Tadashi wasn't sure why he'd come here. Morbid curiosity, perhaps? That had to be part of what drew him in, at least. After all, it wasn't every day a guy could take a trip out to see his own grave
Not that he'd left the house that day intending to end up in the cemetery. Not at all. There were errands to run, and with Hiro occupied with homework (and whatever side projects the boy eventually would end up using to distract himself from said homework), it had seemed like the perfect time to get those errands done. Gas up his scooter, pick up a few parts he'd had on order, maybe swing by the grocery store for the few odds and ends he knew Aunt Cass had forgotten during her last shopping trip. It should've been a fairly simple excursion, and it was... until he drove by the graveyard.
It hadn't been hard to find. A headstone with his name on it. Tadashi Hamada carved clean and clear into the stone. Two more Hamadas settled to the right, though their stones were showing some wear. Not surprising after more than ten years. He could still remember the day they'd been brand new. Vivid memories of sunny day, juxtaposed by the cluster of black-clad mourners, his hand held tight in the grip of a child too young to really understand what was happening.
Tadashi shook his head, removing his hat and drawing in a less than steady breath before he forced himself to focus on what he'd come to see. Curiosity was certainly a factor in his presence here, but there had to be something else. Some sort of confirmation, maybe, but of what? He didn't really remember the explosion, but he had no reason to doubt what he'd been told. It made perfect sense. An inferno like that in a building with so much unstable tech and so many volatile chemicals... of course there was an explosion. There probably hadn't been much left afterward. Not of the building, and certainly not of. Not of him...
Whatever the reason, he shouldn't have come here. Tadashi turned away abruptly, tearing his eyes from that fresh name and offering the two beside it a short prayer before making a hasty trek back to the main path. Eyes down, shoulders tight, and his hat still clutched tightly in one hand, he almost didn't notice the only other soul in the cemetery with him. It wasn't until he'd already taken several steps past the older man that the recognition registered, and it was with some hesitation that he stopped, turning slowly for a second look.
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Not that he'd left the house that day intending to end up in the cemetery. Not at all. There were errands to run, and with Hiro occupied with homework (and whatever side projects the boy eventually would end up using to distract himself from said homework), it had seemed like the perfect time to get those errands done. Gas up his scooter, pick up a few parts he'd had on order, maybe swing by the grocery store for the few odds and ends he knew Aunt Cass had forgotten during her last shopping trip. It should've been a fairly simple excursion, and it was... until he drove by the graveyard.
It hadn't been hard to find. A headstone with his name on it. Tadashi Hamada carved clean and clear into the stone. Two more Hamadas settled to the right, though their stones were showing some wear. Not surprising after more than ten years. He could still remember the day they'd been brand new. Vivid memories of sunny day, juxtaposed by the cluster of black-clad mourners, his hand held tight in the grip of a child too young to really understand what was happening.
Tadashi shook his head, removing his hat and drawing in a less than steady breath before he forced himself to focus on what he'd come to see. Curiosity was certainly a factor in his presence here, but there had to be something else. Some sort of confirmation, maybe, but of what? He didn't really remember the explosion, but he had no reason to doubt what he'd been told. It made perfect sense. An inferno like that in a building with so much unstable tech and so many volatile chemicals... of course there was an explosion. There probably hadn't been much left afterward. Not of the building, and certainly not of. Not of him...
Whatever the reason, he shouldn't have come here. Tadashi turned away abruptly, tearing his eyes from that fresh name and offering the two beside it a short prayer before making a hasty trek back to the main path. Eyes down, shoulders tight, and his hat still clutched tightly in one hand, he almost didn't notice the only other soul in the cemetery with him. It wasn't until he'd already taken several steps past the older man that the recognition registered, and it was with some hesitation that he stopped, turning slowly for a second look.
... Oh.