Paint Me a Birmingham Songfic

HatorixTohru

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He was sitting' there, his brush in hand

Painting' waves as they danced, upon the sand

With every stroke, he brought to life

The deep blue of the ocean, against the morning' sky

I walked down the beach pavilion thinking of her. Thinking of Tohru. The way she would smile and make everything feel right again, when I got off work trying to heal Akito. Which was a tiresome task indeed. She once told me of wanting to go to America, to see her godparents, and her family over there. Birmingham Alabama to be exact. She told me of how she would love to live somewhere like that. And she described a western style home that anyone would want. Then she would smooth her soft pink dress, say it was foolish and go back to the cooking and cleaning, I kept telling her she shouldn't do to much of.

I asked him if he only painted ocean scenes He said for twenty dollars, I'll paint you anything

That day that Akito had asked to meet with her in private, I should have known better that to just let her go. I didn't want to think of how the sky melting against the water, looked like her simple cotton dress she wore so often, or the oceans blue and how it like her misty eyes as she whispered 'I love you' before I had to, to… it was then that I saw a painter just sitting there. Painting away, I went over to him and asked him if that was all he painted, and he said

"Twenty bucks and what ever you want" I sighed, getting used to American money, I pulled out my bill fold and handed him a twenty. I flat out told him,

"Paint me a Birmingham something she would have liked" Almost hiding the tears in my eyes.

Could you Paint Me A Birmingham

Make it look just the way I planned

A little house on the edge of town

Porch going' all the way around

Put her there in the front yard swing

Cotton dress make it, early spring

For a while she'll be, mine again

If you can Paint Me A Birmingham

He just looked at me like I was so incredible, his eyes misty, and said

"Well where do you want to be?" This time I looked at him, and whispered

"If you can, paint me back into her heart again." He nodded knowingly, pulled out a canvas and brush. And as he sat there painting away I leaned with my back to the ocean looking out on the town. And my eyes began to water.

He looked at me, with knowing eyes

Then took a canvas from a bag there by his side

Picked up a brush, and said to me

Son just where in this picture would you like to be

And I said if there's any way you can

Could you paint me back into her arms again?

I began to mutter a song she sang once. I found it highly ironic, that it would be the same thing that I had needed to make it through the first few months with out her.

"Paint me a Birmingham

Could you Paint Me A Birmingham

Make it look just the way I planned

A little house on the edge of town

Porch going' all the way around

Put her there in the front yard swing

Cotton dress make it, early spring

For a while she'll be, mine again

If you can Paint Me A Birmingham"

"You have a lovely voice sir," I stared down into the brown hair who sounded just like her. I just shook my head to continue, but another voice joined his, and as she looked up and into his eyes she just stared as though she was remembering something.

Paint Me A Birmingham

Make it look just the way I planned

Alittle house on the edge of town

Porch going' all the way around

Put her there in the front yard swing

Cotton dress make it, early spring

For a while she'll be, mine again

If you can Paint Me A Birmingham

"Hatori-Kun! Why did you come here? I always thought Akito-sans bad health wouldn't let you come this far." Then a American man came up to her tapped her on the shoulder and said

"Tohru we need to go, we'll miss dinner reservations." She turned with him and said,

"It was nice to see you again Hatori-Kun!" and kept walking, 'She didn't remember, of course she didn't remember! I am the one who erased her memories!' The mentally slapped himself as he watched her leave. Shigure was right, I should have given her the gift I meant to give her before any of this happened. The deed to the house in Birmingham that she described she had always dreamed of. Tohru, his loving ex wife was walking away with a man who wasn't him….

Paint me a Birmingham.

A/N

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