Theme: Stages of Change - Acceptance
Pairing: Daidouji Sonomi/Kinomoto Fujitaka, CCS
The bouquet she laid on Nadeshiko’s grave was made of peach and cherry blossoms. Part of her argued that she should have done something different that year, something a little less obvious, but her cousin had always loved those flowers so she stayed with her old standby.
“There are days when it seems like just yesterday she was laughing and smiling, playing with Touya and Sakura in the park,” Sonomi said softly. Fujitaka didn’t reply, but simply swallowed. She knew he was close to tears; he always was when he visited his late wife’s grave. It was at those times that Sonomi could really tell just how much Nadeshiko had meant to him.
They left together, her smaller hand enveloped him his large one as they walked side by side back to his car. The drive back to her house was silent; the radio remained off allowing the Sonomi’s mind to wander with the continuous slap of rubber on pavement. She only realized they had stopped when her door opened and Fujitaka extended his hand inside to help her out. Hastily, she undid her seatbelt and took the proffered hand.
She remained where she was standing for a few moments, enjoying the moment. Their hands remained clasped between them, sandwiched between their chests. Neither made a sound as their eyes remained locked on each other’s. It was in that moment that Sonomi did the stupidest thing in her life.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, and kissed him gently on the lips.
The kiss was brief but warm, sweet, and undemanding. When she broke away, she found herself staring into very wide, very surprised eyes made only that much bigger by the glasses perched on his nose.
“I-I-I’m sorry,” she responded immediately, dropping his hand and taking a step back, looking at the suddenly fascinating pavement. She could feel her face heating up and she knew she was blushing. “I shouldn’t have… I mean, I… I’ll just go now.” Sonomi turned to go inside when she was stopped by a hand on her arm.
“What do you have to be sorry for?” Fujitaka asked, recovering and smiling gently.
“For kissing you, for even considering that I should kiss you, for…” she paused, looking up at him for the first time since the kiss. “For ever daring to love the man I once hated, who still loves his wife as much as I always have.”
“You know, I’ve heard you say many strange things over the years, some nice and some not quite so, but that, Daidouji Sonomi, has got to be the silliest thing I’ve ever heard come out of you mouth.”
It took a moment for her to realize what he’d just said. When his acceptance finally clicked, Sonomi couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across her face. It had taken her decades, but finally she had some idea what her cousin had seen in the man who was, at the moment, kissing her softly in the middle of her driveway.