Life's Sometimes Funny that Way
A/n: Has anyone seen '8 Mile' yet? That's a pretty good movie, though if you're easily offended don't see it, otherwise check it out. Well I'm back with another chapter, yes there was a bit of a twist of events, to be honest I don't really plan these things, they just sorta happen as the story goes on. Weird ne? Heh, anyways here ya go with the next chapter, who knows how my wicked twisted imagination will turn this situation. You'll have to find out..
P.s I want to try a different perspective in this chapter k, just so ya know, it's Ruki's POV. ^_~
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'I shuddered against the cold as I hobbled out into the alley next to the hospital. The nurses seemed a bit worried when I left so suddenly, oh well, let them worry. I swear, I thought I was gonna pass out when he walked in like that. The guy from my past, the one I longed to forget but never could, the one I hate and love to death at the same time. Okay, now this is starting to sound like a sick soap opera I know, but it's just so freaky and ironic. If someone told me all this was gonna happen, all these challenges I was gonna be facing all at the same time, I would have laughed myself silly and called the guy crazy. But everyday I feel as though I'm a living actress in one of my mom's stupid soaps,' I shuddered to myself.
The chilly wind simply added to the discomfort I was feeling, so I made my way to the coffee shop across the street and entered into the warm inviting atmosphere. Okay it wasn't exactly 'inviting' per se, but it was better than being out in the crappy bleak weather. I sat in the back corner of the café and peered around the room. It seemed fairly busy, but recently have been out in the weather I can't blame the people for wanting to get out of the cold. I rubbed my numb hands together and shifted my crutches so they were leaning up against the table, I hate these things, I can't wait til they're gone. Now where in the hell are those damned waitresses, I'm frozen.
Just on cue, a young blonde girl a few inches shorter than me approached me with a small note pad in hand. She looked at me with a bored look on her overdone face and took out a pen from her apron.
"Whaddya want?" she said in a low even voice.
I looked at her, she seemed to be annoyed with everything, well at least we have something in common, but first I had to decide what I wanted.
"Coffee," I said evenly.
She looked at me, her bored expression beginning to annoy me, and nodded once before scribbling something on her pad and walking swiftly away.
I sighed, some people these days, I swear, you think they might even bother to make the best of their situations but society must'ev sucked 'em dry of all that enthusiasm. I suppose I should be taking my own advice, but I don't really feel like it. Things never seemed to go my way even as I child and teenager and I had tons of enthusiasm back then, okay maybe not that much but definitely more than I have now.
A few minutes later, the annoying waitress came back with my coffee, she put it on the table along with a small carton of crème, a little package of sugar and a packaged stir stick. I looked at it and took the coffee beginning to put the appropriate items in one by one. I realized the waitress was still standing there waiting for payment, so I dug into my pockets and pulled out a five dollar bill. She handed me the correct amount of change, which amazed me- she didn't look too intelligent, so I gave her a buck fifty as a tip. She nodded and walked away with her pad, pen and the rest of the unused coffee fillers.
For a while I sat there not thinking of anything in particular, but thoughts of my present dilemma drifted into my corrupt mind, at least that's how I figure it. Jenrya looked slightly different than he did all those years ago, his hair was thicker but didn't seem longer, more tousled if that's possible. His deep grey eyes looked lost somehow. It was as if he was missing something inside of him, his usual calm composure was corrupted by some deep sadness or loss. I wondered what exactly was going through his head at this time, was he angry I had upset his sister, over emotional as she may be? Well he'll just have to see me about it, if he says anything at all, he was always so quiet, not all that sociable, if ya know what I mean. Who exactly am I talking to anyways? (Lol, gomen I've always wanted to write that, never mind) Anyways, back to Jenrya, he seemed not to know who I was, I wonder how that was possible. I mean I can't be that hard to forget can I? I wish mom was here.
A faint tear made itself present, as it glistened while sliding down her pale cheek. She sighed, drained her cup of coffee, grabbed her crutches, hobbled out of the café into the dreary cold and more into her own troubled mind. She trudged along the sidewalk back towards the hospital, deep in thought.
'When are those damned medics gonna send me home, I'm tired of being here, and on top of that it's forcing me to relive things I'd rather have left behind in my past. But I did promise Shaochung I'd talk to Jenrya, but he doesn't recognize me, how am I supposed to do that?' she thought bitterly.
He shrugged on his warm coat and pulled up the zipper to his clean chin. He glanced over to his sister still wiping tears away as she finished making the patients' beds.
"I'm going down for a coffee, want some?" he asked with a sigh.
With only two sniffles this time she answered, "Yeah but if you want good coffee, I suggest you go down to the café across the street, the stuff here tastes like crap."
