Disclaimer: I don ot own Gosick unless Kazuki Sakuraba is willing to give a part over to me:)I got this first part from the actual episode.
I have been in love with Gosick and wanted to write a story for it so, here I go.
Chapter One: Marriage
It was the spring of 1929. The war was over and the brave veterans who joined the perilous fight were returning home. The town was destroyed and a few houses remained, but were empty due to the fear of attack or bombing. The sky was gray and looked as if it were to storm. But a single tree remained. It was half bare and burned and the other half was bursting with blooming cherry blossoms. Close to this tree was a port where a boat was anchored where the now veterans were departing the boat.
Many of the veterans were waving to their families that they had spotted in the crowd while others searched for their families not knowing if they survived or not. Many families held up signs to make it easier for them to find their families. Every veteran carried a bag filled with the little belongings they were allowed to bring. Some even carried urns filled with the ashes of family or friends that went into the war with them.
A mother shouted for her son,"Ichiro! Ichiro!" he approached his mother and father and gave them the solute. The years in the army have really straightened him out.
A mother cried for the return of her sons. She held a hankerchief up to her to block the tears from flowingt of her eyes. The father and sister were patting their backs and felt overjoyed. One of the sons was crying for the return home.
A young father who went off to war was greeted by a large hug from his son. His wife cried as he stroked his son's hair saying,"There, there," he looked over to his wife and they both laughed.
A mother was crying out of sadness into her open hankerchief. She weeped as she realized that her son had died in the war and came back home in a wrapped urn of his ashes. The father however came back and had the urn wrapped in a sling across the shoulder. The father too suffered form the damage of the war. His head was wrapped and he wept over his son.
Many of the other families waited anxiously for their family members, but in the back were two young women. One was much taller than the other and a few years older, about 18 years of age. They were holding hands and waited for their family or friend. The shorter one wore a head cover.
They stood still until the taller one said,"He'll come today, for sure. Cheer up!" she had to bend over so she could be level with her face. She waved a finger in front of her face to make her point. She straightened back up and waited in silence once again. She bent over again and said, pointing,"I'll take a look over there," she then moved to face her and continued,"Wait here."
The shorter one of the pair reached for her hand to stay, but she was too far away. The older one ran over to a group of returned veterans that they couldn't see well before. The younger one stood straight up and waited to see if her friend would come over. She faced the ground and stood in silence as a few veterans passed by. She followed them to see if one of them was the one she was looking for. She appeared to be wearing a card on her chest that had the Japanese characters that spelled out "Kujo". She looked around some more, but gave up.
Then she spotted someone walking towards her. He was a tall, young man and he carried a small bag and wore his uniform like all the other veterans. He wore a hat that concealed his face so she couldn't make out who it was. The young girl got her hopes up and thought that this was the one she was looking for.
He walked right up in front of her, set down his bag, and pulled off his hat revealing his face. It was Kazuya. He smiled and gave off a small laugh. He stooped down to the short girl's level and asked,"Were you bored?" he reached to pull off her head covering and continued,"I've got some interesting stories to tell you."
He succeeded in pulling the covering off and when he did, a cascade of silver hair fell over the girl's shoulders and reached the ground, slightly curled at the end. Kazuya focused on her doll like face and it was sad more than happy to see him. He asked,"Victorique?"
Victorique had tears forming in her eyes. She managed to get out,"You're late, Reaper that Comes in the Springtime," with a voice that didn't seem to fit her age.
Kazuya smiled and said,"Don't be mad! I got here as fast as I could," he smiled even more as he said,"You got my letters."
Victorique smied and said,"Yes. Because you dutifully wrote the adress. I used the wellspring of wisdsom to find my way here," she told her story about how brave she was and found her way to the house of Kazuya's family.
"Victorique," Kazuya uttered.
Victorique continued,"Thanks to that, I wasn't so bored," she was remembering the pain she was in from all the scrapes and sores she had,"You deserve praise."
