MUGEN

Lights

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I remain seating on the thick branch of a tree that has come to strand at the edge of the beach. The sea is not my thing, the smell not appealing to my senses, yet I know how much you enjoy it, and so does our daughter. It isn't hard to notice, even more now as both of you run along the water's edge, splashing drops and drops that surround you like flashes of light, forming a marvelous scene to behold. Moroha takes you by the hand, her three cycles of ages complete, making her every time more conscious of what she likes.

Right now, she lets go and crouches, the soft sway of the see yet to reach her knees. You look at me, shrug, and smile. I know it is of people in love to think you beautiful with your hakama pulled up and tied around your thighs. It isn't a garment apt for water like those you used to wear when you came from your time; however, the afternoon sun reflecting on the water allows me to see you illuminated, radiant, and that's beautiful in way that knows no description.

You laugh with her, when you see her trying to catch the bubbles of air some sea insects create. Your gaze finds me again, and I softly tap the place by my side with a hand. She is close, and you can be with me for a moment.

You sit, and seek my hand to intertwine our fingers as we watch Moroha splashing around in her attempts to catch something. I hear you laugh, and that laugh sounds as clear as the water underneath our feet.

"She's perfect." You claim with a wide smile showing your happiness.

Despite my efforts, I may never be able to tell you how incredible it is for me to part of your happiness.

I tighten my hold on your hand, and then Moroha shouts, rising her little fist and walks towards us. She comes completely surrounded by lights on water. She has managed to catch a conch, and wants us to see it. However, she drops it on the way, less than two steps away from us and we jump to help her find it. The sea is calm, yet the little animal is smart, and digs itself out of sight.

Moroha threatens to cry.

"Don't worry, my little girl." You say, and look at me. I immediately know you've thought of something.

The first blast of water you throw at me, wets my sides.

"Kagome!" My complain it's reduced to nothingness as soon as a smile escapes me.

"I know you like it." You declare.

It's not like that, but I don't care.

The second attack of drops hits my face when I try to return the favor, and I hear the explosive laugh sprouting from our daughter. Her little hands enter the game, and I crouch so that she may reach me, not without pushing a good amount of water her way.

I look at you both when you tire, and the girl once again finds her conch. You are wet, and now I smell like the sea; yet the drops of water dancing on the dark of your hair are like lights of a rainbow, and compensate everything.

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A/N

Thank you for being with me,

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart