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(an: Hmm… there is something odd going on with Umi. Can you figure out what it is by the oddities and... discrepancies of the story? Three reviews or no Chapter 5)
On Angel's Wings
By: Lirial Raito
Chapter 4
The room was dark… of course, the room was always dark. Umi liked the darkness now, ever since her family had gone away. In the dark she didn't have to see an empty house. She didn't have to look at the pictures and shattered glass, or the empty refrigerator. She was simply able to come and go, as she needed to, without being too bothered by things.
She didn't know why she went to school, or how she got new clothes that weren't too shabby. The clothes were just there, like the food money for lunch and breakfast, like her Angel had just been there, sitting on her bed one morning when she had woken up.
She never needed to study, and always did well in her class. She was above average, but not enough so that her parents would be needed to make an appearance at school. Hatako was the only person in the class, actually, who noticed that Umi was even there. The teacher ignored her, other than to pass out papers and take roll. No one but Hatako and her friends had paid attention to Umi.
She felt alone.
Isolated.
Several weeks had passed since she and Hatako had become friends at school, and Umi had figured out that Hatako and Misaki would follow her home. She kept the door locked so they wouldn't come in, and with the darkness that cloaked every room except her bedroom, they couldn't tell where in the house she was.
*** Why? Why did they leave me? ***
Small tears trailed down her cheeks, trailing glittery paths down to drop off her chin.
She didn't pay attention to those tears as she rocked back and forth, trapped in her thoughts of her family.
She remembered a mother… soft skin, cinnamon smelling, the same pale blue hair and bright blue eyes. She was kinda short; she liked to read, and listen to music. Didn't she?
Umi couldn't quite remember.
And her father… taller than her mother, light blue hair, sea green eyes. She couldn't recall anything that he liked, what he did for a living.
Living… the word seemed off, for some reason. Was he alive? Was he dead? She didn't know, since he never called, never visited, never wrote. What had become of her parents?
She was sinking further and further into thoughts that would lead her nowhere for the day, until a knock at the front door caught her attention. She stopped rocking back and forth to listen.
(knock… knock….)
She wiped her face clean, then walked into the front room. As she walked the lights that she passed turned on, illuminating the house again. The front door seemed to open at its own accord as she stopped in the middle of the front room.
= = = =
Tamayo stood in front of Umi's house, staring into the dark windows uneasily. Her friend had missed the Angelic Layer practice for the day, which was highly unusual for the younger. She knocked several times on the front door, wondering if Umi would answer.
Her patience was rewarded a few minutes later when the door opened a little, letting her have access to the house. Tamayo hesitated a moment, then walked inside. Umi was standing in the middle of the room, looking around almost in disbelief.
Tamayo took in her surrounding carefully, making sure she made the most of the opportunity. The carpet was an unusual silver color, with flecks of green here and there. The furniture was black velvet, with swirling patterns of green, pink, and purple. (an: this is my furniture lol. ) The curtains where white, to let lots of light in.
*** How… odd. ***
Umi looked up at her and smiled shyly. "Hello Tamayo-san, what can I do for you?"
Tamayo studied the girl carefully and didn't miss the tearstains she had tried to make go away. Tamayo walked over and gave Umi a small hug. "Well, Umi-chan, I came to visit you, and see if you're ok. You didn't come to practice this afternoon…"
The little girl put on her brightest smile and nodded, "Of course, I'm sorry, I should have told you I couldn't make it to practice. I went to lunch with my parents. They took time off from work to see me this afternoon." She motioned Tamayo to step into the room more, "Would you like something to drink, Tamayo-san?"
Tamayo hesitated, wondering what felt so out of place in the house before nodding, "yes, some water would be nice Umi-chan."
Umi walked into the kitchen for a second, jumping slightly as a glass of water appeared in her hands. She stared at the simple blue glass for a moment before walking back into the living room. She handed the water to Tamayo before sitting down. Tamayo sipped the water, then sat down opposite of Umi.
Umi's slim hand grasped the television controller, and she flipped between the channels until she hit a station showing Sailor Moon. (Can't help it, I love sailor moon :p)
Tamayo stayed quiet as she watched Umi become engrossed in the anime show.
"Umi-chan, when are your parents coming home?"
The blue haired girl shrugged, "I don't know, they have busy schedule. They both work for the government, but won't talk about their work."
She fell silent again, wondering what else to do. She couldn't ever remember letting someone in to visit before.
Tamayo stood up, seeming to sense Umi's confusion. "I'm going to go to Misaki's for awhile, would you like to come? Hatako-chan is worried about you, and will be there."
Umi looked at her for a moment, twirling a hair around her finger, "Will Kotaru-san be there?" At Tamayo's nod, she smiled and agreed, then took Tamayo's hand when it was offered.
= = = =
To Be Continued:
Hmm… this fic is changing from what I originally had in mind.
Oh well, go with the creative flow I guess.