Kazuya smiled and nodded his head, uttering the sound,"Mm," which is non-verbal japanese for "Thanks".
Victorique smiled making the tears that were in her eyes fall. Kazuya's sister ran up to the two as she realized that he had already found them. She yelled,"Kazuya-san!" her black hair flowing in the wind. She asked,"What's she saying? I studied English and French at girls' school, but not enough to get through to her. I know when she's calling someone names and understand that she likes sweets. . . ," the two ingnored her and continued to stare at each other.
Soon they were up and leaving for home. Kazuya held Victorique's small hand and his sister followed them carrying his belongings. People around them would whisper things like," Hey, is that. . . "
"That foreigner is remarkably beautiful!"
Victorique's silver hair flowed in the wind and Kazuya complimented,"Your hair is beautiful, like snow," while cherry blossom petals blew through it.
Victorique said,"I've been through alot."
Kazuya said,"Yeah. . . me too," the two continued to hold hands as the petals swirled around them. Kazuya continued,"But, I wasn't worried."
"No. Neither was I," Victorique said.
The pair held out heir necklaces. Kazuya's had a ring on it from the Christmas gifts they exchanged, and Victorique had a locket that was an exact replica of her mother's.
Kazuya said,"Because Victorique, you were always. . "
"Kujo, you were right with me. . . ," they were finishing each other's sentences and Victorique finished hers,"always."
The couple kept walking. Then the scenary changed and Kazuya was in a pair of pants that he wore in the army and a white shirt while Victorique was in a large, flouncy dress.
There were many ruffles with a yellow ribbon that wrapped all the way around the hem of the dress and tied in certain areas. There were small roses sewn onto her dress and she carried a bouquet of light blue roses wrapped in ribbon. Her sleeves were puffy and she wore her locket on top of a ribbon that tied around her collar. She also wore white gloves an her hair was flowing in the wind.
Victoique looked up to Kazuya and he looked back into her green eyes. Together they said,"No matter how the world changes, we'll never be separated again."
Together they walked off to a field where they stood. They held hands and Kazuya led Victorique to a rock where he helped her sit. They both looked out into the field of flowing grass and wildflowers. They sat in silence until Victorique said,"I am quite bored," she attempting to refrain her self from ruining the moment, but she couldn't help herself.
Kazuya confessed,"Well, I was expecting this."
Victorique smiled at her new husband and said,"I missed you while you were away at war fighting for our country. Too bad they forced you to take the incredible honor of being there."
Kazuya said,"I didn't mind, but I missed you terribly. I wrote every week hoping that you got them and hoping you read them. I would've sent some sweets, but that would blow over. I couldn't really get any while in the war and if I managed to find some they would have melted."
Victorique said,"I got them soon before you came back. I never knew you wrote."
Kazuya smiled and scooted closer. He grabbed Victorique's delicate, dainty hand and said,"As long as you got them," he kissed the han he held and grabbed the other and looked into her emerald eyes to say,"Where shall we go tonight?"
Victorique said,"How about we go to an inn. We have no house together so why not?"
Kazuya smiled and said,"What ever you want, Victorique."
They sat there once more in deep silence where only the rustle of the grass could be heard. Kazuya said,"I love you."
And Victorique said,"In love you, too."
They heard the clopping of hooves on pavement and saw a carriage being driven by a short man and two excellent white stallions. The noise grew louder and they stopped where the stones did. The coach said,"I do beg your pardon, but would you be Mr. Kazuya Kujo?"
Kazuya straightened his shirt and said,"Indeed I am. You must be our ride for today. I'm so slated by your presence. Victorique,ethics is our ride to the inn you were taking about."
Victorique studied the horse and coach. She smiled and said,"What a way to get there. You deserve praise," she leaned over and gave Kazuya a kiss.
Kazuya smiled and returned the kiss and took her hand in his. He helped her down and led her to the door.
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