Note: Heh heh, well I haven't really thought about what exactly to call my next story after the sequel, which I know is probably called...trilogy right? I dunno. Anyways, here's a little taste of the prologue to the upcoming story...the Jiro Saga! LOL! I like dat! ;) Well, okay it's sort of an epilogue for this story, but more of an prologue too...get it? Well, whatever, here it is anyways! ^^
Chapter 10 - Akina and Jesse
What did men feel about this? What did they feel when they first heard that their wives' water had broke after nine months of waiting? For all he knew, it could be the same thing he was feeling right now...
Fear, anxiety, happiness.
Those were the primary things Eriol Hiragizawa was feeling right now as he ran down the hallway of the Lansbury hospital. He passed by nurses, rooms with sickly patients inside and other Doctors who were going the other way because of certain emergencies. Ahead, just at the end of the hall, was a door, where Sakura, Syaoran and their two year old daughter were waiting. The little girl's tiny hands were grasped tightly around her mother's as she watched the tall, familiar looking man approaching.
"Eriol!" Sakura called. She noticed the twenty three year old man turning another year in two weeks with a look of worry. His hair was disheveled, while the black tie around his neck hung loosely around his shirt collar; the white collar was unbuttoned at the very top and his glasses were almost ready to fall off of his nose. The brown haired woman noticed him immediately straightening his glasses.
The dark haired man peeked over her shoulders. "Is she in there?" he asked.
Sakura and Syaoran both nodded (Syaoran being silent). Eriol glanced at their young daughter, Eiko and patted the top of her head before opening the door to the room where Tomoyo had gone inside. He was not surprised, however when he heard Tomoyo's soft cries of pain from across the room and was not surprised when one slipper managed to make contact with his head. Eriol winced and looked at Tomoyo, who was staring at him...no, make that, GLARING at him with her deep, purplish eyes.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?" she screamed, grinding the top of her teeth against the bottom once. She grasped her hands tightly around the bed sheets and moaned much louder again.
"Breathe," another voice spoke. Eriol glanced at a female Doctor looking in between her legs that were spread apart in front of her.
"I apologize, my dear.. I-"
"I DON'T NEED YOUR EXCUSES! JUST COME HERE!" Tomoyo hissed, patting a spot beside her harshly.
Eriol ran to her side and kissed the top of her forehead, taking the chance to take one of her hands into his and squeezing it gently, which she squeezed much harder than he expected. The dark haired man yelped at Tomoyo's strength, but managed to keep a straight face. He could hear Tomoyo mumbling, 'Please get it out, please get it out!'
"You'll have to calm down, Mrs. Hiragizawa. Please, calm down..." the Doctor pleaded. But Tomoyo continued to growl, mumbling for it to come out repeatedly. Eriol sighed, gently placing a hand against her forehead and closed his eyes. Immediately, Tomoyo calmed down. The Doctor, realizing that the noise had toned down a bit from the strong, small woman, looked up to see Eriol nodding towards her. She was a bit confused at what happened, but continued to assist her with the labor. "Okay, Tomoyo, your baby is almost out. I want you to push as hard as you can, okay?"
Tomoyo nodded obediently and even though she felt relaxed for a while, it still hurt like hell. How do women go through this process and lived to tell about it? With one last power, the young woman gripped her hands even tighter around the bed sheet and around Eriol's large ones, which almost made tears fall from his eyes...almost... Tomoyo pushed, gritting her teeth even more as she felt one final, yet seething pain in between her legs. Seconds, later, a small sound appeared from underneath her. Sweat poured quickly from the sides of Tomoyo's face and she collapsed back down against the pillow...tired from the hard labor for almost three long hours...most of which Eriol had missed, but she was glad he made it anyway. It was better than him not being there for the birth of their child.
Eriol looked up at the sound of their baby crying. He watched the Doctor take a cloth from the side and wiping the blood from the small body, while at the same time, cutting the umbilical chord attached to Tomoyo. "You have a beautiful daughter here," the female Doctor spoke, smiling up at them. She stood up, cradling the baby in her arms and handed the baby gently to Tomoyo, who thanked her in a hushed whisper.
