A/N: finally talked myself into opening the computer after being so
engrossed in doing some cross-stitch, which I had not done in awhile.
anyway, here's the last installment and hopefully you enjoyed this story as
much as I found it difficult to think up and close. :)
To: archer-razilia: gomen ne, but I can't exactly specify the illness cause I really have no idea what kind of disease would make her die beautiful besides, having pasty skin and a loss of energy. Oh well, read on.:)
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The wake was over; her body buried three feet underground. The crowd had started to disperse, leaving behind the last of the mourners and the family of the deceased.
Touya stood besides the newly dug grave, tears glistening in his young eyes. He looked around and watched as his father thanked the last of the mourners, Sakura held firm against his breast.
Touya turned back to look at the grave of his mother and took a deep breath, the earthy smell of the soil filling his lungs heavily. He closed his eyes tightly, willing the tears to subside and clear his vision. He stood motionless for a second longer and felt his father come near.
Fujitaka felt the urge to cry; only his promise to his much-loved wife had prevented him from giving in to the grief now pricking his broken heart like the needles of the cactus that he had as a child. He placed his hand as a comforting gesture on his young son's soldier and squeezed ever so slightly and took a long look at the patch of newly turned earth where his wife now resides.
The silence that enveloped the family was comforting in a way. The only sound that could be heard was the wind blowing through the leaves gently, whistling a comforting tune, as if offering some solace for their anguish.
The world had forgotten them, the space suspended in time.
Sakura wriggled against her father's grip and turned to look around. She saw many stones littering the green grass, stones of all sizes and shapes erected and dotting the place as if a child had made fun of toy blocks and placed them here and there for his own amusement. She craned her neck but still saw no one besides her brother and her father. Her mother was nowhere to be found. Upon this discovery, her lower lip began to tremble slightly, her babyish face started to crumple and she began to cry for her mother.
Fujitaka was startled as well as Touya by the cry of the infant which had kept silent all through the service. Father and son tried their best to console Sakura, but alas the truth cannot be kept even from such young a child.
Sakura sobbed pitifully for the mother she will never see. Her young mind took in the meaning of the brown earth they had stood over for the past hour. She felt heaviness build up at the back of her eyes until, she finally fell asleep, her head cradled against her father's neck.
Fujitaka adjusted his old on his daughter and placed his hand again lightly on Touya's shoulder letting him know that it was time to leave. He turned and walked a few steps ahead knowing that his son would follow suit.
Touya bent his head and said a silent prayer. He lifted his eyes and saw her mother looking down at him, an encouraging smile on her beloved face. He knew now that his prayer had been heard.
Touya turned and saw his father waiting by the car, Sakura strapped on the car seat at the back. He turned back to his mother's grave and with one last lingering look headed to the car, with the spirit of his mom alongside.
A few years later, the Kinomotos moved to Tomoeda to start a new life.
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A/N: minna-san, please let me know what you think. :)
To: archer-razilia: gomen ne, but I can't exactly specify the illness cause I really have no idea what kind of disease would make her die beautiful besides, having pasty skin and a loss of energy. Oh well, read on.:)
* * * * *
The wake was over; her body buried three feet underground. The crowd had started to disperse, leaving behind the last of the mourners and the family of the deceased.
Touya stood besides the newly dug grave, tears glistening in his young eyes. He looked around and watched as his father thanked the last of the mourners, Sakura held firm against his breast.
Touya turned back to look at the grave of his mother and took a deep breath, the earthy smell of the soil filling his lungs heavily. He closed his eyes tightly, willing the tears to subside and clear his vision. He stood motionless for a second longer and felt his father come near.
Fujitaka felt the urge to cry; only his promise to his much-loved wife had prevented him from giving in to the grief now pricking his broken heart like the needles of the cactus that he had as a child. He placed his hand as a comforting gesture on his young son's soldier and squeezed ever so slightly and took a long look at the patch of newly turned earth where his wife now resides.
The silence that enveloped the family was comforting in a way. The only sound that could be heard was the wind blowing through the leaves gently, whistling a comforting tune, as if offering some solace for their anguish.
The world had forgotten them, the space suspended in time.
Sakura wriggled against her father's grip and turned to look around. She saw many stones littering the green grass, stones of all sizes and shapes erected and dotting the place as if a child had made fun of toy blocks and placed them here and there for his own amusement. She craned her neck but still saw no one besides her brother and her father. Her mother was nowhere to be found. Upon this discovery, her lower lip began to tremble slightly, her babyish face started to crumple and she began to cry for her mother.
Fujitaka was startled as well as Touya by the cry of the infant which had kept silent all through the service. Father and son tried their best to console Sakura, but alas the truth cannot be kept even from such young a child.
Sakura sobbed pitifully for the mother she will never see. Her young mind took in the meaning of the brown earth they had stood over for the past hour. She felt heaviness build up at the back of her eyes until, she finally fell asleep, her head cradled against her father's neck.
Fujitaka adjusted his old on his daughter and placed his hand again lightly on Touya's shoulder letting him know that it was time to leave. He turned and walked a few steps ahead knowing that his son would follow suit.
Touya bent his head and said a silent prayer. He lifted his eyes and saw her mother looking down at him, an encouraging smile on her beloved face. He knew now that his prayer had been heard.
Touya turned and saw his father waiting by the car, Sakura strapped on the car seat at the back. He turned back to his mother's grave and with one last lingering look headed to the car, with the spirit of his mom alongside.
A few years later, the Kinomotos moved to Tomoeda to start a new life.
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A/N: minna-san, please let me know what you think. :)