In the chill breeze of early winter, a vast vessel gently makes its cruise along the unseen trail in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Waves created and divided by the nose of the ship, splashing playfully against their blue kin. The mentioned large vessel is a freight ship making its trip for the continent. Its true destination is unknown, but the name of the vessel is "Bound Hummingbird." A loud horn rings out as cargo freights remain still, and the guards are roaming in every alley of the ship.
A lone teenager stands by the bridge's deck, leaning against the railings that guard people against falling off. She wears nothing but a purple jacket above her orange sleeved-shirt, long red skirt, and a thick purple scarf around her neck. A white ear muff covered her ears, sitting above her violet hair. Huffing out a mist of breath, she rubs her gloved arms together before covering half of her face to keep the warmth.
She stares off into the distance in silence, watching the waves moving away from the ship and other faraway ships strolling through. There's snow falling all around her, but most of them dissipate when touching the waters. The weather was tolerable, so she didn't have to worry about getting herself swooped up by a storm. Again, the chilly breeze splashes her face, but despite the cold, she enjoys it—a more natural substitute to an engineered air conditioner.
"Shibaaaa."
The teenager turns around to see her adoring violet-haired mother standing near the bridge. "What is it, mama?"
The mother ticks her finger on the watch. "It's tea time."
The violet teenager pouted. "Can that wait a little longer?"
"Enjoying the snow now, do you?" the mother asked with a smile. "Come on now, we surely do not want to miss the tea time."
"Just one more moment, okay?" replied the teenager.
"Oh, now being rebellious, aren't you?" the mother covered her smile.
"Wha- no! I'm just-" the girl just sighed. "Fine. I'm coming."
The teenager takes a last glance at the surrounding view before coming over to her mother. Entering the empty bridge save for the captain and his first mate, they both then sit down at a table already served with a hot kettle and two cups. Her mother kindly pours the tea on the two cups.
"Would you like some sugar, dear?" asked the benevolent mother.
"Just two cubes, please," the teenager replied, then widened her eyes a little. "Dammit, I sounded like one of those nobles again."
"What is with you and basic politeness, my little grape?"
"Stop calling me that!" exclaimed the violet girl. "Also, why are we even heading to Canada?"
"We have ourselves a few clients there who want to take a look at our merchandise," the mother replied.
"The legal kind of people?"
The mother only laughs at her question. "Legal or illegal, that's just how our business goes."
"That's just the nature of our gun-toting business, doesn't it?"
"Hohoo," the mother kept her smile but put a hand on her chest. "Such bold words."
"Hey, I'm not wrong," the girl protested.
"Of course, but also," the mother lifted a finger. "We will be having a family moment there."
"A family moment?" the violet teenager raised an eyebrow. "What are we going to do there? Throwing snowballs?"
The mother chuckles, playing her fingers with her hair. "Don't you say you want to go hunting one day?"
The girl's ears immediately perk at her response. "There's a hunting ground there?"
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A Girl's Turmoil
FanfictionSakurako Oomuro is just an average lousy middle schoolgirl. A cheerful, lazy, and annoying girl for Himawari and her own family. But, there is this one time that Sakurako is no longer the same for their whole life. How could Sakurako's way of life...
