Innocence
Two young women stood before the simple grave. For someone so famous, there had been only a small group of close friends saying goodbye. The marker itself was hardly more than a small stone with a single name on it. Shinta. It was as he'd have wanted. He had no desire to go down in history. He'd just wanted to live long enough to see for himself the era he'd sacrificed so much to create.
And he had seen it. In the faces of those who cared about him. And in the two little girls he'd been able to watch grow up in an era of peace.
Ayume and Suzame knelt by his grave, leaving a simple gift for him. Something he'd bought them years ago on a whim, when they'd grown bored during a shopping trip. It had never occurred to them that the trinket might have any value to him, but for some reason it seemed an appropriate offering now. A way to thank him for the role he'd played in their lives.
The women finally walked away, and only those few who truly understood the name on the grave could really appreciate the significance of the small wooden top resting in its shadow.
Author's Note:Hopefully I managed to get across what I wanted. Thanks for reading. Please review. And keep your eyes open for the next wanderer who demands that I write his reflection!