SMMFC: 4/5 - Ignorance for Ordinary
Title: Ignorance for Ordinary
Rating: G
Theme: Keeping Secrets
Genre: General, Drama
Summary: The three women ignore the truth of Hotaru's future.
Setsuna coarsely chopped the carrots for that evening's curry pretending to ignore the uneven edges and sizes. Haruka would point it out to her later, a woman who has experienced hundreds of years can't figure out how to properly command a kitchen knife. Michiru would comment that if perhaps Haruka spent less time playing cars with Hotaru, their darling daughter, emphasis on daughter, she could have prepared dinner. Haruka would pout, pushing her rice around her plate mumbling about unfun scoldings, and Hotaru would imitate her with her childlike charm.
Emphasis on childlike.
Setsuna sighed, picking up the cutting board and pushing the carrots into the awaiting pot, listing to the steady plop of her labor. Hotaru had been a healthy baby only a few days ago, the three women had tucked the baby away in her plush crib, softly singing the hymn of their forgotten kingdom. Though they gave up their duties to raise Hotaru as an ordinary child, Haruka argued the song to be harmless while Michiru and Setsuna only half heartedly disagreed. Haruka believed herself to be triumphant their first night, and Michiru advised Setsuna to humor the poor blonde, all the while not realizing Haruka had plucked Hotaru from her crib to waltz.
Michiru had scolded Haruka that night, the blonde woman sheepishly placed their daughter back into bed and allowed Michiru to drag her by the wrist out of the nursery. Setsuna smiled and whispered a small notion of gratitude towards the dosing babe before turning off the jumbled pink rabbit lamp.
This morning they awoke to a steady stream of semi-coherent chatter emitting from the bedside radios. Horror registered first on Setsuna's mind as she raced down the hallway after Haruka and Michiru, relief that Hotaru was alone, and finally shock after realizing Hotaru was much too big for the floral pajamas that had fit her loosely the night before.
Haruka stepped across the nursery and held the several month aged Hotaru in her arms. Neither woman dared to look at each other as they departed to the kitchen, continuing on like most mornings since they had moved in.
***
Michiru sat on the pale sand, Hotaru placed between her legs happily pushing the grains into piles. Michiru's sea colored eyes vibrated with the roaring of her element against beach. The tides churned against each other creating a froth that crept closer to her exposed toes with the passing of time. She grimaced as she studied the waves, pulling Hotaru closer to her figure.
***
Haruka clutched the rim of the steering wheel, the leather slipping between her white knuckles as the yellow convertible eased around the corner. The wind whipped behind the windshield flinging her blonde hair into the sky. Haruka sighed, staring out into the horizon colored to match her cloudy eyes. She swallowed the rising fear in her stomach and shifted gears.
***
Setsuna peeked into the time stream, the Garnet Rod heavy in her hands. The future laid before her in a stream of milky white as she searched for what she feared, hesitation shaking in her tan fingers. Hotaru's childhood played out before her, mingled with the future of her own life and the two women who vowed to remain beside her. Setsuna turned away, her eyes darkening a deep crimson as she washed the future away with a wave of her hand.
"I won't tell them, it's better off this way." She tucked the Garnet Rod away and teleported from the Time Space Door.
Rating: G
Theme: Keeping Secrets
Genre: General, Drama
Summary: The three women ignore the truth of Hotaru's future.
Setsuna coarsely chopped the carrots for that evening's curry pretending to ignore the uneven edges and sizes. Haruka would point it out to her later, a woman who has experienced hundreds of years can't figure out how to properly command a kitchen knife. Michiru would comment that if perhaps Haruka spent less time playing cars with Hotaru, their darling daughter, emphasis on daughter, she could have prepared dinner. Haruka would pout, pushing her rice around her plate mumbling about unfun scoldings, and Hotaru would imitate her with her childlike charm.
Emphasis on childlike.
Setsuna sighed, picking up the cutting board and pushing the carrots into the awaiting pot, listing to the steady plop of her labor. Hotaru had been a healthy baby only a few days ago, the three women had tucked the baby away in her plush crib, softly singing the hymn of their forgotten kingdom. Though they gave up their duties to raise Hotaru as an ordinary child, Haruka argued the song to be harmless while Michiru and Setsuna only half heartedly disagreed. Haruka believed herself to be triumphant their first night, and Michiru advised Setsuna to humor the poor blonde, all the while not realizing Haruka had plucked Hotaru from her crib to waltz.
Michiru had scolded Haruka that night, the blonde woman sheepishly placed their daughter back into bed and allowed Michiru to drag her by the wrist out of the nursery. Setsuna smiled and whispered a small notion of gratitude towards the dosing babe before turning off the jumbled pink rabbit lamp.
This morning they awoke to a steady stream of semi-coherent chatter emitting from the bedside radios. Horror registered first on Setsuna's mind as she raced down the hallway after Haruka and Michiru, relief that Hotaru was alone, and finally shock after realizing Hotaru was much too big for the floral pajamas that had fit her loosely the night before.
Haruka stepped across the nursery and held the several month aged Hotaru in her arms. Neither woman dared to look at each other as they departed to the kitchen, continuing on like most mornings since they had moved in.
***
Michiru sat on the pale sand, Hotaru placed between her legs happily pushing the grains into piles. Michiru's sea colored eyes vibrated with the roaring of her element against beach. The tides churned against each other creating a froth that crept closer to her exposed toes with the passing of time. She grimaced as she studied the waves, pulling Hotaru closer to her figure.
***
Haruka clutched the rim of the steering wheel, the leather slipping between her white knuckles as the yellow convertible eased around the corner. The wind whipped behind the windshield flinging her blonde hair into the sky. Haruka sighed, staring out into the horizon colored to match her cloudy eyes. She swallowed the rising fear in her stomach and shifted gears.
***
Setsuna peeked into the time stream, the Garnet Rod heavy in her hands. The future laid before her in a stream of milky white as she searched for what she feared, hesitation shaking in her tan fingers. Hotaru's childhood played out before her, mingled with the future of her own life and the two women who vowed to remain beside her. Setsuna turned away, her eyes darkening a deep crimson as she washed the future away with a wave of her hand.
"I won't tell them, it's better off this way." She tucked the Garnet Rod away and teleported from the Time Space Door.