"A daughter," the dark haired man whispered, taking a deep breath. Eriol kissed the top of his wife's forehead and stared at the baby in Tomoyo's arms. She was beautiful, a combination of his hair color and her mother's. Her eyes were still closed, still getting used to the new world around her. Tomoyo looked up and smiled, leaning forward to kiss her husband on the lips.
"I've thought of a name for her," she whispered.
The husband nodded, leaning his head closer to her and playing with their new baby's little tiny fingers. Compared to him, his hands could completely wrap itself around both her tiny hands. That's when she opened her eyes, seeing the world for the first time in her new life, slowly and stared straight towards the strange man smiling at her. Eriol noticed that her eyes were much like his, except much lighter. She had the beauty of her mother indeed, with her really tiny, curly strands of dark hair framing her chubby face. "What's her name?" Eriol finally asked, leaning towards their daughter and kissing her little tiny cheek.
"Akina..." Tomoyo replied, softly.
The dark haired man nodded. Akina Hiragizawa. It was a beautiful name...simple, yet elegant for their daughter. Akina was the flower that represented strenght and beauty... a white flower that bloomed every winter and would return every fall to make the world beautiful with its white petals. "Akina's a beautiful name for her," Eriol whispered back. He smiled, gently grasping her tiny hands as they reached out to curiously touch him. "Hello, Akina," he greeted, kissing the tips of her little fingers.
Akina did not answer, instead, she stretched and yawned, before sleeping back into her mother's arms. Eriol chuckled at the utter cuteness of it all for such a simple little gesture. Tomoyo giggled too and she reached with her gentle hands to caress Akina's baby cheek. She turned her head back towards Eriol and nodded to the direction of the baby. "Would you like to hold her?"
Eriol smiled and nodded, leaning down towards his wife. He scooped her up in his arms gently and began cradling her there. He stared at Akina...a flower blooming at the perfect combination of sun and rain. Akina...the beautiful creation of himself and Tomoyo.
It was also the same flower's name that he gave to her on their first 'official' date, delivered straight from Japan, because, other than Sakura blossoms, Tomoyo's other favorite flower was indeed, Akina.
Eriol stared at their baby's small form and felt heavy drops of tears fall from his eyes. He didn't know why he was crying, but all he knew that it was definitely tears of happiness.
This was the reason he still existed here on earth...
To make a new life and to take care of that new life until he died.
He had been staring at their baby for a while, that he hadn't realized that his wife had fallen asleep from the long hours of labor. Eriol smiled, leaning down slowly to kiss Tomoyo softly on the lips.
Eriol heard a gentle knock on the door. Eriol looked up at the sound of footsteps making their way inside. Sakura was the only one who went in and Eriol figured only a few people were allowed inside a room, in order to keep the patient from feeling aggravated. Syaoran and their daughter, Eiko chose to stay outside to let Tomoyo's best friend inside instead. "Hello, Sakura," Eriol greeted with his smile still plastered on his face.
Sakura approached him and smiled at the sight of their new baby girl. "Kawaii!" the brown haired woman squealed. Eriol lifted up his fingers against his lips and nodded his head towards the sleeping Tomoyo. Sakura nodded and looked back down at the baby in the man's arms. "What is her name, Eriol?"
"Akina," Eriol replied proudly. "Tomoyo chose it and I think it's quite beautiful."
The brown haired woman nodded, smiling back. "It is quite beautiful. How is she?" she asked, indicating Tomoyo's sleeping form on the bed beside Eriol.
Eriol nodded. "She'll be just fine. She was just tired from all that work she had to be put through. I may not understand who women feel when they give birth, but this I know...that it's VERY painful!" He glanced at his right hand that was nearly crushed from Tomoyo's hard grip and winced when he realized it was now colored in purple.
Sakura laughed. "Yes it definitely is!" she retorted, touching the soft rounds of her stomach. Eriol nodded, almost forgetting that the Clow Mistress was pregnant once again with her and Syaoran's second child. She was due in five months.
They heard a second knock on the door and a young blond nurse came bouncing in, smiling. "I have to take her in now so Doctor Warner can examine her and make sure nothing's wrong. Is that all right with you, sir?"
Eriol nodded. "Of course." He handed the sleeping baby to the nurse and watched as she gently disappeared with Akina behind the now closed door. Sakura looked at him and suddenly embraced him. "Congratulations, Eriol-kun!"
