Gojo clan estate (1994)
"My dearest one...don't cry...don't cry...don't cry..."
Winter just visits the Gojo clan in Kyoto. Therefor sat a little girl with soft violet eyes, skin fair as the snow like a porcelain, soft face like a little angel on the tree bark around the training ground where she can see the surroundings, her feet dangling gently adorned with wooden geta.
"My dearest one, don't cry....don't cry....you are loved.."
She sings gently, humming the melody while eyeing a boy who slumped on the engawa in exhaustion, his small body filled with bruised and slight blood, how cruel the Gojo clan can be?
Whistle
Satoru Gojo noticed his surroundings, didn't he? His sharp gaze noticed the dangling feet on the tree bark, before the gaze went up and their gaze met.
His breath hitched—in his entire life he never saw such faces, so pretty it was breathtaking, her soft round faces, her pale violet eyes, it was peaceful to look at, as if the pain from the bruises he just got from training earlier completely vanished.
"Munching.....plum?" He uttered in confusion while still staring at the girl.
Yeah she was munching plum, her crooked teeth sinking deep into the fruit as she munching it like a freaking rabbit.
"Hey? How did you get in here? Are you one of the poor? The one who begged to see me all the time in front of the gate?" Thus he would never doubt she was one of the poor because how the hell someone as pretty as the angel would be poor?
He rises from his laying position, sitting at the edge of the engawa while still admiring the girl.
"Hey? Are you deaf? I'm asking you question, no one silent on me before, don't pissed me off—"
Thud.
The girl jumps from the tree and lands gracefully on the ground, the plump she ate earlier forgotten as it vanishes out of nowhere, those small hands wipe an imaginary dirt around her dark purple kimono.
"I just want to visit my favorite person" she said in a cheery tone, their gaze met once again—hers turned soft when it landed on his, it's like she tried to remember each of the features he had.
His straight nose, his light blue eyes, those soft silk of his white strand, those cherubic face, pale skin of his....Ren....ren—
"Satoru Gojo wasn't?" She grab one of his hands and pulls him towards the vast training field igniting a surprise squeak from Satoru.
"Hey—"
Her step and his crossed against each other, the girl hands guide Satoru to follow her dance, it looks like they were sparring.
"It's been awhile I miss you~!"
"I don't know you—"
"What is this! You make me dizzy! Let go of me you freak! Who says you can touch me! I'm the honored one—" He shouted in annoyance yet his step far from wanting to back away instead trying to keep up with her on the snow that fell like a soft rain on summer days, a couple of beads resting on his sharp strands of hair.
"You will know me and guarantee that you like me too don't you?"
She brings her face close to his—pupils searching his face as if trying to remember everything that is present in front of her eyes
"Oi what are you doing"
"Hm?"
She smiles happily showing those silly crooked teeth she had, his face...so innocent, so pure, yet filled with grudge, faint exhausted line around his eyes.
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Seraphine
FanfictionMiya Miko born as a bastard, and now she needs to save the white haired boy just because her ancestor asked her to, oh for fuck sake can't she just live?
