The Phoenix's Clipped Wings | Kaedehara Kazuha

One-shot Chapter 1

After three long years, I've became the head of the Fua/[L/n] clan after the passing of my parents two years ago and my other siblings were killed by the shogan army a few months after you left since they refused to expose Tomo and I's whereabouts, making me the only one left to inheritance the clan's head position.

When you left, I was heartbroken by many reasons, although you broke off our relationship and our engagement, what broke my heart even more was you leaving without saying a word the next day after our first night together.

I awoke with you gone and single letter saying you decided to leave for good.

You didn't even say goodbye to me or Tomo.

Now, I've grown into a better person, I've learned so many things from people older in my clan and by the many experiences I had happen to me.

The days were hard and there where times I wanted to give up but Tomo was able to comfort me and I was able to stand back on my feet.

"My lady, it's almost time to head off to see General Gorou." A knock at my door stopped me from writing in my daily journal, the one where I express my emotions that I kept inside me.

"Thank you, I'll head out in a few." I replied back and continued writing as the footsteps faded away from my office.

In the time I became the head of the clan, I was blessed with a pyro vision, it was rather difficult using it since I received many burns and bruises. While trying to master it, one day a knock at the gates was heard and a woman was let in.

She was a rather beautiful, mature woman who I never met before as she claimed to be a friend of my parents. Her hair color was the color of snow and her eyes were a beautiful shade of red but what was caught me eye was what she had on her fists.

Gaulets. The same weapon as mine.

I can't quite remember her name but she told me to call her Fuka while she stayed to train me.

She helped me so much and soon the day came when she would take her leave.

And she left, the same way you did but the difference was she would often send letters asking about my condition and what not.

She was like a second mother to me.

"You're still here." I look up to see Tomo at the door, his eyes staring at me before I close the journal and stood up.

"My apologies, it seems like I lost track of time. I have a meeting with Gorou at the resistance." I say as I tied up my desk before remembering to write down one more thing of today's entry.

I place the book back in it's original place and walk to Tomo who held the door open for me before closing it.

We walk down the long hallway as we spoke to each other about our day.

I smile as I watch Tomo speak about his day, although he never really was himself before he lost his vision, he gained his passion for many things.

Though, I can't help but feel like a part of ourselves was missing, like someone else is suppose to be beside us like before.