I was bored, so don't kill me, ok? This is a Senjinn/Shira family story set in modern times. Vancaru is their son, by the way. It's Christmas Eve, by the way, in the story. Hope you enjoy it.
The snow fell softly over the town. Streetlights lit up the small neighborhoods as the man trudged home through the snow. His dark golden hair fell over his gray-green eyes as he walked down the sidewalk. The man paused outside a small house. He smiled softly as he started up the steps to the house.
Inside the house, a young woman with pale blond hair sat on the floor, her amber eyes shining with love as she watched a young child sleeping on the couch, dark blond hair covering his closed amber eyes. The woman sat in the house, unaware of the man walking up the steps. She had all her attention focused on putting presents underneath the tree and watching her young son sleep.
Outside the door, the man hesitated, his eyes filled with sorrow. He looked inside the window, watching the mother put presents under the tree. He glanced at the child, sleeping soundly on the couch. The man smiled, a tear running down his cold cheek. He just stared in the window, watching the two, the only light coming from the tree lights.
In the living room, the mother smiled gently as she picked up the sleeping child and lay down on the floor with him. She looked over at a picture of the family, her husband, her, and their son. The woman's eyes filled with tears as she picked up the picture and held it to her breast. She closed her eyes, and put an arm around her son, sighing deeply, as if to exhale her thoughts.
Out in the yard, the man was leaning against a tree, watching the small home. He was smiling as the snow fell on him. His eyes filled with tears as he thought of the two, all alone on Christmas Eve. The man turned to leave, but stopped as he heard the cry of a child. He stiffened and walked back up to the window, looking in once again.
The young mother got up, shushing her son, rocking him back to sleep. She slowly began to hum a lullaby she had made when she was pregnant. Her mind was filled with thoughts of her family. Tears ran down her cheeks as she held her son close. As if sensing her distress, the child quieted down, falling asleep once again. The young woman lay the child down on the floor and curled up next to him. She closed her eyes in brief pain.
The man stood outside the window, watching as the mother comforted her child. He sighed, putting his frozen hand against the cold glass. Nobody inside the house noticed him standing out there. But as if the woman could sense his presence, she stood up, taking the child with her, and walked over to the window. The man bowed his head and slowly started down the sidewalk again, tears running down his cheeks. The mother sighed, tears running down her cheeks also, as she walked away from the window, cuddling her son in her arms.
Snow continued to fall upon the dark street. It fell gently over the small house and fell gently over the man as he walked down the sidewalk, smiling softly.
Well, that certainly was a sad story. If you didn't realize it, Senjinn is dead in this story.