Eriol embraced her back. "Thank you," he whispered. He glanced behind him at Tomoyo, then went back to her side, gently taking her hands in his and squeezing it just slightly, because his right hand was still bruised.
"If you need anything, Eriol, Syaoran and I will be down at the cafeteria."
The dark haired man nodded. "All right. Thank you again, Sakura."
The brown haired woman nodded and left the room. If it wasn't for her, then Tomoyo could have given birth inside a supermarket somewhere. Sakura had luckily come by with her husband and daughter for a little short visit from China for the Spring and ended up finding the pregnant woman on the floor, water dripping from between her legs. She was immediately rushed to the hospital with a rather nervous Syaoran. She explained to Eriol, that even with the birth of their daughter, Eiko, her husband was a nervous wreck. Syaoran did not like being in the same room with a woman getting ready to give birth. That thought made Eriol laugh as he leaned his back against the wall, next to his wife and laid there until he fell asleep completely.
He would have to be off work for a few months to take care of Akina, but that thought didn't bother him. It was even wonderful to spend time with his daughter, helping Tomoyo with her, rather than being in a room full of angsty teenagers.
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"Congratulations, Hiragizawa!" Frank Conelly of the English department shook Eriol's hand and smiled. He was one of the nicest teachers in Lansbury Secondary, only second to Dana Miles, who was so nice that she even volunteered to teach Eriol's class for a while until he returned from his maternity leave. Eriol, however, refused that idea, because Dana Miles was pregnant and was due soon as well with her first child. It was even difficult for a single, twenty five year old mother to work and take care of her baby at the same time. Eriol decided to turn her charms towards the outgoing substitute teacher, Robert "Robby" Freeman, whom all the students, especially the girls adored. Robert was the second best choice on his list, because no one else could be more right than Freeman. He was the youngest out of all the teachers, even younger than Eriol at twenty one and even though he was just a substitute teacher, he was qualified to be a full time teacher for a few months. The dark haired man immediately approached the head of the school board about his decision, having to prove Robert's excellent teaching skills by telling them some past lessons Eriol remembered seeing him do, such as Math and Social Studies.
"Thank you, Frank," he replied, shaking himself away from his trance and taking a sip of his morning coffee.
"So, when are you leaving, Eriol?" a familiar voice spoke from the doorway. Both men looked up at the sound and noticed Robert Freeman stepping inside the room with his usual, 'happy go-lucky' attitude. Just as Eriol suspected, the tall man poured some of his own coffee from his own mug and sipped it dry in twenty seconds. Eriol can never understand how he does it. If Robert was a magician, he would be using magic by now just to fool the audience.
"I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm going to pick up Tomoyo and Akina up from the hospital."
"Akina? That's a cute name!" Dana said, clasping her hands in front of her like a child. "It's Japanese right?"
Eriol nodded at the most obvious question. "Yeah, it's my wife's favorite flower from Japan so we decided to name her that."
After school, he was glad to have left the building without any regrets. The students and the teachers had told him he was going to be missed terribly and that no one could ever replace him. The twenty-three year old teacher packed up his things-- books, pencils, notes...anything that would remind him of the school he was going to miss for a few months, stuffing them inside the typical square box he was provided and looked around his classroom for the last time. He left quietly through the halls and into the quiet afternoon of London. Spring was in full bloom as he noticed beautiful flowers making beautiful decor on the grass, just in front of the school. Eriol went to his car and placed the box full of his stuff at the back and hopped inside.
Then, after making himself comfortable inside the BMW, he stopped just in time to see someone very familiar just walking on the other side of the street. She was a woman, maybe in her mid thirties, with short blond hair, holding a four year old's hand. The woman seemed to have noticed him watching her as she turned his way. Eriol immediately recognized Victoria Converse, the Detective he encountered five years ago. She, too must have recognized him, because she smiled and nodded her head slightly to acknowledge his presence. Eriol nodded back, glancing quickly at the little boy she was holding hands with. He had the deepest chocolate eyes and very dark hair. He almost looks as if he was Japanese, or maybe he was dreaming.
Removing that thought, Eriol closed the door to his side and drove off, putting his mind back to his wife and his new daughter...
Akina.
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"There will never be an end to this..." a voice spoke.