Jenrya stifled a smile and replied, "Yeah I know what ya mean, what do they put in that stuff or rather how long has it been there? It tastes like they use body parts as an excuse for coffee grains, but hey you're the one who has to suffer with it everyday right? Just glad it's not me who decided to go into the medical profession, I like good coffee."
Jaalin just grinned sarcastically and stuck her tongue out at her annoying brother. She picked up a folder, read over the sheets of reports of her patients' data and waved her brother off.
Jenrya just shook his head and left the room without another word. Something began knawing away at him as he wondered about that patient who'd managed to make his sister cry. If it had been a guy he would have beaten the living daylights out of him, but since it was this girl he had to match wits and it looked as though this girl was pretty stubborn as it was. Another thing that was bothering him was the fact that something was out of place, something was different, this was no ordinary visit to see his sister, something was going to happen and it was soon. He wasn't sure what it was, maybe just that intuition thing or he was just plain crazy, but there was a feeling of awareness.
Walking out of the hospital front doors, he slide his hands into his pockets and felt a rush of wind and flurries fly about him adding to the nervous feeling he couldn't seem to shake off. Winter seemed to have come early this year, it was only mid November and there had already been a major snow storm. Looking down at his shoes, he didn't really pay attention to his direction at the moment, but looked up as the traffic lights signaled pedestrians could cross.
He walked in sullen silence and reached the otherside. As he turned towards the café he brushed against someone, muttering a quick appology he looked up to whom he bumped into. She had mid-back length red hair, blond streaks faded into her shiny locks brushed into a simple pony-tail. Her eyes met his instantly, she had striking violet eyes that stared right through him, there was something he couldn't place in those eyes and it was gone before he had time to analyze it. He realized this was the patient he'd seen with his sister, Jaalin, earlier and had to find a way to talk to her without making her seem suspicious.
"Oh hi," he said.
"Hi." After a moment of awkward silence, Jenrya inquired, "Could I get you a coffee? You look like you might want one."
"I just had one, maybe another time," she answered monotonely and began to leave.
Jenrya quickly turned after her, "Please," he said pulling at her coat sleave, noting the crutches supporting her, "I just want to talk to you."
Ruki turned around annoyed that Jenrya had this affect on her, basically to make her do things she'd rather have nothing to do with, such as socializing.
She sighed and decided that since he didn't know who she was that she'd be safe, "Fine."
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A/n: Hey well that's chapter 8, so what'd ya think? Do tell, please review, and the next chapter should be up within a week I hope. Thanks, you guys rock! Ja!^_^
A/n: Has anyone seen '8 Mile' yet? That's a pretty good movie, though if you're easily offended don't see it, otherwise check it out. Well I'm back with another chapter, yes there was a bit of a twist of events, to be honest I don't really plan these things, they just sorta happen as the story goes on. Weird ne? Heh, anyways here ya go with the next chapter, who knows how my wicked twisted imagination will turn this situation. You'll have to find out..
P.s I want to try a different perspective in this chapter k, just so ya know, it's Ruki's POV. ^_~
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'I shuddered against the cold as I hobbled out into the alley next to the hospital. The nurses seemed a bit worried when I left so suddenly, oh well, let them worry. I swear, I thought I was gonna pass out when he walked in like that. The guy from my past, the one I longed to forget but never could, the one I hate and love to death at the same time. Okay, now this is starting to sound like a sick soap opera I know, but it's just so freaky and ironic. If someone told me all this was gonna happen, all these challenges I was gonna be facing all at the same time, I would have laughed myself silly and called the guy crazy. But everyday I feel as though I'm a living actress in one of my mom's stupid soaps,' I shuddered to myself.
The chilly wind simply added to the discomfort I was feeling, so I made my way to the coffee shop across the street and entered into the warm inviting atmosphere. Okay it wasn't exactly 'inviting' per se, but it was better than being out in the crappy bleak weather. I sat in the back corner of the café and peered around the room. It seemed fairly busy, but recently have been out in the weather I can't blame the people for wanting to get out of the cold. I rubbed my numb hands together and shifted my crutches so they were leaning up against the table, I hate these things, I can't wait til they're gone. Now where in the hell are those damned waitresses, I'm frozen.
Just on cue, a young blonde girl a few inches shorter than me approached me with a small note pad in hand. She looked at me with a bored look on her overdone face and took out a pen from her apron.
"Whaddya want?" she said in a low even voice.
I looked at her, she seemed to be annoyed with everything, well at least we have something in common, but first I had to decide what I wanted.
"Coffee," I said evenly.
She looked at me, her bored expression beginning to annoy me, and nodded once before scribbling something on her pad and walking swiftly away.
I sighed, some people these days, I swear, you think they might even bother to make the best of their situations but society must'ev sucked 'em dry of all that enthusiasm. I suppose I should be taking my own advice, but I don't really feel like it. Things never seemed to go my way even as I child and teenager and I had tons of enthusiasm back then, okay maybe not that much but definitely more than I have now.
