Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Gossamer Memories ❯ Chapter 1

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Akihana can barely remember her Okaasan. No matter how long she concentrates, the only way she can see her Okaasan's face is frozen in photographs.

/Kaasan's hand, with it's nails bitten off short, holds her own hand over her Kaasan's stomach. "You're going to have a baby sister." Gazing at the bump with wide, wide eyes. "A baby?" A vague blur of short red hair. Kaasan smiles./

She's sure this is a true memory, because her Tousan doesn't like to talk about the baby. Mentioning Okaasan or the baby brings back that sad look.

/Baasan had come to stay a few days ago, and now Akihana woke up in the night to see her parents leaving. Baasan picks her up and tells her "Your parents are going to get the baby. Your Tousan will tell us when the baby comes, and Kaasan will be home in a few days." Akihana cuddles close to her Baasan, who has the same dark, dark hair and eyes she does, and she believes Baasan when she says this and allows herself to be tucked back into bed. When she wakes up the next morning Baasan is packing Akihana's small suitcase and her eyes are red from crying. "Are we going to see Kaasan?" Baasan wipes a hand across her eyes. "No Akihana, you'll have to stay with me for a while. Your Otousan can't..." Grandma turns away and continues packing the tiny pink suitcase. "When will we get to see Kaasan?"/

She can't remember the funeral, though Miyako tells her she was there. She does remember Tousan's pale face, and the way he had to be led about, almost in a trance. She lived with Baasan for three months after her Okaasan died.

/In grade school she punched a boy when he said he hated his Kaasan. When Tousan asked her why, she wouldn't answer him and stared at the floor. Later she told Miyako, who understood and rocked her without saying a word./

Akihana knows she's supposed to hate Miyako, at least a little. The movies she's seen tell her she's supposed to hate the woman who tries to replace her Okaasan. She doesn't think the people who make the movies have ever seen anyone as sad as her Tousan was. If they had, the stupid children on TV would be grateful to the woman who could make their Tousan happy again.