A little boy whimpered. Where was this voice coming from? He was scared. He wanted the voice to leave him alone. But it wouldn't. It wouldn't stop haunting him. "Mommy..." he whispered, sniffling in sadness. He tossed and turned, whimpering his mother's name once in a while when the voice grew louder and forceful.
The door silently opened. Victoria approached her son carefully and sat down beside his shivering form. She lifted him up slowly and turned him around to face her, then wrapped her arms around the little boy. Victoria rubbed her son's back and said," Shhhh, it's going to be all right, Jesse. There, there."
Jesse looked up, his eyes so innocent and so young, full of sadness and fear. "Mommy... It's him again. It's him. He wants me to hurt someone."
Victoria hugged him tightly and closed her eyes. "No one will let you do that. I won't let them," she whispered in his tiny ear.
The young boy sniffed, wrapping his own tiny arms around his mother. "Promise?"
The blond mother nodded. "I promise."
GoodGurl: Hm.......interesting, ne? Heh heh, well you might have to wait much longer for the anticipating uh...sequel to this sequel! heh heh! It's going to get even betta....I hope! @_@
Chapter 10 - Akina and Jesse
What did men feel about this? What did they feel when they first heard that their wives' water had broke after nine months of waiting? For all he knew, it could be the same thing he was feeling right now...
Fear, anxiety, happiness.
Those were the primary things Eriol Hiragizawa was feeling right now as he ran down the hallway of the Lansbury hospital. He passed by nurses, rooms with sickly patients inside and other Doctors who were going the other way because of certain emergencies. Ahead, just at the end of the hall, was a door, where Sakura, Syaoran and their two year old daughter were waiting. The little girl's tiny hands were grasped tightly around her mother's as she watched the tall, familiar looking man approaching.
"Eriol!" Sakura called. She noticed the twenty three year old man turning another year in two weeks with a look of worry. His hair was disheveled, while the black tie around his neck hung loosely around his shirt collar; the white collar was unbuttoned at the very top and his glasses were almost ready to fall off of his nose. The brown haired woman noticed him immediately straightening his glasses.
The dark haired man peeked over her shoulders. "Is she in there?" he asked.
Sakura and Syaoran both nodded (Syaoran being silent). Eriol glanced at their young daughter, Eiko and patted the top of her head before opening the door to the room where Tomoyo had gone inside. He was not surprised, however when he heard Tomoyo's soft cries of pain from across the room and was not surprised when one slipper managed to make contact with his head. Eriol winced and looked at Tomoyo, who was staring at him...no, make that, GLARING at him with her deep, purplish eyes.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?" she screamed, grinding the top of her teeth against the bottom once. She grasped her hands tightly around the bed sheets and moaned much louder again.
"Breathe," another voice spoke. Eriol glanced at a female Doctor looking in between her legs that were spread apart in front of her.
"I apologize, my dear.. I-"
"I DON'T NEED YOUR EXCUSES! JUST COME HERE!" Tomoyo hissed, patting a spot beside her harshly.
Eriol ran to her side and kissed the top of her forehead, taking the chance to take one of her hands into his and squeezing it gently, which she squeezed much harder than he expected. The dark haired man yelped at Tomoyo's strength, but managed to keep a straight face. He could hear Tomoyo mumbling, 'Please get it out, please get it out!'
"You'll have to calm down, Mrs. Hiragizawa. Please, calm down..." the Doctor pleaded. But Tomoyo continued to growl, mumbling for it to come out repeatedly. Eriol sighed, gently placing a hand against her forehead and closed his eyes. Immediately, Tomoyo calmed down. The Doctor, realizing that the noise had toned down a bit from the strong, small woman, looked up to see Eriol nodding towards her. She was a bit confused at what happened, but continued to assist her with the labor. "Okay, Tomoyo, your baby is almost out. I want you to push as hard as you can, okay?"
Tomoyo nodded obediently and even though she felt relaxed for a while, it still hurt like hell. How do women go through this process and lived to tell about it? With one last power, the young woman gripped her hands even tighter around the bed sheet and around Eriol's large ones, which almost made tears fall from his eyes...almost... Tomoyo pushed, gritting her teeth even more as she felt one final, yet seething pain in between her legs. Seconds, later, a small sound appeared from underneath her. Sweat poured quickly from the sides of Tomoyo's face and she collapsed back down against the pillow...tired from the hard labor for almost three long hours...most of which Eriol had missed, but she was glad he made it anyway. It was better than him not being there for the birth of their child.
