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Day 2 - Flowers
Day 2 / Flowers (Angst)
Cw: Death of a loved one
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Rantaro has to take on the mourning of his late husband, Shuichi. (AU)
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He still remembers the day he received the call, the dreaded call he never ever thought he would receive. But he did. And he couldn't bring himself to go to his funeral either. Yet here he was, dressing himself in the colour of what should have reminded him of his beautiful husband.
Once Rantaro had finished getting himself dressed, he had picked up a bouquet of dead flowers off of his bedside table. The exact roses and marigolds he was going to give Shuichi the minute he got home that day. The red, scarlet roses to represent how much he loved him and the bright, golden marigolds to represent how happy Shuichi made him.
Choked up tears began to roll down his face and he began to raise the bouquet of now wilted and dark flowers. Then he threw them down as hard as an anchor hitting the ocean.
He was angry. He never got to give Shuichi these flowers. He never got to say goodbye. He never gets to see his smile or hear his soft voice ever again.
Soon after he calms down, the dead flower petals were scattered all around the room. Just like their wedding night.
Rantaro loved giving Shuichi flowers. He always knew how to make them last the second he was given them and always knew the meaning behind each one of them. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. Without any other option he went to open the door.
"Rantaro... How are you feeling?"
There stood Shuichi's older sister, Kirumi. She looked as if she had been crying herself but hid it with her ink black veil. In her hands, there were two bouquets of flowers. One with white roses, red roses, marigolds and blue blooms. The other consisted of chrysanthemums, black roses and marigolds.
"Still distraught... Say, what are the bouquets in your hand for?" He murmured his words out carefully.
"You always used to give him flowers, correct? I got these for you to place into his coffin and on top of his grave... Don't worry I have my own but I wanted you to be the one to give him these."
How selfless... She was meant to be mourning her younger brother yet here she is helping out his husband...
"Kirumi... Thank you. Please take care of yourself also..." His voice shook, both close to bursting out into tears.
"Fuck I'm so sorry Kirumi-!"
Rantaro began to cry once again while Kirumi had begun to shed some tears of her own. Both had stood there and cried for a while before Rantaro took Kirumi into a hug. They stood there for a while, mourning someone extremely close to them.
A few solemn hours had now passed and it was now time for Kirumi to hand over the microphone to Rantaro so he could say his final words and close out the funeral.
"Hello everybody. You guys may know me as Shuichi's husband and know that I loved giving him flowers that reminded me of him. Yellow flowers to express how much I enjoyed being with him and how happy he always was, red roses to tell him how much I loved him, flowers of his favourite colours and so on. I never wanted this to be the last time I could ever be able to give him flowers. I would also like to thank everyone for coming today. We've all made such a difference to his life and I couldn't be more thankful for you all."
Rantaro stumbled on his words, his voice getting quieter yet louder at times. Trying to not burst out into tears on stage. Taking a deep breath, he finally began to say his final words and place the first bouquet of flowers into his casket.
"Shuichi. No matter what universe we're in, we'll always be together. I promise. I'm going to miss you forever darling."
He stood over his former husband's casket and placed a kiss onto his forehead before backing away.
It was now the late afternoon, they were finally placing Shuichi into his final resting place. He was carefully lowered into his grave as everybody's solemn faces watched.
Once he had been placed in, he was covered with the dirt and almost immediately Rantaro got onto both of his knees. He got out a packet of seeds, seeds of his favourite flower. Yellow marigolds. He began planting them into the freshly planted dirt. Once he had finished, he placed the final touch.
The second and final bouquet he would ever give Shuichi.
skewed away from the prompts a bit for some amasaiibo 🌱 🤖 🔎 i like the idea of keebs glowing when he gets flustered and hggogjghh its the birthday guy. and hey, they’d make for a delightful trio
@amasaiweek thank you so much for this week. it’s been such a fun opportunity to get to draw more of this ship and it’s really helped me figure out how to explore the prompts and be creative ♥️
