DISCLAIMER: I would be really happy if Kubo were to release the manga twice a week.

Sometimes, she thinks of possiblities.

What would it be like if she lived?
What would it be like if she went to school normally?
What would it be like to have not a care about both the dead and the living?

But she does not desire those things. For her, just to be able to experience every dawn and evey dusk is contentment in its simplest and most authentic form.

There is one thing, however, that pervades her mind. She considers the possibility and hopes for its realization.

She imagines that had her sister lived, she would have had beautiful angels with her Nii-sama given that many women admire her Nii-sama and that he would not have chosen an ordinary, much less ugly, wife.

She can only contemplate and speculate and wish for the realization of her most well-kept dream, something she has never shared with anyone.

She thinks of what it would be like to hold a bundle of joy, to smell its milky fragrance, to feel it pulsing with both softness and strength. She imagines a small fist curling around her thumb and an innocent smile that would make her heart skip a beat.

After two years, that bundle of joy would throw tantrums and start whining. She would scold it and perhaps spank it. But she would melt when it smiles and her heart would reach out when it cries.

After another two years, she would begin to teach it how to read and write. She would be gentle yet strict, never too lenient and never too harsh.

In the next ten years, she would have to pass through several obstacles. She would have to break barriers put up by the amateur; she would have to deal with angst and anger; she would learn to be patient. She would try not to worry and she would extend the meaning of trust. She would experience sleepless nights and perhaps cry through some days but overall, she would be thankful for everything.

After another four years, she would, little by little, learn to let go. Even if it hurts. Even if it breaks her heart. She would let it grow its own wings and soar high. She would cry again and again but she would never let go of the beautiful memories.

And in all those years, someone would be holding her hand. Someone would be lending an ear even though she would nag and punch and kick. Someone would talk to her even though most of the time, it would be a retort of some sort or an unmentionable curse. Someone would let her lean on his shoulder and someone would envelop her with his strong arms. Someone would cry with her, would smile with her, would laugh with her. And that someone would be the father of her child.
He would not only share the difficult responsibilities but also the beautiful memories.

And their child would have blue eyes like her. The child would be petite. The child would be smart and strong and wise. And the child would love Chappy the Rabbit.

But those traits would not be good for a boy. So she is willing to give some of the father's qualities to the child. He would have amber eyes and would grow up tall. She does not really want the scowl but as they say, like father, like son. He would appear quite uncaring and cool but inside, he would be sensitive and warm. He would be quite talented in rhetorics but he would never be able to beat her.

She does not know if everything is really possible. But she dreams on. And ceaselessly hopes that her dream, even if it's just this one, would someday become a reality.

Thanks to those who reviewed: Concetta, rivermaya, Laverne, begumfarah99,and multiturtle

These are your average drabbles but I hope I contributed something to the IchiRuki fan base. Forgive the OCness.

This particular chapter was written in 30 minutes or so. If it did not satisfy you, I guess I'll just have to do better next time:D

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