[Fic] Growing Up Gurrier, PG-13 - Yozak w/YozCon

[poisonangel]

Title: Growing Up Gurrier
Author: poisonangel7
Characters/Pairings: Yozak with hints of Yozak/Conrad
Word Count: 315
Rating: PG-13
Any Warnings: Themes of death, Abuse of em dashes
Author's Note: Written for kkm_challenge's round 11. Prompt: Set of 10 (or more) related one-sentence fics. This is my first time trying to do sentence fics. Any constructive comments would be appreciated.



Things were simple in the Gurrier home back then—Dad boldly made all the decisions and Mom gently fixed them when he was done.

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There wasn't even a letter to tell them he died at sea—Mazoku supporters and their love children shouldn't be reading anyway.

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He remembered the way she always used to smell of apple blossoms because it was better to think of that than to take in the wretched, unsanitary scents of the internment camp.

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He watched her steal a chunk of bread from another starving woman to feed him and he finally admitted to himself things would never be the same.

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Yozak was supposed to be working along with the mothers and other children, but he knew his mother would be lonely if he left her all by herself under all that dirt with only a stone for company.

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It was the boy he noticed first with his perfectly clean clothes and his combed hair and his warm brown eyes—he hated those eyes.

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He'd spend hours just staring into the fire seeing a life he'd never know again and the boy would just sit next to him quietly with his perfectly clean clothes and his combed hair and his warm brown, not quite so hated eyes.

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Sometimes the redhead felt like the little prince's pet when the boy would bring him things or help him with his lessons, and sometimes he was just glad he wasn't alone anymore.

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The boy and his father left when he got his new family, but he wasn't sure what was wrong with that family—maybe his clothes weren't perfect enough.

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His new mother begged him not to travel to Shin Makoku to join the army, but Yozak was a stubborn young man now and there was a set of eyes he remembered from his youth that seemed rather nice, and it was a nice day for a trip.

Comments

[isha-libran.livejournal.com]

You already know I like this, but I just wanted to say, I like how these are all sentences instead of nearly-almost paragraphs, like mine turned out. =)

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

Haha, I kept thinking they were too short. ^_^;;; I guess size probably doesn't matter though. *cough*

[isha-libran.livejournal.com]

Bwahaha. Very...appropriate icon for the sentiment. ;)

[maeritrae.livejournal.com]

*feels heart-strings wrench* I do love how you write Yozak. :(

[poisonangel7.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Thank you. He is a great character. *snuggles my Mae extra*