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[July 12th] [Honey and Clover] For Another
Title: For Another
Day/Theme: July 12th, …For a different sort of man.
Series: Honey and Clover
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Morita/Hagu (with mentions of Takemoto and Shuuji)
Notes: Set somewhere after the series. This was painful to write, for many different reasons. ^^;
Hagu sees her future in two ways.
She does not see herself staying forever with Shuu-chan; sometimes she tries to convince herself that it could be so, and paints him on canvas to trap his soul within its colors, but she knows that he would fade away someday. He is ephemeral, as everything else.
The truth is, she sees herself leaving him, instead of the other way around. It saddens her, and yet, in a way that surprises her, knows that it is inevitable.
Then the paths of her future diverge.
She sees herself married to a man who loves her and she cares for, in the same way that she holds Shuu-chan dear. She will be looking for four-leafed clovers for him with their children (a little boy who looks like his father and a little girl who looks like her mother). Her children will grow up taller than herself, and they will all lead quiet, happy lives.
Her sculptures will lay forgotten in a corner, filled with cobwebs. Sometimes she will draw, and yet she will draw the same scenes over and over again, a never-changing landscape of tall gray buildings and deep green trees, with running children in the foreground, and a tall man with gray hair and gray eyes, smiling at her.
She will be happy.
But somehow, she is not content with such a future. For reasons she could not fully explain to anyone else, she instead prefers to see herself in another sort of future.
She sees herself waiting for a man who she feels something more than love for; for him she feels passion and fear in a mix that makes her feel dizzy and lightheaded. She cannot tell if she will be married to him; maybe if she will it would still never feel like it, in any case.
She will wait for him until the wee hours of the morning, hammering away at ten-feet long sculptures, one of them having his eyes. She will finish a multitude of paintings: one of the cherry blossom that fell on his lips after he kissed her, and another of the vast sea that will separate them whenever he will leave her to chase his dreams—but he will come back to her, always.
She will have a child with him, and there she no longer knows what will happen. Maybe he will be a good father, or maybe she will have to manage on her own. Maybe she will not be able to tell him about their child, and keep that secret hidden from him forever.
She waits for him now, while painting. She looks out into the night, and he surprises her with a tight embrace that almost chokes the life out of her. He smiles at her.
“Morita-san,” she says, and she smiles back at him, warmed by his breath on her cheeks.
And she is certain that she will be happy with him, despite everything.
Day/Theme: July 12th, …For a different sort of man.
Series: Honey and Clover
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Morita/Hagu (with mentions of Takemoto and Shuuji)
Notes: Set somewhere after the series. This was painful to write, for many different reasons. ^^;
Hagu sees her future in two ways.
She does not see herself staying forever with Shuu-chan; sometimes she tries to convince herself that it could be so, and paints him on canvas to trap his soul within its colors, but she knows that he would fade away someday. He is ephemeral, as everything else.
The truth is, she sees herself leaving him, instead of the other way around. It saddens her, and yet, in a way that surprises her, knows that it is inevitable.
Then the paths of her future diverge.
She sees herself married to a man who loves her and she cares for, in the same way that she holds Shuu-chan dear. She will be looking for four-leafed clovers for him with their children (a little boy who looks like his father and a little girl who looks like her mother). Her children will grow up taller than herself, and they will all lead quiet, happy lives.
Her sculptures will lay forgotten in a corner, filled with cobwebs. Sometimes she will draw, and yet she will draw the same scenes over and over again, a never-changing landscape of tall gray buildings and deep green trees, with running children in the foreground, and a tall man with gray hair and gray eyes, smiling at her.
She will be happy.
But somehow, she is not content with such a future. For reasons she could not fully explain to anyone else, she instead prefers to see herself in another sort of future.
She sees herself waiting for a man who she feels something more than love for; for him she feels passion and fear in a mix that makes her feel dizzy and lightheaded. She cannot tell if she will be married to him; maybe if she will it would still never feel like it, in any case.
She will wait for him until the wee hours of the morning, hammering away at ten-feet long sculptures, one of them having his eyes. She will finish a multitude of paintings: one of the cherry blossom that fell on his lips after he kissed her, and another of the vast sea that will separate them whenever he will leave her to chase his dreams—but he will come back to her, always.
She will have a child with him, and there she no longer knows what will happen. Maybe he will be a good father, or maybe she will have to manage on her own. Maybe she will not be able to tell him about their child, and keep that secret hidden from him forever.
She waits for him now, while painting. She looks out into the night, and he surprises her with a tight embrace that almost chokes the life out of her. He smiles at her.
“Morita-san,” she says, and she smiles back at him, warmed by his breath on her cheeks.
And she is certain that she will be happy with him, despite everything.