Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Our Fathers ❯ Chapter 3

Here we go with another one. This one will be harder because it's on a certain character that's hard to get into. Still I hope you like!

Chapter 3

A boy walked up and placed a hand on an ebony casket before walking to the alter and looking at the group below.

*I remember daddy's hands folded silently in prayer

And reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare

You could read quite a story in the calluses and lines

Years of work and worry had left their mark behind*

"My father wasn't the nicest person in the world but I know he was the greatest. He showed emotions to me that he would never show anyone else. He held me when I had bad dreams and he worked hard to protect me and make sure I had what I wanted. I love him for that.

*I remember daddy's hands how they held my momma tight

And patted my back for something done right

There are things that I've forgotten that I loved about the man

But I'll always remember the love in daddy's hands*

I have forgotten a lot about my father but I always remember the tenderness I felt in his rough hands and how he taught me how to fight. He was harsh to me but when he corrected a mistake I made his hands didn't feel hard. They felt soft and gentle. That's how I always remember him.

*Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'

Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong

Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand

There was always love in daddy's hands*

People never understood my father but the one's who did earned his respect and allegiance. They had become friends and family. Father had hard hands for enemies and soft ones for friends. He was hard to figure out but the ones who did felt it in his hands.

*I remember daddy's hands working till they bled

Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed

If I could do things over, I'd live my life again

And never take for granted the love in daddy's hands*

When I was little I remembered bandaging my father's hands after he got hurt. I was always careful because I was afraid I would damage them further but he told me to never take him for granted, that he let his hands bleed for me. I wish I could live my life again to be with him. But I can't so I'll just remember him.

*Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin'

Daddy's hands were hard as steel when I'd done wrong

Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand

There was always love in daddy's hands*

I will always remember my father's hands and my father, Jaganshi Hiei."

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I told you it was hard but I like it. Review please!