Title: Hereditary
Author:
mistelineRating/Warnings: K/none
Pairing: Ryuho x Mimori Kiryu
Fandom: s-CRY-ed
Theme: #12 In a Good Mood for
30_kissesDisclaimer: I don't own s-CRY-ed or any of its characters.
Summary: She wants to see her father.
Author's Notes: Despite the evident lack of Ryuho, I'm kind of proud of this one. It's new and it's probably one of the first fics I've ever written that has felt completely original. I may continue this from a different POV.
"Why are you smiling, Mommy?" A young girl asked, looking up at her mother who was sitting on a nearby couch.
Mimori smiled as she brushed back a stray lock of ebony hair behind her ear. "Your father is coming home today."
"Really?" The little girl inquired as a bright smile spread across her lips. "I've always wanted to see daddy!"
The older woman looked down at her daughter. It had been seven years since Ryuho left the settlement in order to fight the mainland. At times, during his absence, Mimori would silently wonder if Ryuho even knew that he had a child. He had left in a hurry after all and he never so much as stopped to visit them.
The little girl's crimson eyes shined brightly, much like her father's did in his youth. In them, Mimori could see that she harbored no ill will for the father that was never really there and wanted nothing more than to see him. The former Kiryu heiress reached down and caressed her daughter's face, wiping some dirt off her cheek as well. She'd obviously been playing with Tachibana's son again. The two reminded her of a younger version of herself and Ryuho. After all, Tachibana's child had hair similar in color to Ryuho's, not that that meant anything...
"You have your father's eyes." Mimori stated half to herself and half to her daughter.
"But I have your hair, Mommy!" The girl exclaimed, taking this chance to twirl around in her blue dress and swish her long raven hair around the room.
The woman couldn't help but laugh at her daughter's playful antics. That fact was definitely true. She received her eyes and her ambition from her father. From her mother, she received her long, black hair and her abundance of curiosity for science and medicine, vowing some day that she'd be a great doctor much like her mother.
"Alright now. You go get washed up," her mother commanded. "You want to look your best for your father, don't you?"
The young girl nodded vigorously, kissed her mother delicately on the cheek, and scuttled into the bathroom to wash up.
Mimori sighed contently, standing to look out the window at the vast, gaping holes situated in the backyard. Holes that could only have been created from the uncontrollable use of what this world referred to as alter power.
Her eyes and ambition were not the only things she received from her father.
~FIN/TBC?
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