A/N: Sudden inspiration. May do the rest of the parents and grandparents... The fic itself is exactly six hundred words and I may do the rest like this...

The head of the Kazami Family

He never understood his grandson's love for that silly game. It was absurd, worthless and inauspicious. It was just a game, it was all a modern aged child's toy and yet, his grandson loved it with every fiber of his being.

Even more so than he did their traditions of old.

He never did approve of Shiori introducing him to the modern world. Radio, television, game consoles, even the idea of making him wear modern day clothing infuriated him to no end. Nothing good would ever come from those… Those… Those foreigner inspired objects. They tainted the image of his beloved homeland, his beloved people, and their soul.

He would not let them do the same to what remained…

What remained…

Was there anything left in the first place?

The age that he once fought so valiantly to protect, dead.

His beloved spouse who took him three years to court and two more to actually persuade into marriage, gone to world of the spirits where he too will soon depart for.

His dearest son, his proud little warrior who took upon himself the task of preserving their family's traditions, their lands old history and his family's survival, disappeared, missing, presumed dead… No one, not even the wife and child he's left knew of his whereabouts.

It was pitiful how time kept moving forward without a care in the world. How, in order to survive, one must follow the flow of time like how stones follow the flow of a river. They could stay still, try to fight it, but the outcome will always be the same if they try, they slowly disintegrate; wither away as the currents beat on them. It is the same when one cannot keep up with the flow. It was the same for him.

He was much like a stone, a large rock in the middle of a continually flowing river. Despite a solid foothold, the currents will soon eat away at him and try to force him to join all of the others that had given in.

Others like his daughter-in-law and his grandchild.

They left him to follow the path that the river that time continues to run.

But, in the end, Shiori failed to keep up and he was forced to move in order to prevent a similar fate from befalling his grandson. For a brief moment, he moved and saw the world that time had created.

His grandson, having been exposed to that tainted world, retaliated every now and again. He would fight him until he had no strength left to fight at all. To abandon that child's game and the world that came with it.

Until this man whom he calls his grandfather would see and realize what he was doing, the mistake he was making.

By forcing Shun to follow in his footsteps, never once did he actually let the boy take that decisive step into life.

He had forcefully chained his grandson down beside him to let the currents waste him away without even knowing the ill effects it would cause.

He was determined to save what remained of those he loved.

But, soon did he find that the chains had been worn away by friends he never even knew that Shun had. Soon were he to find those lifeless eyes filled with courage and determination. Something that he hadn't seen since the last battle he once fought for his country.

He foundhimself alone once more.

Left behind for the world beyond his wooden prison.

To wither away in the continuous currents.

But, somehow, he did not regret it.

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Written-Sin: When I said give me inspiration I didn't mean something this depressing...

Naigus: *Shrugs*