A few minutes later, the annoying waitress came back with my coffee, she put it on the table along with a small carton of crème, a little package of sugar and a packaged stir stick. I looked at it and took the coffee beginning to put the appropriate items in one by one. I realized the waitress was still standing there waiting for payment, so I dug into my pockets and pulled out a five dollar bill. She handed me the correct amount of change, which amazed me- she didn't look too intelligent, so I gave her a buck fifty as a tip. She nodded and walked away with her pad, pen and the rest of the unused coffee fillers.
For a while I sat there not thinking of anything in particular, but thoughts of my present dilemma drifted into my corrupt mind, at least that's how I figure it. Jenrya looked slightly different than he did all those years ago, his hair was thicker but didn't seem longer, more tousled if that's possible. His deep grey eyes looked lost somehow. It was as if he was missing something inside of him, his usual calm composure was corrupted by some deep sadness or loss. I wondered what exactly was going through his head at this time, was he angry I had upset his sister, over emotional as she may be? Well he'll just have to see me about it, if he says anything at all, he was always so quiet, not all that sociable, if ya know what I mean. Who exactly am I talking to anyways? (Lol, gomen I've always wanted to write that, never mind) Anyways, back to Jenrya, he seemed not to know who I was, I wonder how that was possible. I mean I can't be that hard to forget can I? I wish mom was here.
A faint tear made itself present, as it glistened while sliding down her pale cheek. She sighed, drained her cup of coffee, grabbed her crutches, hobbled out of the café into the dreary cold and more into her own troubled mind. She trudged along the sidewalk back towards the hospital, deep in thought.
'When are those damned medics gonna send me home, I'm tired of being here, and on top of that it's forcing me to relive things I'd rather have left behind in my past. But I did promise Shaochung I'd talk to Jenrya, but he doesn't recognize me, how am I supposed to do that?' she thought bitterly.
He shrugged on his warm coat and pulled up the zipper to his clean chin. He glanced over to his sister still wiping tears away as she finished making the patients' beds.
"I'm going down for a coffee, want some?" he asked with a sigh.
With only two sniffles this time she answered, "Yeah but if you want good coffee, I suggest you go down to the café across the street, the stuff here tastes like crap."
Jenrya stifled a smile and replied, "Yeah I know what ya mean, what do they put in that stuff or rather how long has it been there? It tastes like they use body parts as an excuse for coffee grains, but hey you're the one who has to suffer with it everyday right? Just glad it's not me who decided to go into the medical profession, I like good coffee."
Jaalin just grinned sarcastically and stuck her tongue out at her annoying brother. She picked up a folder, read over the sheets of reports of her patients' data and waved her brother off.
Jenrya just shook his head and left the room without another word. Something began knawing away at him as he wondered about that patient who'd managed to make his sister cry. If it had been a guy he would have beaten the living daylights out of him, but since it was this girl he had to match wits and it looked as though this girl was pretty stubborn as it was. Another thing that was bothering him was the fact that something was out of place, something was different, this was no ordinary visit to see his sister, something was going to happen and it was soon. He wasn't sure what it was, maybe just that intuition thing or he was just plain crazy, but there was a feeling of awareness.
Walking out of the hospital front doors, he slide his hands into his pockets and felt a rush of wind and flurries fly about him adding to the nervous feeling he couldn't seem to shake off. Winter seemed to have come early this year, it was only mid November and there had already been a major snow storm. Looking down at his shoes, he didn't really pay attention to his direction at the moment, but looked up as the traffic lights signaled pedestrians could cross.
He walked in sullen silence and reached the otherside. As he turned towards the café he brushed against someone, muttering a quick appology he looked up to whom he bumped into. She had mid-back length red hair, blond streaks faded into her shiny locks brushed into a simple pony-tail. Her eyes met his instantly, she had striking violet eyes that stared right through him, there was something he couldn't place in those eyes and it was gone before he had time to analyze it. He realized this was the patient he'd seen with his sister, Jaalin, earlier and had to find a way to talk to her without making her seem suspicious.
"Oh hi," he said.
"Hi." After a moment of awkward silence, Jenrya inquired, "Could I get you a coffee? You look like you might want one."
"I just had one, maybe another time," she answered monotonely and began to leave.
Jenrya quickly turned after her, "Please," he said pulling at her coat sleave, noting the crutches supporting her, "I just want to talk to you."
Ruki turned around annoyed that Jenrya had this affect on her, basically to make her do things she'd rather have nothing to do with, such as socializing.
She sighed and decided that since he didn't know who she was that she'd be safe, "Fine."
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A/n: Hey well that's chapter 8, so what'd ya think? Do tell, please review, and the next chapter should be up within a week I hope. Thanks, you guys rock! Ja!^_^