V- Silver
The night is cold. I wake up from a heavy sleep. By my side our tinny Nagori-chan breaths silently.
Cautiously I come from under the blankets, in an effort not to uncover our daughter. I get my overcoat and put it on, still wearing my sleeping suit. I creep beneath the silver moonlight to the place where I would find Misao in other times, following me: the temple.
I get upstairs sneakly and sit down, at the very place I used to. I look to outside the building. The sky is dark and absolutely blank. No stars at all. All is just the same, but for the moon, pusillanimously spiting its pale-silver light over me and throughout the place. It does not hurt me like the sun. On the contrary: it is just the much of light that lights and embraces as well. Yes, it lights.
I scrutinize the floor. I sigh. I glimpse a stained spot at the wooden floor. Misao's awkwardness because of having spilled the tea she prepared for me comes to my mind. I can still hear her cursing the floor for having causing her fall. I giggle.
I feel a strong ki behind me. Allarmed, I turn my head to see a pair of narrow ocean-green eyes staring at me. I get startled -how could she know I was here?
She runs in small steps -as wide as her legs can- and heaves herself on me. I should tell her off, but so amazed she got me that I can not do but embrace her and snuggle her on my lap.
"What--What are thou doing here?" I stutter, her small face hidden in my overcoat. As I repeat the question, firm and slowly, she raises her eyes and gaze me.
"Will you get mad at me, daddy?" she cries, making me loose grip and smirk.
"No, Nagori-chan. Dad is not getting mad at thee." I mess her hair, then I remember to tell her off. "But thou should not--"
"I woke up and daddy wasn't there, and I didn't want to be alone because I was affraid, and I thought daddy was sick or sad and I didn't want daddy to be sad, so I came see what happened to daddy that you left in the middle of the night." she gabbles, clenching my coat. I am still puzzled with her attitude, yet asking myself...
"How did thou know dad would be here?" I let slip.
"I searched throughout the building, in every place, but I didn't find daddy, so I got affraid because I thought daddy would run away and I got outside and I saw footprints on the floor and they were very very big, so I thought they were daddy's and then I followed them and I saw you here and I came upstairs." she speaks quick and continuously. I can not do anything but stare at her, for many many minutes. She is keen, too sharp for a four-year-old girl. Yes, she has ninja blood in her veins. She is a genuine onmitsu.
She frowns. "Are you alright, daddy?" I smirk and nod. She smiles so wide at me that I can feel warmth so deep again. She curles up in my coat and I rock her for some minutes, staring at the moon. When I look back to her, her eyes are closed. I can not prevent from an annoying déjà vu.
I sigh in relief: my daughter sleeps beneath a blessing silver moonlight.