Originally a snippet based on Suihei as an adult post-adventures ; I had intended, really, for her to lose her Keyblade once the Destati series ended, looking at these old notes. For that reason, two years ago, I'd settled down and focused on writing something focusing on her adulthood living a life on her own. However, this has long since changed and ideas have long since been tinkered with until I was satisfied with the post-Destati path.

Just what may happen is a secret though~

Begin .

Recordatio IV

Trinity ; Homecoming


Her life had always been complex ; at least, she liked to believe that there was a certain complexity to it that made it a mite bit tougher to get through, but rewarding all the same. She had done a lot of things, of course - from saving the multiverse ( twice ) to almost dying ( more than twice ), to making the very first bonds of her life that were outside of her immediate family. Looking back on the days of her youth, she can't help but muse on the fact on how far she had grown since that day, almost a decade ago.

First obscured by Darkness, then Blinded by Light.

Contemplating it was a pointless endeavor, though it humours her all the same. She thought about it, of course- when everything returned to normal, and she was left to her own devices while her best friends, her companions sought other venues to satisfy their lives. At times, she thought of them as well, though never long enough that her Heart got bogged down with emotion at the two that had helped shape her into the woman she was today. So many things had changed since then, though, that never occurred to stick to her mind either. Subconsciously, perhaps, she draws her hand up to the lucky charm hidden beneath her dress shirt that she had spent the bettermost months crafting, imbuing with the magic that she'd never let these children know was real, in the hopes of maintaining that connection to Her Boys.

Because that's what they were at the end of the day, though she'd never admit that either.

Fingers drumming against her desk, hazel eyes glance over the rim of her glasses towards the hopeful, youthful faces staring at her - "Summer Vacation is soon. I would hope that you all retain your knowledge from this year, and if not, well . . . " She can't help but give a tiny giggle beneath the curl of her fist, irises alight in amusement at the almost despairing expressions of the youths that, at one point she would've avoided with the entirety of her being.

' Yeah, yeah, you're just avoidin' people because y'er scared of gettin' hurt. What's that gonna do, huh? People used ta hurt me all the time, and I ain't break down. ' But those words left a mark and . . . despite their little group breaking apart, she cherished them when she had finally settled home. "You can always ask me for help." She keenly observes the reactions of her students when she says this - some leaping up in excitement ( much to her amusement ) and others fidgeting in their seats. Placing her hand against her desk, she can't help but give a cheerful grin towards the occupants of her room. At the ring of the bell, she extends her hand to the door with an almost wistful expression, listening to the cacophony of students leaping out of their chairs ( knocking a few over, much to her ire ) in order to make their escape. Reigning in the initial desire to yell at her students to return and pick up her chairs, she gives a glance around the room for just a moment, making sure no one was around before rolling her wrist to send a flutter of wind throughout the room and slide the seats back into place.

Her days often went like this at the end of the year, times where she'd spend a few moments letting her imagination take hold of her - maybe Nyx and Noxic had gotten married like she'd always teased when she was a bright eyed child! Or maybe they'd tended to business on their own, like she'd thought they did. After all, neither had returned their own charms, so she figured the Worlds were relatively safe without her. Warm air greeted her as she exited the school building, pencil-wrap skirt giving the tiniest of flutter whilst loose spikes of hair swayed a bit. Really, she couldn't be happier for tying her hair into a bun - made things a lot more convenient whenever she had to deal with the humid days of twilight town's upcoming Summer season.

Well! There was no point in wondering about it! The comfort of strolling home was definitely one that she had always cherished. Something that she was never exactly able to do freely once she became an adult ( well, it was one of the many things she hadn't been allowed to do since becoming an adult. Eugh, obligations. ) was take her time with things, though even now, as she walked down the road to her home ( for home was where the heart was, and she'd never forget her Grandmother telling her that.

Suihei quickly gathers her bearings, however, once she manages to slip into her home for the last half-decade. It'd be nice, for sure - being able to pay her own bills ( and sell a few trinkets she'd collected from other Worlds when she was younger ) was always a lucrative way of keeping her Savings afloat. After going through her post work routine ( that was, feeding her cat, tossing her bag into a corner, let her hair out of its bun and putting it in a high ponytail - went the same every day! ) she settles down on her couch and leans back with all the nonchalance of someone who has nothing but time on her hand. And really, she would've enjoyed having some time to herself with a bowl of chocolate mint ice-cream if it weren't for the fact that someone found it convenient to give the door a sharp rap of the knuckles.

Abrasive and eager enough for her to groan, slide out of her chair, and stride to the door with an expression that just barely retained it's mask of politeness when she almost ( almost ) tore the door off of its hinges to great whomever deemed it appropriate to visit her when she was supposed to be having /her/ time.

Really, the impish grin and subdued smile were so much of a surprise that whatever firm words ( see ; slew of curses ) had been brewing on her lips mere seconds before.

Thoughtlessly, she engulfs both figures in a bone-crushing hug that had only gotten stronger ( though . . far more subdued ) than it had been a decade previous.

" Ack! C'mon Sui, d'ya really- hey, hey, no, stop cryin', come on! " " Look at what you did, you made Suihei Something cry- " "Oi, don't place the blame on me! You're the one who decided-" Their argument was cut off by her speaking, and both pairs of eyes - both red and pale, pale blue, flit over to gaze upon her.

" You're back . . . " Her voice wavers, for a moment, as though emotion was trying to make it as difficult as possible to get the words out. But she wasn't crying. Because she never cries without a good reason too, and this wasn't a good reason, this was just-

" Welcome home. "