(an: Hmm… there is something odd going on with Umi. Can you figure out what it is by the oddities and... discrepancies of the story? Three reviews or no Chapter 5)
On Angel's Wings
By: Lirial Raito
Chapter 4
The room was dark… of course, the room was always dark. Umi liked the darkness now, ever since her family had gone away. In the dark she didn't have to see an empty house. She didn't have to look at the pictures and shattered glass, or the empty refrigerator. She was simply able to come and go, as she needed to, without being too bothered by things.
She didn't know why she went to school, or how she got new clothes that weren't too shabby. The clothes were just there, like the food money for lunch and breakfast, like her Angel had just been there, sitting on her bed one morning when she had woken up.
She never needed to study, and always did well in her class. She was above average, but not enough so that her parents would be needed to make an appearance at school. Hatako was the only person in the class, actually, who noticed that Umi was even there. The teacher ignored her, other than to pass out papers and take roll. No one but Hatako and her friends had paid attention to Umi.
She felt alone.
Isolated.
Several weeks had passed since she and Hatako had become friends at school, and Umi had figured out that Hatako and Misaki would follow her home. She kept the door locked so they wouldn't come in, and with the darkness that cloaked every room except her bedroom, they couldn't tell where in the house she was.
*** Why? Why did they leave me? ***
Small tears trailed down her cheeks, trailing glittery paths down to drop off her chin.
She didn't pay attention to those tears as she rocked back and forth, trapped in her thoughts of her family.
She remembered a mother… soft skin, cinnamon smelling, the same pale blue hair and bright blue eyes. She was kinda short; she liked to read, and listen to music. Didn't she?
Umi couldn't quite remember.
And her father… taller than her mother, light blue hair, sea green eyes. She couldn't recall anything that he liked, what he did for a living.
Living… the word seemed off, for some reason. Was he alive? Was he dead? She didn't know, since he never called, never visited, never wrote. What had become of her parents?
She was sinking further and further into thoughts that would lead her nowhere for the day, until a knock at the front door caught her attention. She stopped rocking back and forth to listen.
(knock… knock….)
She wiped her face clean, then walked into the front room. As she walked the lights that she passed turned on, illuminating the house again. The front door seemed to open at its own accord as she stopped in the middle of the front room.
= = = =
Tamayo stood in front of Umi's house, staring into the dark windows uneasily. Her friend had missed the Angelic Layer practice for the day, which was highly unusual for the younger. She knocked several times on the front door, wondering if Umi would answer.
Her patience was rewarded a few minutes later when the door opened a little, letting her have access to the house. Tamayo hesitated a moment, then walked inside. Umi was standing in the middle of the room, looking around almost in disbelief.
Tamayo took in her surrounding carefully, making sure she made the most of the opportunity. The carpet was an unusual silver color, with flecks of green here and there. The furniture was black velvet, with swirling patterns of green, pink, and purple. (an: this is my furniture lol. ) The curtains where white, to let lots of light in.
*** How… odd. ***
Umi looked up at her and smiled shyly. "Hello Tamayo-san, what can I do for you?"
Tamayo studied the girl carefully and didn't miss the tearstains she had tried to make go away. Tamayo walked over and gave Umi a small hug. "Well, Umi-chan, I came to visit you, and see if you're ok. You didn't come to practice this afternoon…"
The little girl put on her brightest smile and nodded, "Of course, I'm sorry, I should have told you I couldn't make it to practice. I went to lunch with my parents. They took time off from work to see me this afternoon." She motioned Tamayo to step into the room more, "Would you like something to drink, Tamayo-san?"
Tamayo hesitated, wondering what felt so out of place in the house before nodding, "yes, some water would be nice Umi-chan."
Umi walked into the kitchen for a second, jumping slightly as a glass of water appeared in her hands. She stared at the simple blue glass for a moment before walking back into the living room. She handed the water to Tamayo before sitting down. Tamayo sipped the water, then sat down opposite of Umi.
Umi's slim hand grasped the television controller, and she flipped between the channels until she hit a station showing Sailor Moon. (Can't help it, I love sailor moon :p)
Tamayo stayed quiet as she watched Umi become engrossed in the anime show.
"Umi-chan, when are your parents coming home?"
The blue haired girl shrugged, "I don't know, they have busy schedule. They both work for the government, but won't talk about their work."
She fell silent again, wondering what else to do. She couldn't ever remember letting someone in to visit before.
Tamayo stood up, seeming to sense Umi's confusion. "I'm going to go to Misaki's for awhile, would you like to come? Hatako-chan is worried about you, and will be there."
Umi looked at her for a moment, twirling a hair around her finger, "Will Kotaru-san be there?" At Tamayo's nod, she smiled and agreed, then took Tamayo's hand when it was offered.
= = = =
To Be Continued:
Hmm… this fic is changing from what I originally had in mind.
Oh well, go with the creative flow I guess.
