[Jun 30] [xxxHOLiC] last bluebells
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grassangelTitle: last bluebells
Series: xxxHOLiC
Character/Pairing: Watanuki Kimihiro, Mokona (Ichihara Yuuko)
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Spoilers/Warnings: None?
Wordcount: 250
Theme/prompt: June 30 - a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now
Author's Notes: Not betaed yet, still a little clunky in places, but it's late...
A figure is kneeling in the empty lot by the stump of a long fallen cherry tree. Hardly anyone gives much attention to the person or whatever they are doing in the lot chalked for razing and construction, instead rushing on, hastened by whelk-grey skies.
No one could tell you what stood there previously.
Long fingers skitter, earth crumbling between their brown-stained tips as they smooth the disturbed ground into perfection, half impatient before their task is fulfilled.
Satisfied, they set a shallow sake cup down upon the nearly flat rectangular mound, the woody scent of the liquor released as light rain starts falling upon it. Crisp linen wrinkles, a folded handkerchief joining the cup; folds softening as the fabric grows damp.
The memorial is admired for a moment before the figure slowly unfolds, stepping back from the small pile of disturbed earth and smiling wistfully as the light rain continues to fall.
They walk slowly out of the empty lot, a messenger bag slung across their chest, rain a shimmer around them as they walk into the dull grey of Tokyo city.
"Watanuki– what shall we do now?" A voice dolefully pipes up from the bag, eyes upturned sadly.
"I suppose–" he half turns to look behind them, "that we carry on. How would you like kitsune soba tonight? Doumeki has a good tea to go with it." Watanuki answers, continuing to walk on, rain shimmering around him, a hand trying to dispel raindrops that aren't there.
Series: xxxHOLiC
Character/Pairing: Watanuki Kimihiro, Mokona (Ichihara Yuuko)
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Spoilers/Warnings: None?
Wordcount: 250
Theme/prompt: June 30 - a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now
Author's Notes: Not betaed yet, still a little clunky in places, but it's late...
A figure is kneeling in the empty lot by the stump of a long fallen cherry tree. Hardly anyone gives much attention to the person or whatever they are doing in the lot chalked for razing and construction, instead rushing on, hastened by whelk-grey skies.
No one could tell you what stood there previously.
Long fingers skitter, earth crumbling between their brown-stained tips as they smooth the disturbed ground into perfection, half impatient before their task is fulfilled.
Satisfied, they set a shallow sake cup down upon the nearly flat rectangular mound, the woody scent of the liquor released as light rain starts falling upon it. Crisp linen wrinkles, a folded handkerchief joining the cup; folds softening as the fabric grows damp.
The memorial is admired for a moment before the figure slowly unfolds, stepping back from the small pile of disturbed earth and smiling wistfully as the light rain continues to fall.
They walk slowly out of the empty lot, a messenger bag slung across their chest, rain a shimmer around them as they walk into the dull grey of Tokyo city.
"Watanuki– what shall we do now?" A voice dolefully pipes up from the bag, eyes upturned sadly.
"I suppose–" he half turns to look behind them, "that we carry on. How would you like kitsune soba tonight? Doumeki has a good tea to go with it." Watanuki answers, continuing to walk on, rain shimmering around him, a hand trying to dispel raindrops that aren't there.
