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The Silent Father
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2020-11-15 09:20:28“Well, it looks like I owe you one.” The old man replies. “But not here.” Ichigo says. She walks him slowly to her extra room. “Well, little girl, I could say you’ve got yourself in a huge pickle here. If the Lombardi are after you, something important must be within you.” He says smiling. “How could you smile in a time like this?” she says worriedly. “I may be an old man, but physically, I still stand tall.” As they enter the dorm room, he sits down on the other bed. “Foolish little girl, if you think you can find answers from me, you are sorely mistaken. You will simply find more questions.” The old man says. Ichigo sits down next to him. “Who do you think Miss. M is?” she asks. “You should ask yourself that question.” He smiles. “But how do I know who that Miss. M is?” she asks tentatively. ”It’s up to you to discover, little girl.” The old man replies. “All I wanted was for Peter to pay attention to me!” she stands up and walks around the room, resting her chin on her hand. Her little fingers brushing on it slightly. “You just want attention? Or do you want something more from him?” the old man asks. “Well, no! I just…” she looks away, blushing. “Well, I’m going home.” Mr. Rustico smiles as he stands up. He walks to the door, opening it slightly. “I’m leaving to patch up my wound. Take care little girl.” He smiles as he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. She slowly sits down on her bed. Closing the lights, she looks out the window, seeing a flying raven. It’s black figure, flying into the sunset. ‘Oh God of the moon, watch over me.’ She closes her eyes and exhales. “Fuck this.” She groans as she stands up. The sun rises from the mist the as the next day begins. It is the weekends so leaving the school is allowed for dorm users. ‘Maybe I need to go back home to the Yamanaka walled village.’ She stands up to get ready for the long walk back to her family. She walks out of her room, locking it behind her. Ichigo walks down the hall to the lobby, where the one armed Mr. Rustico sits on his comfy chair. “Good morning Mr. Rustico!” she greets the old man. He simply smiles back at her. ‘Well, this is it. It’s time for me to meet my parents, again.’ She closes her eyes, pinching her temple. She walks out the dorm building, across the wet grass of the open field. The morning sun shines down on her as she passes students running about, minding their own business. ‘What did Mr. Rustico mean about something important? I’m not important at all. I do not believe I’m important. I was never important.’ She thinks to herself, laughing a little. She reaches the front gate. Exiting this school is like experiencing a heavenly feeling. Walking down the street, she could see the different colors of the great port city of Ishapolis. Noodle stands litter the sidewalk, and merchants are up and about selling their wares. The city is bustling, even though her life isn’t. After a long walk, she reaches her home. A big wall, six feet tall, envelops a large piece of land with a few houses. And one of those houses is where she grew up. She walks along the all too familiar dirt path leading to her house in the middle of the stream. “Hey mom, dad, I’m here.” She says as she enters the house. They take a look at her, but they ignore her. ‘Well, it’s always been like this.’ She sighs. “I passed my projects.” Ichigo says, trying to strike up conversation. “So what?” her little brother smirks at her. “I won the track and field championship in my academy!” he shows off his gold medal. “You should be more like your little brother!” her mother yells at her. She looks to her father, who doesn’t say anything. “Yes, mom, I’m sorry mom.” Ichigo lowers her head. “You’re pathetic.” Her mother walks away, with her grinning little brother. Ichigo goes to her old room. It’s barren, for she’s never really owned a lot of things. Just a bed, some covers and a nightstand. She sits down on her hard bed, caressing the covers that were the only source of warmth in her childhood. She remembered when her father would sneak her out in the middle of the night to walk along the pier of Ishapolis. They overlooked massive ships, both the merchant ships and the battleships. He never spoke to her in their numerous midnight trips, but even then she knew, that her father truly loved her. She never understood why Peter was so distraught of the fact of his mother leaving, though maybe his mother was that nice to him. In the past her father would suddenly appear in her room, smiling down at her. He would hand her local delicacies. Sometimes he would give her gifts from faraway lands. She would try to speak to him, but he would never reply. He would just smile as he slowly disappeared. It was only her mother who spoke to her. And she wasn’t very nice either. She looks out of the window, looking at the free birds, flying all about. She envies the raven, the bird shows so much mystery, while being free. She slowly smiles to herself. Even if her parents are like that she loves them. They made her who she is. Ichigo stands up from her bed to sit down on her study table. The jade nightstand her father gave her is still there. She smiles. A single tear goes down her cheek. The sun slowly sinks.
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