Imagine by kittylain

Chapter 1

She was four when she first conjured the quiet silver haired boy dressed in a kimono of nearly all white, it was on the night she learned her father had passed away.She also clearly remembered the oddly luminescent golden eyes staring at her through the boughs of the Goshinboku, questioning her in his soft manner as to why she smelled of so much sadness.

Her father’s funeral had come and gone and she felt numb. Remaining huddled at the roots of the Goshinboku she softly hummed the lullaby that her father always sang to her, taking solace in her quiet companion’s presence. She suddenly stopped her humming and questioned, “Do you think my papa misses me? Grandfather says he’s with the kami but I wish he was with me and mama.” Several moments passed before she heard a soft hnn filter to her ears. Smiling slightly she resumed her humming.