fic [Bokurano] Those Left Behind: Naughty Naughty
Title: Those Left Behind: Naughty Naughty
Day/Theme: Aug 12 Naughty Naughty
Series: Bokurano
Character/Pairing: Nakarai Mako, Miko, Oda
Rating: PG
Notes: for 31_days. spoilers for Nakama chapters.
Archive: LJ | ffnet
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"I was only trying to be a good girl on the outside.
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Nakarai Miko ran into the neighborhood gossipers during recycling day, or rather, they ran into her while she was picking up cans.
"What's wrong with you? Can't you do anything right? You disgraceful thing!" She heard Oda yell, probably at her daughter. "How dare you hang out with that boy again! Haven't you embarrassed me enough?"
A slap resounded through the air.
Oda's daughter held her left cheek, her eyes full of hurt.
Miko saw Oda raise her hand again. She calmly stepped in to block her.
"Do you make it a habit to hit people?" she asked, her eyebrows raised. She pushed Oda's hand away.
"Nakarai-san!" exclaimed Oda, her face flushed.
"What, no insults for me today?" commented Miko. She jerked her head at Oda's daughter. "What's the harm of a little naughtiness? Let her live her life the way she wants to."
Oda stuck her nose in the air. "I don't need you to tell me how to raise my daughter!"
"Come, let's go." Oda pulled her daughter's hand, leading her away.
At the corner of the block, Oda's daughter slipped her hand out of her mother's hand and ran back to where Miko stood. Her mother screamed after her to get back, but the daughter paid no mind.
"Um, Nakarai-san," spoke the daughter, pausing to catch her breath. "I wanted to thank your daughter for saving my life. I...wasn't worth it."
She bowed low. "Thanks."
Miko smiled. "I meant what I said to your mother. A little naughtiness doesn't hurt."
The girl smiled in return. "I can see why Nakarai, um Mako, always defended you. You must be a wonderful mother."
"Thank you for your kind words, Oda-san."
The girl fiddled with the hem of the dress, her eyes darting around in nervousness, unwilling to meet Miko's. She looked like she had more she wanted to say.
Miko waited calmly. The girl in front of her was so young. Her daughter had been the same.
"I saw something that day," the girl finally said, her clear eyes focusing on Miko's. "When Mako saved me, I was teleported into this...this cockpit. There's no other word to describe it."
It had only been for the briefest second, but Oda had seen inside Zearth's cockpit. It was the only thing she could share with Miko, the only thing left that could let Miko understand her daughter just a bit more.
Sometimes, Miko wished her daughter wasn't so understanding. Sometimes, Miko wished her daughter would whine to her and complain to her and appeal to her for help. But Mako was Mako, and Miko loved her for her quiet strength.
Miko patted the girl on the shoulder. She wanted to tell the girl to live on, to treasure her life, to be a little naughty, to get along with her mother...but it was too hard to speak.
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the end
Day/Theme: Aug 12 Naughty Naughty
Series: Bokurano
Character/Pairing: Nakarai Mako, Miko, Oda
Rating: PG
Notes: for 31_days. spoilers for Nakama chapters.
Archive: LJ | ffnet
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"I was only trying to be a good girl on the outside.
-----
Nakarai Miko ran into the neighborhood gossipers during recycling day, or rather, they ran into her while she was picking up cans.
"What's wrong with you? Can't you do anything right? You disgraceful thing!" She heard Oda yell, probably at her daughter. "How dare you hang out with that boy again! Haven't you embarrassed me enough?"
A slap resounded through the air.
Oda's daughter held her left cheek, her eyes full of hurt.
Miko saw Oda raise her hand again. She calmly stepped in to block her.
"Do you make it a habit to hit people?" she asked, her eyebrows raised. She pushed Oda's hand away.
"Nakarai-san!" exclaimed Oda, her face flushed.
"What, no insults for me today?" commented Miko. She jerked her head at Oda's daughter. "What's the harm of a little naughtiness? Let her live her life the way she wants to."
Oda stuck her nose in the air. "I don't need you to tell me how to raise my daughter!"
"Come, let's go." Oda pulled her daughter's hand, leading her away.
At the corner of the block, Oda's daughter slipped her hand out of her mother's hand and ran back to where Miko stood. Her mother screamed after her to get back, but the daughter paid no mind.
"Um, Nakarai-san," spoke the daughter, pausing to catch her breath. "I wanted to thank your daughter for saving my life. I...wasn't worth it."
She bowed low. "Thanks."
Miko smiled. "I meant what I said to your mother. A little naughtiness doesn't hurt."
The girl smiled in return. "I can see why Nakarai, um Mako, always defended you. You must be a wonderful mother."
"Thank you for your kind words, Oda-san."
The girl fiddled with the hem of the dress, her eyes darting around in nervousness, unwilling to meet Miko's. She looked like she had more she wanted to say.
Miko waited calmly. The girl in front of her was so young. Her daughter had been the same.
"I saw something that day," the girl finally said, her clear eyes focusing on Miko's. "When Mako saved me, I was teleported into this...this cockpit. There's no other word to describe it."
It had only been for the briefest second, but Oda had seen inside Zearth's cockpit. It was the only thing she could share with Miko, the only thing left that could let Miko understand her daughter just a bit more.
Sometimes, Miko wished her daughter wasn't so understanding. Sometimes, Miko wished her daughter would whine to her and complain to her and appeal to her for help. But Mako was Mako, and Miko loved her for her quiet strength.
Miko patted the girl on the shoulder. She wanted to tell the girl to live on, to treasure her life, to be a little naughty, to get along with her mother...but it was too hard to speak.
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the end