The eyes of Tamura Akiko are blessed.
Some lovingly reference ginko leaves, chrysanthemums; others bitterly reference topaz.
She thinks of lemon macrons and the glow of a lamp, as childish as she is.
Her fiance references the rising sun, amber, a...
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The eyes of Tamura Akiko are blessed.
Some say that they look like dancing ginko leaves on a crisp autumn day, the setting sun casting an angelic glow through the pocket holes of trees.
Others disagree, preferring to reference the classic chrysanthemums. You can twirl in a garden of chrysanthemums, spring air flowing through your hair and the sickly sweet smell drawing you closer to the flower, and it would feel like looking into her eyes.
People envious of the girl claim that her eyes reflect the treasures she's privileged enough to see. The museums her father would take her to in both Japan and Europe. The uncovered Greek vases displayed under dazzling lights, Egyptian jewelry for all to fantasize over, and most importantly, all the world's sparkling gems set center stage for select few to see.
These hate filled people would argue over her eyes, claiming that they look like citrine, while others yell back that they look more like danburite, though there's a strong fight for topaz as well.
"Papa?" Ray Wilbur looks down at his daughter, her ink black hair contrasting with his own hay colored hair.
"Yes love?" He bends down, swooping the younger girl up into his arms for her to have a better look at the spectacle. Ray doesn't seem bothered by the reflected flames bouncing around his daughter's eyes.
"Why won't you go and save him?" Her little arm points to the automobile.
The firefighters have finally arrived, showering the death machine with water while the man stuck inside screams in anguish. There's a crowd of people gathered around, their eyes only holding pity, whereas Akiko's eyes hold something different.
Ray has never been the best at reading his daughter, and he supposes no one else will be able to either.
Akiko waits for an answer, arms wrapped around her father's neck as they both stare at the burning car.
"Hmmm, let's see.... Well, you know how daddy is a doctor, right?" Akiko nods her head, eyes blankly following the way the fire curls around its victim, and the screaming gets louder.
"What is the number one rule for doctors?"
This catches Akiko's attention, and she blinks out of her daze to stare at her father. He smiles, glad he's piqued her interest.
"Save lives?"
"Close," he taps her nose, "but not quite, love."
Akiko pouts, pressing her forehead against her dad. He pushes back with a smile and the two giggle despite the dying flames.
"Do no harm." Ray turns his head back to the scene, setting his daughter back down onto the cobblestone road before picking up his big leather physician's bag. Akiko knows what's in it, despite the countless times she's been told not to open it. She might "cut herself."
