The Rock
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
801
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Rock
Sara Adams shivered, pulling her jacket closer to her body as she and her three year old daughter made their way through a cemetery. It had been a little over three years since Sara had been to this particular cemetery - since before Alicia was born. The last time she had seen any of these headstones, was the day that her husband was buried.
Alicia clearly didn’t understand this whole process. She grumbled about the cold, and sneezed a few times, but Sara knew it was all for effect. The little girl wanted to be out of there as quick as she possibly could. To her, this cemetery knew no sentimental value.
“Mommy, when are we going to be there?”
Sara sighed. “Just a minute, sweets.” she muttered, looking around frantically. Her memory of the cemetery was failing her. His gave should have been around this area . . .
Ah. There it was. She recognized the group of Ichijouji markings.
Osamu’s grave was on the third row of names, and the last one on the end. The sign of a more recent death. The name Ichijouji Maka proceeded Osamu’s - a startling reminder of how Maka met his own death. It was eerie how similar the two deaths had been. She swallowed and didn’t allow herself to go down this train of thought.
Alicia tugged on her coat. “Mommy, why are we here?”
“We’re here to visit your Daddy.”
Her head whipped around from side to side, and a small frown etched into Alicia’s features. “A Daddy isn’t here.” she concluded.
“Sure he is,” Sara protested. She rolled her eyes and pulled her daughter closer. “He’s right here, you see? Now, I know that you’ve never met him. And you never will, not until we’re both in Heaven.”
“But Heaven’s a long way, isn’t it Mommy?” Alicia interrupted.
Sara nodded. “Yes. But all you need to know is that your Daddy would have loved you so much. When you get a little older, I’ll start telling you more about him. All you need to know right now is that he was a great man.”
“Where is he, Mama?”
Sara pointed to the gravestone. “He’s right there, baby.”
Alicia blinked for a few moments. “Daddy’s there?” At Sara’s nod, she fell silent again. She kicked her feet, and squatted down by the headstone, patting it there. “Hi Daddy.” she said. Then she stood back up, and gave her mother a huge smile. “Daddy was a good man?”
Sara smiled. “One of the best.”
“And he’s here?”
Once again, Sara nodded.
“Oh.”
Finally thinking that Alicia understood, Sara took her by the hand, took one last look at the headstone, and carefully lead Alicia away. They were almost back to the car when Alicia made her last statement.
“Mommy? Why is my Daddy a rock?”
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A/N: In other words, Alicia still doesn't get it :D A friend gave me this idea, when I was discussing to her how utterly gullible little Alicia is. From this point forward, until she around six, she honestly believes that her father is that headstone :D I love my little girl character, but she isn't always the brightest thing. Reviews are appreciated! I'm thinking of doing some little one-shots such as these for a while. Would anyone be interested in a collection of one-shots, about various stages in Osamu and Sara's lives?
Alicia clearly didn’t understand this whole process. She grumbled about the cold, and sneezed a few times, but Sara knew it was all for effect. The little girl wanted to be out of there as quick as she possibly could. To her, this cemetery knew no sentimental value.
“Mommy, when are we going to be there?”
Sara sighed. “Just a minute, sweets.” she muttered, looking around frantically. Her memory of the cemetery was failing her. His gave should have been around this area . . .
Ah. There it was. She recognized the group of Ichijouji markings.
Osamu’s grave was on the third row of names, and the last one on the end. The sign of a more recent death. The name Ichijouji Maka proceeded Osamu’s - a startling reminder of how Maka met his own death. It was eerie how similar the two deaths had been. She swallowed and didn’t allow herself to go down this train of thought.
Alicia tugged on her coat. “Mommy, why are we here?”
“We’re here to visit your Daddy.”
Her head whipped around from side to side, and a small frown etched into Alicia’s features. “A Daddy isn’t here.” she concluded.
“Sure he is,” Sara protested. She rolled her eyes and pulled her daughter closer. “He’s right here, you see? Now, I know that you’ve never met him. And you never will, not until we’re both in Heaven.”
“But Heaven’s a long way, isn’t it Mommy?” Alicia interrupted.
Sara nodded. “Yes. But all you need to know is that your Daddy would have loved you so much. When you get a little older, I’ll start telling you more about him. All you need to know right now is that he was a great man.”
“Where is he, Mama?”
Sara pointed to the gravestone. “He’s right there, baby.”
Alicia blinked for a few moments. “Daddy’s there?” At Sara’s nod, she fell silent again. She kicked her feet, and squatted down by the headstone, patting it there. “Hi Daddy.” she said. Then she stood back up, and gave her mother a huge smile. “Daddy was a good man?”
Sara smiled. “One of the best.”
“And he’s here?”
Once again, Sara nodded.
“Oh.”
Finally thinking that Alicia understood, Sara took her by the hand, took one last look at the headstone, and carefully lead Alicia away. They were almost back to the car when Alicia made her last statement.
“Mommy? Why is my Daddy a rock?”
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A/N: In other words, Alicia still doesn't get it :D A friend gave me this idea, when I was discussing to her how utterly gullible little Alicia is. From this point forward, until she around six, she honestly believes that her father is that headstone :D I love my little girl character, but she isn't always the brightest thing. Reviews are appreciated! I'm thinking of doing some little one-shots such as these for a while. Would anyone be interested in a collection of one-shots, about various stages in Osamu and Sara's lives?