So Misako...
I came across a post about Misako on here and how she’s misunderstood, and it reminded me of my one shot “Suffering”. When I wrote it it kinda helped me start to understand her a little more... but anyway, thought I’d share! Tis’ very short, but here it is... (those following me on FanFiction will probably have already seen this)
Suffering
Misako knew what suffering looked like.
She could see it in his bright green eyes as she turned and walked away, desperately trying to block out his confused cries, becoming louder and more demanding the further she walked from him. Until eventually it was just a whisper, filled with hurt and pain. And suffering.
She also knew what it sounded like. The suffering.
The crying she could hear as she got into her car and started the engine, catching a fleeting glimpse in the mirror of her boy's beautiful green eyes following her before he was roughly bundled through the door of the school by the headmaster, the door slamming shut as she felt his final, silent cry.
Those same eyes who had looked up into hers as he had been bundled into her exhausted arms after hours of labour, her first glimpse of his crying little pink body after his birth, all long, gangly limbs splayed out as he was lifted into her open arms, imprinted into her mind, never to be erased, along with the time that he had entered this world: 17.07. His crying stopping as she had held him, hugging him tightly, looking into those wide, innocent blue eyes which blinked back at her as she cradled him. Those same eyes which had blinked tears away now as she had turned from him, the bright baby blues being replaced by his own, luminescent green by around the age of six months. Garmy had proudly wrapped an arm around them both as they had become a family.
A family now broken by the suffering.
She looked into the mirror, blinking her own tears away as she looked at the haunted vision of the woman she had thought she was, suddenly aged beyond her years, lines of worry, pain and frustration etching her face. She reached for the door handle and opened the door, one foot out and touching the solid ground of the Darkley's driveway.
But she stopped. She could not.
She must not.
This is how it had to be.
As much as it hurt her, and her beloved son. This was the only way to save them all.
She pulled her foot back in and quickly, resolutely slammed the door shut, not daring to look back as she started the ignition and swung the car quickly out of the gates, gravel and dust clouding up behind her from under the car's wheels.
She made it to the Ninjago City outer ringway before her hardened expression finally broke, and she had to pull over as the tears wreaked over her body, deep shuddering tears of remorse and regret.
And her old friend, suffering.
