AND: I'm going to attempt to do 2 fics at once. If you aren't familiar with me, my other current interest is in Oban: Star Racers. I have 1 completed series, the Elysian Series, and 1 I'm working on now. This is just for when I need a break from writing for that. I have noticed that we lack Pucca fics around here, so I hope to remedy that.

Disclamier: I do not own Pucca. I do own all original characters. No profit is being made from this.

Pucca: A Mother's Tears

She sat beside a young girl's bed. Sleeping soundly in said bed was a black haired girl of no more than 5 years in age. The older woman was stroking the child's hair. Sitting back in her wooden chair, tears became visible as they reflected moonlight.

Her name was Mai and the little girl her daughter, Pucca.

Mai sighed softly and pushed back her long black hair. A small, rueful smile made its way onto her face. Her eyes were the shocker.

Her eyes were milky white. Mai was blind.

"My little one," Mai whispered and pulled her hand away from her daughter. The door cracked open. Three men stood outside it. Though Mai could not see them, she knew they were there.

Standing, she moved without pause through the room, her honed sixth sense guiding her without mistake. She soon was in the hall of the Guh-Ryong with the three chefs.

"So, you are leaving," Ho said.

Mai closed her eyes. "There is no choice. If the signs are correct, he is close to finding me again. I will not let him harm my daughter."

"You're doing this to protect her?" Uncle Dumpling asked. "And who is he?"

"Yes, to protect her, I would take my own life. I'm not going that far right now, but if it came to it, my life is not nearly as precious as hers," Mai said with a rueful smile and more tears on her face. "As for whom he is. He is the one who blinded me when I was younger. That's all you need to know."

"But…" Woo Wuh began. Mai silenced him with a raised hand.

"My decision, but I do have a favor to ask," Mai said. "Take care of her for me. I want her to grow up to be strong and intelligent. At least grant me that wish."

"We will, Mai," Uncle Dumpling said. He shooed the other two away and left. Mai turned back to her daughter's door and placed her palm flat on the wood.

"This is not our farewell," she whispered. "I promise you, this is not our farewell."

Mai turned from the door and clutched at the near by railing. Following it, she moved slowly. By the morning, she would be out of Sooga, out of her daughter's life. Maybe then her little girl could be safe.