A/N Hey guys! Sorry about last chapter, the page breaks were screwed up :( Might still be...

Yet again, I only own Mai, Rose, and Andrew.

The song for this chapter is: Kloy Gyn by Efterklang


Chapter 7: Mind Games

I laced up my boots, as it was rainy and foggy today. Pulling on a raincoat, I tried to shake the fog from my mind after that phonecall. How had that stranger known... anything?

Walking out the door, I began to shiver, though I was sweating. Looking back, I think I had went into shock, but I pulled through, I guess. At least I could breathe. Fighting the urge to vomit, I walked. As I walked, the rain eased up, and several cars passed. I calmed down, feeling exhausted. I looked at my watch. Shocked, I realized that only so much as eight minutes had passed. I stretched, and walked a little faster now that my stomache wasn't trying to murder itself.

When I got to the park, I realized I was several minutes early. I walked over to a swing and just sat there, my raven black hair spilling over my shoulder. I looked down at my hands, which were folded into my lap. I should be pretty easy to spot; I was the only kid here who looked even close to a nine year old. The majority of kids here were either balancing on the fence talking or playing football in the mud. I didn't look up no matter what; I didn't want to see him coming when he did.

But it startled me to see a pair of socks step in the mud, sending a ripple of water across the puddle. So of course, being nine, I looked up to see the idiot who wanted to get hypothermia.

The first thing I noticed was the hair- it looked like he had just woken up, rolled out of bed, and walked out the door. It was very attractive. Then I noticed the eyes. They were deep, large and round. They were an obsidian color, much like my own, and once I looked into them, they seemed to lock onto mine. I couldn't move, couldn't look away. A strange feeling pulsed through me; but not fear. It was warm; I loved it.

My concentrated attention was broke when he smiled, and blinked. "It's okay," he said. I was instantly reminded of my dreams that I had almost every night. Only this time, when he embraced me, he did not let go the moment I opened my eyes. The tears flowed freely, and he patted the back of my head comfortingly.

"I... I thought you were... I thought..." I couldn't end the sentence, but instead, buried my face into my father's shoulder.


When I woke up, I was back in my bed. I sat up, looking around everywhere my head would swivel, but Daddy wasn't there. Hopelessly, thinking it was all a dream, I leaned my head back against the headboard of my twin bed, my hand clutching the L pendant as hard as it would.

I only had time for a couple tears to slip out when I realized something; my boots were by my bedroom door, which was closed, a major red flag; boots weren't allowed on the carpet, and I never shut my door. Another thing was that my hair was damp and smelled of rain. But the strongest thing of all was the sweet scent that had clung to my purple shirt; I sniffed it and smiled a sweet smile of relief; it wasn't a dream.

I got out of bed, making a mental comment to myself about how it had been two hours since the park. I opened the door and decended down the stairs, where I found my father sitting strangely on the couch, a peaceful look on his face. I decided to tiptoe down the rest of the stairs, and get a better look.

He was sitting on the balls of his feet, with his knees pulled up to his chin. His arms were crossed and his head was resting them. There was something about the distant look in his eye that told me he was clearly at peace.

I blinked a couple times, and walked across the living room to sit on the couch, nibbling my thumb and resting my head on his shoulder. He smiled and turned his head towards me, and I looked at him.

"Did you get some rest?" He asked, concern thick in his voice. I nodded, condradicting myself by yawning. "Good," he chuckled warmly. He unfolded himself, taking my chin in his hands, hypnotising me with his eyes again. It took me a while to figure out what he was doing.

He's trying to see how much I look like him, I though with a start. I blanked and grinned. "You know," I said, very matter-of-factly, "almost everyone I meet that was around when you and Momma were together compares me to you. They even say we have the same habits." Speaking of habits, I really needed to get my hand away from my teeth before I accidentally break the skin...

A self-satisfactory smile broke through his face. His hand moved from my chin to cupping my cheek and he said, "You know, Rosie," in a very matter-of-fact tone, mimiking me, "I missed you every day of my existance." He smiled at the same time I smiled, and we both laughed a little.

You know how you always hear of foster kids meeting their real parents for the first time? How they always say it's so awkward? Well, it wasn't like that for me, not at all. It was all so easy, we just had to laugh and smile, and talk about things we've missed. By the time Momma came home from work, he had already tucked me into bed and left after I fell to sleep holding his hand.

In the morning, I wanted to sing about how wonderful my father was, but something inside me told myself not to let Momma know; It just seemed too private. So life continued, I met him at the park after school, we ate a candy or two together, which he seemed to really like, and I was asleep before eight. Having fun wore me out. Daddy said because if you use your brain too much, it starts to actually burn calories. He said that since my brain was working overtime to learn as much about him as possible, I was getting tired easier. That's why he always keeps candy with him, he says. If his blood sugar gets too low, he'd pass out. He didn't have to explain why his brain worked overtime all the time; I knew my daddy was a genius.


A/N Yes, I know; what are the possibilities of L having a wife, must less a kid? I'll tell you what. It's called a fanfic, ppl. Deal wit it.

Shout out to Deepoblivion99, Dawn, and Serpintine Sarracenia for the nice comments! :D I appreaciate it :D