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there anyone who reads these that honestly thinks that somebody on this
site does?
Well, I'm doing a Kagome POV. It's based on a dream I had, so it may turn AU. Remember: Don't watch more than 2 hours of a single anime in Japanese before you go to bed.
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I looked at the tanned man in front of me in disbelief. It couldn't be him. He's been dead for so long. But he smiled back at me, the way I always remembered, the way he did when I was still a child. He had that same strong jaw, that same humble expression. His black hair; his bronze skin; his dark eyes; they were all the same as I remembered.
"Kagome-chan," he said rather softly, "My little girl, you've grown so. You're a young lady now."
I stood in front of the temple, silent. The breeze moved the leaves of the Sacred Tree and the chimes sounded. His kind grin got wider. He seemed to expect my disbelief.
"I... never got to see Souta," he said, "Is he in the house?"
"N-no... he went with Grandpa and Mama to get some groceries."
"I see." He sat under the tree on the bench before it, and looked up at it. "My, trees have such long lives. This one has seen so much, I suspect. It watched you grow up, didn't it? Even though it sits, immobile, it protected you and guided you, hasn't it?" He made a small laugh. "I believe I owe you, Guardian Tree. You have done my duties since I could not."
Tears began to well in my eyes, and the image of him before be began to get blurry. "Papa." My voice was so different now, like when I was small. "Papa, you're back."
The smudge of colors that represented him moved. It got bigger, making me realise that he had walked closer to me. I could barely see his face through the standing water in my eyes, but I can tell that he was still smiling to me.
I let them fall down my cheek, allowing me to see him more clearly. He got a hankerchief from his pocket and wiped them away. "Now, now, Kagome- chan. It has been a while, but I want you to be happy, not lachrymose."
I nodded, but despite my will, the salty liquid kept pouring. I threw my arms around him. "Papa! Papa! I missed you so much!" My face was now buried in the cloth of the jacket over his shoulder, and I felt the familiar, large hand pat my back. Though I have grown, he was still so much bigger then I.
"It's OK now, Kagome-chan," his great voice said to me, the same way he did when I tripped and scraped my knee when I was 5. I kept weeping, even as a part of me kept saying "This can't be him. Does it make any sense? Has anything the past year made any sense?"
But no doubt of mine kept him from speaking again. "I'm here again; I have another chance."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I apologize for the brevity of this chapter. They'll get longer; promise.
Well, I'm doing a Kagome POV. It's based on a dream I had, so it may turn AU. Remember: Don't watch more than 2 hours of a single anime in Japanese before you go to bed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I looked at the tanned man in front of me in disbelief. It couldn't be him. He's been dead for so long. But he smiled back at me, the way I always remembered, the way he did when I was still a child. He had that same strong jaw, that same humble expression. His black hair; his bronze skin; his dark eyes; they were all the same as I remembered.
"Kagome-chan," he said rather softly, "My little girl, you've grown so. You're a young lady now."
I stood in front of the temple, silent. The breeze moved the leaves of the Sacred Tree and the chimes sounded. His kind grin got wider. He seemed to expect my disbelief.
"I... never got to see Souta," he said, "Is he in the house?"
"N-no... he went with Grandpa and Mama to get some groceries."
"I see." He sat under the tree on the bench before it, and looked up at it. "My, trees have such long lives. This one has seen so much, I suspect. It watched you grow up, didn't it? Even though it sits, immobile, it protected you and guided you, hasn't it?" He made a small laugh. "I believe I owe you, Guardian Tree. You have done my duties since I could not."
Tears began to well in my eyes, and the image of him before be began to get blurry. "Papa." My voice was so different now, like when I was small. "Papa, you're back."
The smudge of colors that represented him moved. It got bigger, making me realise that he had walked closer to me. I could barely see his face through the standing water in my eyes, but I can tell that he was still smiling to me.
I let them fall down my cheek, allowing me to see him more clearly. He got a hankerchief from his pocket and wiped them away. "Now, now, Kagome- chan. It has been a while, but I want you to be happy, not lachrymose."
I nodded, but despite my will, the salty liquid kept pouring. I threw my arms around him. "Papa! Papa! I missed you so much!" My face was now buried in the cloth of the jacket over his shoulder, and I felt the familiar, large hand pat my back. Though I have grown, he was still so much bigger then I.
"It's OK now, Kagome-chan," his great voice said to me, the same way he did when I tripped and scraped my knee when I was 5. I kept weeping, even as a part of me kept saying "This can't be him. Does it make any sense? Has anything the past year made any sense?"
But no doubt of mine kept him from speaking again. "I'm here again; I have another chance."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I apologize for the brevity of this chapter. They'll get longer; promise.