A/N: This is the final challenge I got to write a 100-word fic. This one is for gobletsfourth and she asked for a Enishi-centric fic. Well, this is what I came up with after lots of thinking.

The old man wasn't surprised to see the new arrival. He wasn't all that surprised that the white haired newcomer sat where the samurai had once sat. He spied the book in the boy's hand; so there was something he couldn't let go of. He sat down next to him, a coy smile on his face. "It might be my imagination, but you look familiar." The fallen man looked sideways at him and agreed. He smiled, the son-in-law who'd been unable to let go of his sword had given him back his son. This time he'd be there for him.