Word Count: 205
G is for Garden
The class community service project at the old folk's home went surprisingly uneventful--in other words, nothing blew up. Considering Sousuke Sagara was in the class, that was really saying something.
Kaname did a great job of keeping an eye on him. He tried planting mines in the flower beds once and booby trap the herb stalks ("The enemy may steal supplies for their own forces," he explained), but she put a stop to both and confined him to weed picking.
At the end of the day she came running up, a colorful bouquet in her arms. "Sousuke, look! The people here gave them as a thank you gift! Aren't they beautiful?"
He glanced at them and was about to lecture on how they could make good camouflage cover. And then he looked up.
She was still sweaty from labor, strands of blue sticking to her cheeks which were bright and rosy from effort and fulfillment, even under the dirt smudges. The disheveled look briefly reminded him of the battlefield, but with a distinct lack of gunpowder and blood. And other soldiers didn't smile in a way that made him stop and think:
"...Beautiful..."
Taking that as his agreement, Kaname beamed as they walked back.
-owari
Authoress Notes
Thanks for the reference, Ariane! That was a super-sweet link that I've bookmarked for later use. I'd love to recieve any more information sites anyone has. Thanks!
I bought 2 volumes of the manga today and will soon get my hands on more anime. Wish me luck as I further my goal to expand my knowledge on FMP! (Dang, some of these stories in the manga were ideas I was thinking of using for future drabbles though. Or at least similar to...)