A Look Inside Kurokawa Chiaki...
Aug. 28th, 2009 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This was literally written right now, because I finally had a good idea for it...
“Chiaki, it is not of my nature to wish to come to this Christian place. However, this is where your mother spent most of her time,” the man said. Kurokawa Daisuke was still generally young; most certainly too young to be typically called grandfather, but because the daughter next to him was born from his late teenage daughter…
“Kaachan?” The kindergartner’s red eyes lit up. She never knew her mother. She had spent all of her life living with the man whose hair was just starting to turn grayer.
“Why don’t we give your mother a visit, Chiaki?”
The brunette nodded, and grasped her grandfather’s hand. As they left, the child took notice of another pair coming in. A young woman with reddish-blonde hair came in, dressed casually but dressy enough for the place she was at. Holding her hand was a girl about Chiaki’s height with dark hair: almost black, but clearly a deep blue. Her hair was tied into two pigtails.
The two eyes met: blue and red. No words were said.
“Ojiisan, why does this have my birthday on it?” Chiaki pointed at the shining stone. The girl could not read what was on it, save for her birthday (her Grandfather taught her her months), but the older man took them in carefully:
Kurokawa Sakura
Born April 3, 19XX
Died September 24, 20XX
“Never mind, dear, I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
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