Another little ficlet
Hey, I finally posted this. Yay. Must sleep now ...
Rating: G
Genre: General
Spoilers: none
Written for this challenge by naruke_chan on anichallenge.
Little Fox
Sometimes her father would tell her a story. It would always be late at night, after he'd returned home. She was usually asleep when he'd peek into her room, but sometimes she couldn't sleep, so she'd wait and wait and wait and wonder if morning would come before her father did or if her father would ever come back at all.
But he'd always come, and he'd always peek through the door, and if she were still awake he'd always open the door and come in, and he'd always tell her a story.
Sometimes the story would be exciting. It might be about a test, a really big test, with lots of fighting and new friends and strange people. Sometimes the story would be scary, with giant snakes attacking a village and tearing down buildings and chasing everyone away. Sometimes the story would be pretty, like the one about the girl and her friend who loved flowers. And sometimes the story would be sad, with unhappy orphans and what it means to lose a friend. But it would always be a good story, and she would always laugh or cry or just think about it for long after her father had forgotten which story he'd even told her.
Sometimes her father would sing to her. He didn't sing very often, but when he did, it would be late at night, after she'd wait and he'd come and peek in and tell a story. On those nights maybe the story would be a little too sad, or too scary, or she'd want to hear more and couldn't she go to bed now sweetheart, Daddy is so-o-o-o tired. On those nights she'd snuggle under the covers and listen to her father's gentle voice as it curls around her and lulls her to sleep.
He always sings the same song. She knows that he knows different songs, too, because she's heard him singing them, but he never sings anything else late at night in her room.
Run away
Little fox
Run away fast
The hunters come in search of you.
Scamper now
Little fox
Scamper away
Hear the bay of the hunting hounds.
Once, she wonders how her father knows so many stories. He is a busy man, at least according to Iruka-jisan, so she thinks that he wouldn't have had time to learn so many stories. She asks him one night, if his father had told him stories when he was small. He laughs, and ruffles her hair in that way she hates. She is annoyed, but lets him do it just this once because she is confused and a little scared by the strange emotions that flicker in his eyes.
She never asks him about it again.
But she still listens to his stories.
(the story begins when the reading ends)
-jisan: Grandfather, or old man.
The writing style I've used is strange, I know. However, I think that writing this fic in the same way that a little girl talks was important for me, so that I could really get into the character.
The lyrics in the story are from a song/poem/whatever by Mierle O'Flannery.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Spoilers: none
Written for this challenge by naruke_chan on anichallenge.
Little Fox
Sometimes her father would tell her a story. It would always be late at night, after he'd returned home. She was usually asleep when he'd peek into her room, but sometimes she couldn't sleep, so she'd wait and wait and wait and wonder if morning would come before her father did or if her father would ever come back at all.
But he'd always come, and he'd always peek through the door, and if she were still awake he'd always open the door and come in, and he'd always tell her a story.
Sometimes the story would be exciting. It might be about a test, a really big test, with lots of fighting and new friends and strange people. Sometimes the story would be scary, with giant snakes attacking a village and tearing down buildings and chasing everyone away. Sometimes the story would be pretty, like the one about the girl and her friend who loved flowers. And sometimes the story would be sad, with unhappy orphans and what it means to lose a friend. But it would always be a good story, and she would always laugh or cry or just think about it for long after her father had forgotten which story he'd even told her.
Sometimes her father would sing to her. He didn't sing very often, but when he did, it would be late at night, after she'd wait and he'd come and peek in and tell a story. On those nights maybe the story would be a little too sad, or too scary, or she'd want to hear more and couldn't she go to bed now sweetheart, Daddy is so-o-o-o tired. On those nights she'd snuggle under the covers and listen to her father's gentle voice as it curls around her and lulls her to sleep.
He always sings the same song. She knows that he knows different songs, too, because she's heard him singing them, but he never sings anything else late at night in her room.
Run away
Little fox
Run away fast
The hunters come in search of you.
Scamper now
Little fox
Scamper away
Hear the bay of the hunting hounds.
Once, she wonders how her father knows so many stories. He is a busy man, at least according to Iruka-jisan, so she thinks that he wouldn't have had time to learn so many stories. She asks him one night, if his father had told him stories when he was small. He laughs, and ruffles her hair in that way she hates. She is annoyed, but lets him do it just this once because she is confused and a little scared by the strange emotions that flicker in his eyes.
She never asks him about it again.
But she still listens to his stories.
(the story begins when the reading ends)
-jisan: Grandfather, or old man.
The writing style I've used is strange, I know. However, I think that writing this fic in the same way that a little girl talks was important for me, so that I could really get into the character.
The lyrics in the story are from a song/poem/whatever by Mierle O'Flannery.