O.o Whoa. How the hell did I come up with this? Oh, well...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except random virtual plushies.
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As Time Goes On
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Kurama came home from school. His classes had gone quite well that day - only a few girls had asked him out, and he had given a presentation in Botany that the teacher complimented as the best he had ever heard. Kurama chuckled softly. If only he knew...
He brought in the mail and spread it out on the table. A bill, some magazines, junk mail... and...
A small envelope fell out from the pile of paper, addressed to him. It had no return address that he could see, and had obviously been hand-delivered. He could still smell the ningen that had brought it. He - she?- had been very sad when they delivered it, as though they had known it would cause him pain.
He opened it carefully. The paper on which the letter was written was thick, creamy parchment that was impossible to mass-produce. He scanned it, his face growing darker and more solemn as he read. When he was done, he carefully folded it back up and put it in his desk drawer. Then he started on his homework - for the next night, as well as this one.
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Kurama went through the next day solemnly. The girls that typically swarmed around him sensed his mood and left him alone. He went through his work as though it were routine. Teachers that knew him looked at him with concern, but understood that this fell in the category of "don't-ask".
He came home for an hour to do his chores and finish the rest of his homework. Then he put on his jacket and said to Shiori, "Kasaan, I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back at 8."
"Where are you going?" Shiori asked, sensitive to her son's mood.
Kurama remained silent for a moment.
"To visit... a friend."
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Kurama stood on the hill, watching as they lowered the coffin into the dark earth. People around him gossiped and whispered about why that young boy was here, he couldn't possibly have known her, not as young as he was... but they fell silent when they saw the way he looked at the coffin.
When all the others had left, he made his way to the grave and stood on the freshly-dug earth. He remained there for a moment, remembering. Then he reached down and planted a small seed in the soil at the base of the tombstone. He turned and began to walk the path back home.
That was the trouble with living so long...
You outlived your mortal friends.
And on certain grave in that graveyard, there would always be a dark red rosebush.
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Whoa. O.o I didn't know I could do dark. The idea for this came out of nowhere, I swear. It's probably actually someone else's. In case you were wondering, the person was a girl he befriended a long time ago, who helped him when he was stuck as a fox in the Ningenkai. I don't know where that came from, either. @_@ I'm confused. Just R&R. It makes authors happy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except random virtual plushies.
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As Time Goes On
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Kurama came home from school. His classes had gone quite well that day - only a few girls had asked him out, and he had given a presentation in Botany that the teacher complimented as the best he had ever heard. Kurama chuckled softly. If only he knew...
He brought in the mail and spread it out on the table. A bill, some magazines, junk mail... and...
A small envelope fell out from the pile of paper, addressed to him. It had no return address that he could see, and had obviously been hand-delivered. He could still smell the ningen that had brought it. He - she?- had been very sad when they delivered it, as though they had known it would cause him pain.
He opened it carefully. The paper on which the letter was written was thick, creamy parchment that was impossible to mass-produce. He scanned it, his face growing darker and more solemn as he read. When he was done, he carefully folded it back up and put it in his desk drawer. Then he started on his homework - for the next night, as well as this one.
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Kurama went through the next day solemnly. The girls that typically swarmed around him sensed his mood and left him alone. He went through his work as though it were routine. Teachers that knew him looked at him with concern, but understood that this fell in the category of "don't-ask".
He came home for an hour to do his chores and finish the rest of his homework. Then he put on his jacket and said to Shiori, "Kasaan, I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back at 8."
"Where are you going?" Shiori asked, sensitive to her son's mood.
Kurama remained silent for a moment.
"To visit... a friend."
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Kurama stood on the hill, watching as they lowered the coffin into the dark earth. People around him gossiped and whispered about why that young boy was here, he couldn't possibly have known her, not as young as he was... but they fell silent when they saw the way he looked at the coffin.
When all the others had left, he made his way to the grave and stood on the freshly-dug earth. He remained there for a moment, remembering. Then he reached down and planted a small seed in the soil at the base of the tombstone. He turned and began to walk the path back home.
That was the trouble with living so long...
You outlived your mortal friends.
And on certain grave in that graveyard, there would always be a dark red rosebush.
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Whoa. O.o I didn't know I could do dark. The idea for this came out of nowhere, I swear. It's probably actually someone else's. In case you were wondering, the person was a girl he befriended a long time ago, who helped him when he was stuck as a fox in the Ningenkai. I don't know where that came from, either. @_@ I'm confused. Just R&R. It makes authors happy.