Chapter 2
Confluence
(AN: ~...~ is somebody thinking)
When Amarah awoke, she found herself lying sprawled on the floor of her apartment. She frowned as she tried to remember what had happened. Her head was pounding. She could actually hear it- thud thud thud...no, that wasn't her head! Someone was at the door, she realized with alarm. As she struggled to her feet, she realized that the sun was just beginning to set. ~How long have I been asleep?~ she wondered. The knocking continued.
"Okay, okay- I'm coming!" She went to the door, irritated, and threw it open. Before her stood a striking young man with spiky blond hair. It wasn't the hair that captivated her, though. It was those eyes, those impossibly deep blue eyes. She leaned forward, dazed.
"Can I-um-can I help you?" she said hesitantly as she tried in vain to look away from his eyes. He smiled gently.
"No, I was just coming to see you, that's all. I see you got my little gift," he added, glancing towards her pendant. Amarah followed his gaze, then looked up again.
"This was from you? Um, do I know you from somewhere, or do you know me, or..." her voice trailed off as she tried to make sense of things. He smiled again, and Amarah suddenly felt as though she might collapse at any minute, and she had no idea why.
"No, you might not have seen me before. I've been watching you from the café for weeks, and I find you absolutely fascinating. You have such a strong will, such determination..." He paused for a moment, watching Amarah's eyes widen, "and you are so beautiful, Amarah." She froze.
"Would- would you maybe, um, well, if you're not doing anything...would you like to come in?" she blurted out. He nodded.
"I'd like that very much, thanks." Amarah sighed. ~What am I doing?~ The thought left her mind quickly, though, and she started to go inside. Then she stopped, suddenly realizing something.
"I don't think I caught your name," she told the stranger. He laughed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me! My name's Keito. Keito Kamanachi." Amarah nodded.
"Okay, Keito." She smiled. "Come on in." As she turned, her short golden hair fluttered in front of Keito's face. He hesitated. ~She really is pretty good-looking...~ he thought as he followed her. They went into her living room and Keito sat down on the couch. Amarah walked to the kitchen.
"Can I get you anything to eat?" she asked.
"No, thanks." Amarah joined him on the sofa. For a moment they sat there, wrapped in an awkward silence. Then Amarah fingered her pendant.
"Thank you for the gift," she said. Then she noticed an identical one around Keito's neck.
"Oh- you have one too?" Keito smiled.
"Yes. As long as we both have them, we can always be together." Amarah put her head on his shoulder.
"That's so sweet," she told him. Her mind raced. ~What am I doing? I don't even know this guy! But...well, he is nice. He even thinks I'm fascinating!~ She snuggled her head a little deeper into his shoulder. Keito stroked her hair., sighing to himself. ~Poor, poor little Amarah. I wish I didn't have to do this to you.~
They sat there for a long while.
(AN: Okay, there's part two. Part 3 coming soon! R&R, k?
-Aislin)
Confluence
(AN: ~...~ is somebody thinking)
When Amarah awoke, she found herself lying sprawled on the floor of her apartment. She frowned as she tried to remember what had happened. Her head was pounding. She could actually hear it- thud thud thud...no, that wasn't her head! Someone was at the door, she realized with alarm. As she struggled to her feet, she realized that the sun was just beginning to set. ~How long have I been asleep?~ she wondered. The knocking continued.
"Okay, okay- I'm coming!" She went to the door, irritated, and threw it open. Before her stood a striking young man with spiky blond hair. It wasn't the hair that captivated her, though. It was those eyes, those impossibly deep blue eyes. She leaned forward, dazed.
"Can I-um-can I help you?" she said hesitantly as she tried in vain to look away from his eyes. He smiled gently.
"No, I was just coming to see you, that's all. I see you got my little gift," he added, glancing towards her pendant. Amarah followed his gaze, then looked up again.
"This was from you? Um, do I know you from somewhere, or do you know me, or..." her voice trailed off as she tried to make sense of things. He smiled again, and Amarah suddenly felt as though she might collapse at any minute, and she had no idea why.
"No, you might not have seen me before. I've been watching you from the café for weeks, and I find you absolutely fascinating. You have such a strong will, such determination..." He paused for a moment, watching Amarah's eyes widen, "and you are so beautiful, Amarah." She froze.
"Would- would you maybe, um, well, if you're not doing anything...would you like to come in?" she blurted out. He nodded.
"I'd like that very much, thanks." Amarah sighed. ~What am I doing?~ The thought left her mind quickly, though, and she started to go inside. Then she stopped, suddenly realizing something.
"I don't think I caught your name," she told the stranger. He laughed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me! My name's Keito. Keito Kamanachi." Amarah nodded.
"Okay, Keito." She smiled. "Come on in." As she turned, her short golden hair fluttered in front of Keito's face. He hesitated. ~She really is pretty good-looking...~ he thought as he followed her. They went into her living room and Keito sat down on the couch. Amarah walked to the kitchen.
"Can I get you anything to eat?" she asked.
"No, thanks." Amarah joined him on the sofa. For a moment they sat there, wrapped in an awkward silence. Then Amarah fingered her pendant.
"Thank you for the gift," she said. Then she noticed an identical one around Keito's neck.
"Oh- you have one too?" Keito smiled.
"Yes. As long as we both have them, we can always be together." Amarah put her head on his shoulder.
"That's so sweet," she told him. Her mind raced. ~What am I doing? I don't even know this guy! But...well, he is nice. He even thinks I'm fascinating!~ She snuggled her head a little deeper into his shoulder. Keito stroked her hair., sighing to himself. ~Poor, poor little Amarah. I wish I didn't have to do this to you.~
They sat there for a long while.
(AN: Okay, there's part two. Part 3 coming soon! R&R, k?
-Aislin)