The Date
Title: The Date
Fandom: Inuyasha
Character/Pairing: Grandpa Higurashi
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Notes: Originally written for Inuyasha Issekiwa's "Anniversary" theme.
The Date
A strong scent of cologne preceded him into the room. "How do I look?"
Souta looked up from his schoolwork and blinked. Grandpa was wearing a suit. Not only that, but his hair was damp and slicked back against his skull, his mustache carefully trimmed. Oh. Was it that time already?
"Here." Mama gestured Grandpa nearer. Smiling fondly, she leaned forward to tuck a red chrysanthemum through his buttonhole, nodding at the result. "Very handsome," she said, smoothing down his lapel.
"Then I'll be going. Wouldn't want to be late." He nodded to Mama and to Souta, then proceeded to the door and slipped on his shoes.
Through the window, Souta saw Grandpa cross the yard and take a seat beneath the Goshinboku. It didn't make much sense to him that Grandpa should get all dressed up just to sit on a bench, but he'd done it every year for almost as long as Souta could remember. Propping his chin on his hand, Souta gave a small sigh.
"Mama," he began, "I really don't remember Grandma at all."
Mama wrapped her arm around his shoulder and gave him a little hug. "That's all right, dear. Grandpa remembers her for you."
Fandom: Inuyasha
Character/Pairing: Grandpa Higurashi
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Notes: Originally written for Inuyasha Issekiwa's "Anniversary" theme.
The Date
A strong scent of cologne preceded him into the room. "How do I look?"
Souta looked up from his schoolwork and blinked. Grandpa was wearing a suit. Not only that, but his hair was damp and slicked back against his skull, his mustache carefully trimmed. Oh. Was it that time already?
"Here." Mama gestured Grandpa nearer. Smiling fondly, she leaned forward to tuck a red chrysanthemum through his buttonhole, nodding at the result. "Very handsome," she said, smoothing down his lapel.
"Then I'll be going. Wouldn't want to be late." He nodded to Mama and to Souta, then proceeded to the door and slipped on his shoes.
Through the window, Souta saw Grandpa cross the yard and take a seat beneath the Goshinboku. It didn't make much sense to him that Grandpa should get all dressed up just to sit on a bench, but he'd done it every year for almost as long as Souta could remember. Propping his chin on his hand, Souta gave a small sigh.
"Mama," he began, "I really don't remember Grandma at all."
Mama wrapped her arm around his shoulder and gave him a little hug. "That's all right, dear. Grandpa remembers her for you."