Hey Folks, 'been a while! XDD (^^;)
I'm sorry for the late update, and this one is definitely of drabble length too, but I hope you like it ^^
Anyways, since in the Manga the Fortuneteller appeared before Doumeki did, this chapter is hers ^^
Also, to make up for my lack of updates, I shall update Doumeki's chapter in less than 24 hours! XDD
Please enjoy!
He met her purely by chance.
Or at least, that's what he thought –thinks—
For he does not know that there is no such thing as 'Chance'
But only Inevitability
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It happened with a torn bag of tangerines; the orange fruits haphazardly rolling down the empty street.
Watanuki Kimihiro paused as one stopped directly in front of him, and he crouched down to pick it up. Down the street was an elderly woman, slowly gathering the fallen fruits with a slightly troubled expression on her face.
It was his very nature that lead to their meeting. "Here, Ma'am" he spoke politely, lowering his own shopping as he helped with the rest of the fallen fruits. With a smile, he extended a spare paper bag he did not need to hold them.
The old woman regarded him for a moment before a smile warmed her face. A hand reached out, but instead of taking the bag of tangerines, she stroked his face instead. "Such a kind boy…" she whispered, stroking his cheeks with aged fingers. "Yet with such a tragic past, and a lonely present"
Watanuki's eyes widened at her words, and he couldn't help but stare as she gently took his hands in hers, knowing eyes tearing up at the edges.
She looked at him, straight into his eyes –his very soul— and her smile grew only warmer. "But do not worry little one, your near future will be bright; filled with warmth and laughter. You will meet people who will treasure your existence, as you will learn to do so yourself" she spoke; caressing his hand once more before releasing it. Gently, she tugged the paper bag from his grasp and stood up, slowly but steadily.
"U-Uhm—" Watanuki began, questions upon questions in his mind at the woman's enigmatic words.
"Rest assured" the woman cut in before he could even begin to form words. "Your parents are at peace" and these words made his breath hitch –whatever it was he was about to say immediately forgotten.
His eyes began to water, warmth filling his heart as memories of his childhood surfaced in his mind. A kind smile, a strong hand. He doesn't know how she knew -not the riddles nor the lack of basis. For some reason unknown to him, he believes her. He can sense the truth in her words, the wisdom in her gentle gaze.
He smiled. "Thank you" he stated. And indeed he was grateful from the bottom of his heart.
She nodded in reply before silently taking her leave, but not before turning back. "Thank you"