31_days | [April 3] [Gokusen] My Girl

Title: My Girl
Day/Theme: beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl
Series: Gokusen
Character/Pairing: Yamaguchi Kumiko, Kuroda Ryuuichiro
Rating: G

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There were days when Ryuuichirou would look at Kumiko and he would see his little Yuriko. It was in the way she laughed or sometimes sat out on the veranda, eyes on the sky and mind so very far away. Yuriko had been a quiet girl, prone to deep thinking. She had been a very bright girl, and in that way Kumiko resembled her, too.

Then Kumiko would roar and charge ahead, hair swinging and eyes shinning with a ferocity that brought to mind Kyouko, and the fierceness which, which she had lived her life despite her own body's continuous betrayal. He would watch as Kumiko berated the young kumi members for their recklessness and bond with them over sake; and he would think that Kyouko would have been proud.

Of course, Kumiko had a knack for reminding that no matter how she could resemble either Kyouko or Yuriko—she was her own person.

“Grandpa~a!”

“What?”

“Grandpa~a!”

Ryuuichirou sighed. “If that didn't work when you were eight, then what makes you think it'll work now.”

Kumiko rolled onto her back and poked him with her foot. “No one wants to fight me.”

“For good reason,” Ryuuichirou muttered. He cleared his throat when she nudged him harder. “What do you want me to do, then? I can't order them to get their asses handed to them.”

She pouted up at the ceiling. “You could. You just don't want to.” He rolled his eyes at her petulant tone.

She suddenly sat up and beamed at him. She looked demented. Ryuuichirou was instantly suspicious. “I have a great idea. You could fight me.”

Ryuuichirou almost choked on his own tongue. “What the...!”

She jumped to her feet. There was an unholy light in her eyes. Sh was rearing to go. “Yes! Let's spar. Just like we used to.”

Yeah, back when she was ten and Ryuuichirou wasn't such an old fart. “Kumiko...”

“Nope. I'm not taking a no for an answer,” she interrupted. “Your men have failed you so now you have to pick up their slack.

“I'll meet you in the dojo in ten minutes. Don't be late.”

He watched her walk away with a spring in her step. Just his shitty luck...

“Damn you, Kyou-san.”