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HEAVEN , ALL HIS.

He liked this — even in limbo, in this purgatory which kept him in the womb of stasis where god or men decided his ultimate fate — it was a far better outcome than his life on Earth. He had been alone in a world surrounded by millions of souls, walking in circles. His life had been dictated by anyone except himself. In retrospect, even after he navigated down a different path with hands and feet bloodied, it was the rule of man and that of curses which drove every single one of his actions. It took the manifestation of his abilities, the abandonment of his family, the self deprecation of foul abilities taking their toll, and abandonment again for Getō Suguru to find his daughters.

All in all, the suffering had been worth it to find them, and he would have his guts dredged out by innate ability and beaten down like a vermin to find Mimiko and Nanako time, and time again. There was never a second he regretted putting an entire village to slaughter nor turning his back on a society and friends which, frankly, turned their back on him long before. He did not regret letting his rage consume his mind like a parasite nor the failed tactics leading to his death. Had life been genuinely kind and not a nightmare of forced existence, Suguru would repeat every action until he reached his daughters, and then . . then he would do everything in his power to keep the smiles on their faces until wrinkles formed on his face and his body became one with the earth.

GetōSuguru's only regret. The three of them could have gone to any other country, perhaps where the climate was always warm and tropical fruits gifted each tree. Away from the curses and the source of his madness. Ah. Although purgatory left the sorcerer plenty of time to think, feel, and regret, he did not succumb to his grief and regret for he had known love and happiness; very few people, even non-sorcerers, were fortunate to hold love in their hands. It was warm here. Warm in the sense he did not feel the air, ground, nor his physical body.

A nervous system floating on clouds . . . and then, he was not. The transition should have shocking, but Suguru was in a realm that was not of Earth and did not abide by anything human logic could explain. He had his body as he had remembered it, and while the sensation of being whole and live was returned, he was still surrounded by a cloudy warmth. The sensation of peacefully drifting from slumber to sleep, the barest luminescence of sunshine cradling face. He walked down an impossibly long corridor, past door after door. Conscious was there . . somewhat. Enough to realize what was he was doing but not enough to question his actions.

That's how it worked.

That was how heaven worked.

It just was, and creatures who crossed onto the other side moved and flowed. It could have been the last ivory door at the end of the corridor; it was for him at least. Heaven's instrument guiding him to the door where cries were heard albeit muffled from the other side. He touched the knob, turned in, and what he could only describe as life rushed into him. Colour, the five senses, emotion, and thought. The ivory door turned rich blue in hue when finger tips broke contact, and it closed behind him without a sound whereupon the seams and handle dissolved, blending into the sky. It was dark inside. Outside.

He smelled what was innately nature without a doubt; the nature anyone pent up in a smog consumed city would crave. Perfect. Untouched. The sniffling was loud then, no longer dampened by walls or dimensions of separation. Neither light nor nature emanated from the two huddled bodies as if the children were blind to the beauty around them. Chained down by their own grief. Suguru wondered how long they had been there crying . . how long his daughters had been dead. Oh, how he failed them. He should have been furious and distraught, but no such emotion quaked his heart. They were dead, yes, but they were here.

Finally, they were here with him. A smile of the purest adoration and compassion decorated his lips, and Suguru was no longer the monster people remembered him as, not even as the carefree teenager. He was radiant. A soul at peace. A soul which was utterly whole and loved. They did not hear his approach, however at his approach, a simple three metres away, the gloom surrounding them began dissolving. Light penetrated their depression, and all the flowers in the world bloomed when the crying Mimiko and Nanako raised their heads in tandem to look at their father.

── ❛ Oh, how I missed you two. ❜

Suguru's eyes formed crescents by way the power of his smile manipulated the musculature of his face. And his children bawled. They lunged forward as their father bent over to meet them half way, and the tears of overwhelming elation nurtured the blooming flowers and the malnourished deserts of the world. Papa! Otō-san! Daddy! I love you.

I love you.

I love you!

No longer was there any rage. I'm sorry I left you. No longer was there any sorrow. How they rejoiced in their love as the greenest of grasses formed beneath their feet and the sky was unmarred, streaked with the most beautiful hues of blue, pink, and orange. This was his heaven just as it was that of his daughters. No one could compare, and there was no one else he would spent eternity with.

── ❛ We're finally home. ❜

I’m so happy about your birth, aren’t you? 

*參加了plurk上的夏油傑誕生祭！

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