Hi Guys! Currently working on two stories so I will be back and forth in between the two. Warning about this fic is there will be Slash and there will be violence and mind you this is taking place 10 years after we last saw the Gummies so everybody is technically OOC in some way or the other. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SLASH FICS OR VIOLENCE THEN DON'T READ!! Will receive an M rating in later chapters. Please Review!! Thanks and Enjoy (^_^)
The clouds severed the clouds like a knife to butter. The sun pushed its way past the clouds allowing for the sun to pierce through shedding light on the earth. There by a fallen tree stood the brown aged bear. If only the soil could speak of the tales that have occurred in the past years. The blood still stains the soil where his friend had fallen. Noticing the suns beams the bear takes a moment to look up. How did it get to this point? He places a hand on the tree where there are obvious blood markings. Visions of the past vaguely dance in his mind. He could hear the sounds of explosions getting ever louder, and the scent of blood getting denser. The smell, he could never forget it.
"I knew you would be here."
Her voice never left its sweet natured tone. He's not the least surprise that she found him. He knew she would be here as well. It was the 10th anniversary after all.
"Hey Sunny."
Looking at her doesn't ease the pain. Ever since that day she never stopped wearing his red scarf. It seems to be in her own way of holding on to the past.
"Hey Gruffi. Have you been here long?"
Taking note of the sun's location he again looks away to place his hand on the fallen tree.
"No."
She let's out a tiny laugh. She walks on over and takes a seat by him.
Living up to her name she stares up to the sky basking herself in the sun's glow. She has grown up so beautifully. Her hair had grown out and had a similar style to Calla's. Her familiar green dress was a thing of the past. She now wears a beautiful sleeveless knee length maroon dress. The red scarf had been turned into a bow holding her now long hair in place.
"Heh…every year we do this. Hoping and praying like fools."
He was surprised by her tone. Every year she spoke nothing about how next year was going to be different. He kind of felt that she was giving up.
"What do you mean?"
Her hands were shaking. A soft sniffle can be heard as she wiped her face.
"Every year it's the same thing. I find you here waiting for something that we both know that's never coming back."
He couldn't believe it.
"Sunny?"
"We were so stupid. All these years wasted. Waiting in hopes that one day he'll be here sitting on this tree waiting for us. I can't live like this. The Great Gummies are coming Gruffi and I plan on going back with them."
"You're leaving?"
"Yeah."
They remained there sitting.
"Hey Gruffi?"
"Yeah sweetie?"
"Do you think he ever thinks about us?"
He had no clue.
"Yeah."
"Then why hasn't he ever made an effort to reach us and tell us why he did what he did?"
He had no clue.
"I'm sure he has his reason sweetie."
She jumps off the tree and takes her leave.
"Well, if he does come. Tell him I said hi."
Her snarky remarks have become so subtle that if you blinked you would have missed it. Her emotions have but left her cold and distant at times.
Now alone he takes another moment to stare at the tree. He places his hand over a faded print. Through the years the print had faded but he knew that it was a print of his hand and that it was blood that helped marked it. He could almost hear himself screaming.
"Gusto…"