destined meeting place. He was sitting on one of the couches in the lounge area of the lobby. Yea, she knew it was him. So it was only right to thank him.
After she made her way to him, she stood in front of him and bowed.
"Thank you for going to Kyoto yesterday. Thank you for remembering," he heard her murmur.
He looked at the girl bowing in front of him. He was surprised that she found out.
But his debt still wasn't repaid.
With a light smirk adorning his face, he ruffled her hair, got up and walked away.