Watanuki looked up from brushing the stone path outside Yuuko's shop; it was autumn and though the trees looked beautiful with golden leaves, they had also started to fall and accumulate in drifts. He could clear the lawn later, but he at least wanted the path to be clear for customers. He thought he'd heard something outside, but there were people passing. He reached the end of the path, and stepped out side of the gates to look back at his work, feeling satisfied at a job well done.
He stretched his arms up, sighing as his back protested slightly. Something caught his eye, and he blinked, pausing mid-stretch to look at the young girl balled up by the fence... or Yuuko's kekkai barrier for the shop.
...She looked like she needed help. Watanuki's face softened, and he walked over, crouching down beside the girl, not too close, but close enough.
Fate looked up, aware of the person's closeness but not really caring- after all, what this person wanted to do was their own business, and she- didn't care. It didn't matter. It wouldn't change things. It wouldn't change that her mother was long dead, that she was the only surviving Testarossa girl, that she had failed her mother so utterly and completely that there was not more chance for her to even delude herself. She could never be redeemed in her beloved mother's eyes, never again see her smile, never again get a chance to even fight to be near her. In a very real sense, Precia had taken everything Fate had been when she had died- all of the life and determination and will Fate had brought to her schoolwork was gone, any will to take action that would impact beyond the moment completely gone
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"Hey." Watanuki's voice was a little bit louder, a little bit more concerned. "Miss?"
Hesitatnly, he reached out with a hand to touch her shoulder lightly, hand resting for a brief moment before he drew it away. His brow was slightly furrowed as he looked over the young girl. She reminded him so much of Kohane-chan; that same quiet despeartion, but magnified.
Fate looked up, reddish eyes blank, bleak. He was talking to her, touching her. ...Asking her if she was okay. She didn't understand, and she didn't quite- she couldn't bring herself to care that she was being rude, she could only bring herself to give a minimal care about him. Her eyes rolled back as exhaustion finally dragged her under, refusing to be denied any further.
At least in her dreams, sometimes, she could see her mother, even if she would have preferred good ones, happy ones- to at least hear that voice again, see that face...
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He stretched his arms up, sighing as his back protested slightly. Something caught his eye, and he blinked, pausing mid-stretch to look at the young girl balled up by the fence... or Yuuko's kekkai barrier for the shop.
...She looked like she needed help. Watanuki's face softened, and he walked over, crouching down beside the girl, not too close, but close enough.
"Hi there," he said. "Are you okay?"
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Hesitatnly, he reached out with a hand to touch her shoulder lightly, hand resting for a brief moment before he drew it away. His brow was slightly furrowed as he looked over the young girl. She reminded him so much of Kohane-chan; that same quiet despeartion, but magnified.
"Miss, are you alright?"
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At least in her dreams, sometimes, she could see her mother, even if she would have preferred good ones, happy ones- to at least hear that voice again, see that face...
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