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"A Dance That Will Never Come"
Everyone applauded as the dance ended, and the bride gave her father a kiss and a hug. The bride's father was crying, saying something about 'how his little girl's all grown up'. Neuro sighed, and turned to say something rude about the family to Yako.
Except, Yako, wasn't there.
She wasn't anywhere in the room.
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He found her out in the gardens, hidden by the sunflowers and lilies. Short, erratic sobs bursting from her.
It was a dreadful sound.
"Yako?" He knelt down beside her, and she tried hastily to wipe her face clean.
"Y-Yes?" Neuro cocked his head slightly to the left; studying her closely.
"You're crying. Why?" He sighed, "Is it because of the wedding? Humans are strange. To cry over such a little thing. Joy, they call it. You smile, and laugh, and even cry because of it. Such silly emotions. It's just a wedding. Not even your own wedding! You're being silly. Come on, they're about to serve lun-"
"…Leave me alone…" she said quietly. "You wouldn't understand…" Neuro paused, and stooped down. He placed a finger under her chin, gently lifting it up. She batted away his hand.
"Dishrag?" he asked, "Yako?"
"Leave me alone."
"Why?"
"Because. I need space."
"Why?"
"Because"
"Why because?"
"Because!" Yako drew her knees close, and started to sob. "Because I will never have what she does."
"What, a wedding? I know you're ugly, and stupid, and piggish, but you know the human saying, 'there's someone out there for everyone'."
"Not the wedding, dumbass." She snarled, and promptly buried her head into her knees again.
"Then what?" Neuro demanded. Yako's reply was so faint and muffled, that he only barely heard it.
…A father…
Neuro sat back on his heels and laid a, what he hoped was a comforting hand on her back. She sobbed into her knees some more. He looked up at the incredibly blue sky, and thought about this.
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She will never be able to show him all of her girl friends.
She will never be able to show him the carnage her and her friends can wreck at a single slumber party.
She will never have him chaperone a school event.
She will never take him to an amusement park for a father-daughter day.
She will never show off her first boyfriend to him.
She will never see him threaten bodily harm to her first boyfriend if he tries anything.
She will never groan at one of his bad jokes again.
She will never beg him for his car keys.
She will never be able to take him prom-dress shopping.
He will never punish her for drinking at prom.
He will never punish her for getting drunk after prom.
She will never get to see him cry at her graduation.
She will never show him her high school diploma.
She will never show him her fiancé.
She will never see hear him threaten her fiancé with violence if he makes his daughter unhappy.
She will never see him pay for her wedding.
She will never take him with her to pick out her wedding dress.
She will not see him at her wedding.
He will never walk her down the isle.
She will never have him give her away to another man.
She will never dance with him during the father-daughter dance.
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The sobs quieted, and he looked over at her. He fished a handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it to her. She took it gratefully.
"Better?" He asked softly. She nodded.
"Good. You want to head back in now? Lunch is probably still being served."
"You go on ahead. I've still got to clean up a bit." She said, he accepted this and rose to his feet.
As he turned to return to the house, he slowed for a moment.
"Oh, dish rag…"
"Yes?"
"There will be punishment later for trying to order me around, wasting my time, and causing general problems."
"M'kay." Was the unenthusiastic reply. Neuro walked slowly back into the joyous din in the house.
The father of the bride smiled and laughed on Neuro's right. The bride smiled and gave her father another hug before darting off with her husband.
He will not be around for a lot of things.
A.N:
This story holds a special significance for me.
Also, Sorry I died. Life took over. and well.
Work, High school, COllege, Finals, Family, yatta yatta yatta.
thanks for being patient.