#aerith 01

Kokichi was just getting lectured by some old pastor. Perhaps because he decided to exchange the church whine with grape panta as a prank... Man the last sermon was so funny when they all found out. Too bad that he was now stuck here, listening to how disrespectful and whatever it was. No one had any idea about fun here it seemed. Not that he expected anything else from a literal church...

Whateves, at some point, the supreme leader just had enough of the complaints from the old man. While walking away in the middle of the scolding, he walked into a woman that seemed to still be busy praying here. Was she also here when the pastor tried the soda instead of wine before...?

The moment he heard about this place, Watanuki knew it would take no effort to find himself there.

Though the sky above was dark, the candles which illuminated the lake shone bright enough for anyone to see; almost outshining the soft light emitted by the stars. Dozens of people stood next to the surface of the water; quietly placing their blessings to send off to those that had been taken away, who they had not been able to say goodbye to. At first, Watanuki thought this ceremony would allow him to send what he felt towards those he had left behind at home; those who lived with him at the shop, those who visited, and.. one, who he desperately wished to see, each moment he spent walking upon this earth. Not once did he expect that he would join the crowds in losing someone from Spirale, someone who meant more to him than he could ever put into words.

Someone that he was unable to spend enough time with, no matter how much he wished for it to be the opposite.

“.. Syaoran.”

The name was whispered against his lips as Watanuki sat alone by the water’s edge; unable to help the sad expression which sat upon his features. In his hands sat a small, soft flame; nestled in a boat which would carry it along with all of the others floating before him. The moment he would set it down upon the gentle surface, he would be sending off what he longed for Syaoran to know-- how much Watanuki missed him, how much he wished they could have met somewhere better than here.. and that once more they would meet again, in a place where they could both be happy. The shopkeeper didn’t know when this would happen, or if it even could-- but there was never a moment in his life where he didn’t wish for it to be so. If he could have only done more to see his other self, to make sure he had left alright..

But the moment more thoughts began to seep in, soft steps against the grass behind him came to Watanuki’s ears; causing mismatched eyes to blink away from their place of focus. It seemed someone else had come to this spot for the very same reason he was there; and although the candle still had not been set off on it’s journey, Watanuki wasn’t one to be uninviting in a place of remembering.