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She loved Him from afar
A young woman in a white ritual gown kneeled before Nuriko's grave. Tears fell and dampened the braid that lay over her shoulder. Reaching out she touched the engraved name on the stone. A simple phrase escaped her lips before the sobs racked her body violently: "I loved you."
Mikaru had known Nuriko since he was but a child and after ten years of friendship, she fell in love with him and remained in love even though he sought another. The pain she felt within her when she found out he had died in battle nearly numbed her. It was almost impossible at the amount of pain she endured all those years waiting for him to reciprocate her feelings.
She had one very fond memory that had risen her hope of his love.
*Flashback*
"Mikaru!!"
Mikaru looked up from her task and saw a young man with long purple hair in a braid sailing behind him as he ran towards with a huge smile on his face. She grinned and set her bouquet down in her basket and stood.
"Nuriko! What is it?" she asked. Nuriko stopped in front of her and panted for breath. Then he handed her a piece of paper.
"I was accepted to be trained in the shinobi arts!" he declared, with so much excitement that Mikaru's heart swelled with love and pride. Her dearest friend was to become a great warrior.
"I'm so happy for you, Nuriko! My friend is to become the greatest warrior of them all!" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around him in a friendly embrace. She felt Nuriko's arms come around her and they spun around the meadow and raced through the wild flowers until they finally collapsed beside each other laughing.
Mikaru rolled to her side facing Nuriko and giggled at the braid covering his nose. He chuckled and tickled her sides until she cried out for mercy. And that was when time stood still. Their eyes had met and held. Mikaru licked her dry lips and she watched Nuriko's gaze slip to her mouth. Then his head lowered and pressed a gentle kiss upon her lips. Mikaru was surprised and yet welcomed the gesture. She returned his kiss and held on to him as the kiss deepened and intensified.
How they had ended up in his room and bed, naked, Mikaru couldn't remember. And as their gazes met and they smiled, Mikaru knew she had conceived his child. And she'd always love that child no matter what became of her and Nuriko.
End Flashback
Mikaru placed a bouquet similar to the one she had picked the day she and Nuriko made love against the stone. An arrangement of wildflowers that Nuriko always found pretty. Mikaru fought back a tear and leaned down to kiss the stone.
"Mama!" called a small voice.
Mikaru smiled a sad smile as her son, Nuriko 2nd, came toward her with a toothy grin. She wiped away the trails of tears and opened her arms to him as he flung himself at her. She hugged him tightly to her and placed a kiss on his temple. He was the very image of his father and she could already see everything she loved in his father in her son.
"Nuriko, I'd like you to meet your father. He has the same name as you and he was a great warrior. He died in battle to keep us all safe. Say hello to him, Nuriko!" Mikaru said softly and lovingly.
"Hello, papa! I love you!" her son exclaimed. Mikaru thought she would cry right then again. She repeated her son's words and stood while holding her son's hand and walked away.
Her best friend's spirit would live on inside her son and she would devote her life to keeping her son as happy as her friend was.
Looking back, Mikaru looked over her shoulder and whispered goodbye to her friend and lover and the wind carried her words towards the heavens.
She loved Him from afar
A young woman in a white ritual gown kneeled before Nuriko's grave. Tears fell and dampened the braid that lay over her shoulder. Reaching out she touched the engraved name on the stone. A simple phrase escaped her lips before the sobs racked her body violently: "I loved you."
Mikaru had known Nuriko since he was but a child and after ten years of friendship, she fell in love with him and remained in love even though he sought another. The pain she felt within her when she found out he had died in battle nearly numbed her. It was almost impossible at the amount of pain she endured all those years waiting for him to reciprocate her feelings.
She had one very fond memory that had risen her hope of his love.
*Flashback*
"Mikaru!!"
Mikaru looked up from her task and saw a young man with long purple hair in a braid sailing behind him as he ran towards with a huge smile on his face. She grinned and set her bouquet down in her basket and stood.
"Nuriko! What is it?" she asked. Nuriko stopped in front of her and panted for breath. Then he handed her a piece of paper.
"I was accepted to be trained in the shinobi arts!" he declared, with so much excitement that Mikaru's heart swelled with love and pride. Her dearest friend was to become a great warrior.
"I'm so happy for you, Nuriko! My friend is to become the greatest warrior of them all!" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around him in a friendly embrace. She felt Nuriko's arms come around her and they spun around the meadow and raced through the wild flowers until they finally collapsed beside each other laughing.
Mikaru rolled to her side facing Nuriko and giggled at the braid covering his nose. He chuckled and tickled her sides until she cried out for mercy. And that was when time stood still. Their eyes had met and held. Mikaru licked her dry lips and she watched Nuriko's gaze slip to her mouth. Then his head lowered and pressed a gentle kiss upon her lips. Mikaru was surprised and yet welcomed the gesture. She returned his kiss and held on to him as the kiss deepened and intensified.
How they had ended up in his room and bed, naked, Mikaru couldn't remember. And as their gazes met and they smiled, Mikaru knew she had conceived his child. And she'd always love that child no matter what became of her and Nuriko.
End Flashback
Mikaru placed a bouquet similar to the one she had picked the day she and Nuriko made love against the stone. An arrangement of wildflowers that Nuriko always found pretty. Mikaru fought back a tear and leaned down to kiss the stone.
"Mama!" called a small voice.
Mikaru smiled a sad smile as her son, Nuriko 2nd, came toward her with a toothy grin. She wiped away the trails of tears and opened her arms to him as he flung himself at her. She hugged him tightly to her and placed a kiss on his temple. He was the very image of his father and she could already see everything she loved in his father in her son.
"Nuriko, I'd like you to meet your father. He has the same name as you and he was a great warrior. He died in battle to keep us all safe. Say hello to him, Nuriko!" Mikaru said softly and lovingly.
"Hello, papa! I love you!" her son exclaimed. Mikaru thought she would cry right then again. She repeated her son's words and stood while holding her son's hand and walked away.
Her best friend's spirit would live on inside her son and she would devote her life to keeping her son as happy as her friend was.
Looking back, Mikaru looked over her shoulder and whispered goodbye to her friend and lover and the wind carried her words towards the heavens.