Eriol looked up at the sound of their baby crying. He watched the Doctor take a cloth from the side and wiping the blood from the small body, while at the same time, cutting the umbilical chord attached to Tomoyo. "You have a beautiful daughter here," the female Doctor spoke, smiling up at them. She stood up, cradling the baby in her arms and handed the baby gently to Tomoyo, who thanked her in a hushed whisper.
"A daughter," the dark haired man whispered, taking a deep breath. Eriol kissed the top of his wife's forehead and stared at the baby in Tomoyo's arms. She was beautiful, a combination of his hair color and her mother's. Her eyes were still closed, still getting used to the new world around her. Tomoyo looked up and smiled, leaning forward to kiss her husband on the lips.
"I've thought of a name for her," she whispered.
The husband nodded, leaning his head closer to her and playing with their new baby's little tiny fingers. Compared to him, his hands could completely wrap itself around both her tiny hands. That's when she opened her eyes, seeing the world for the first time in her new life, slowly and stared straight towards the strange man smiling at her. Eriol noticed that her eyes were much like his, except much lighter. She had the beauty of her mother indeed, with her really tiny, curly strands of dark hair framing her chubby face. "What's her name?" Eriol finally asked, leaning towards their daughter and kissing her little tiny cheek.
"Akina..." Tomoyo replied, softly.
The dark haired man nodded. Akina Hiragizawa. It was a beautiful name...simple, yet elegant for their daughter. Akina was the flower that represented strenght and beauty... a white flower that bloomed every winter and would return every fall to make the world beautiful with its white petals. "Akina's a beautiful name for her," Eriol whispered back. He smiled, gently grasping her tiny hands as they reached out to curiously touch him. "Hello, Akina," he greeted, kissing the tips of her little fingers.
Akina did not answer, instead, she stretched and yawned, before sleeping back into her mother's arms. Eriol chuckled at the utter cuteness of it all for such a simple little gesture. Tomoyo giggled too and she reached with her gentle hands to caress Akina's baby cheek. She turned her head back towards Eriol and nodded to the direction of the baby. "Would you like to hold her?"
Eriol smiled and nodded, leaning down towards his wife. He scooped her up in his arms gently and began cradling her there. He stared at Akina...a flower blooming at the perfect combination of sun and rain. Akina...the beautiful creation of himself and Tomoyo.
It was also the same flower's name that he gave to her on their first 'official' date, delivered straight from Japan, because, other than Sakura blossoms, Tomoyo's other favorite flower was indeed, Akina.
Eriol stared at their baby's small form and felt heavy drops of tears fall from his eyes. He didn't know why he was crying, but all he knew that it was definitely tears of happiness.
This was the reason he still existed here on earth...
To make a new life and to take care of that new life until he died.
He had been staring at their baby for a while, that he hadn't realized that his wife had fallen asleep from the long hours of labor. Eriol smiled, leaning down slowly to kiss Tomoyo softly on the lips.
Eriol heard a gentle knock on the door. Eriol looked up at the sound of footsteps making their way inside. Sakura was the only one who went in and Eriol figured only a few people were allowed inside a room, in order to keep the patient from feeling aggravated. Syaoran and their daughter, Eiko chose to stay outside to let Tomoyo's best friend inside instead. "Hello, Sakura," Eriol greeted with his smile still plastered on his face.
Sakura approached him and smiled at the sight of their new baby girl. "Kawaii!" the brown haired woman squealed. Eriol lifted up his fingers against his lips and nodded his head towards the sleeping Tomoyo. Sakura nodded and looked back down at the baby in the man's arms. "What is her name, Eriol?"
"Akina," Eriol replied proudly. "Tomoyo chose it and I think it's quite beautiful."
The brown haired woman nodded, smiling back. "It is quite beautiful. How is she?" she asked, indicating Tomoyo's sleeping form on the bed beside Eriol.
Eriol nodded. "She'll be just fine. She was just tired from all that work she had to be put through. I may not understand who women feel when they give birth, but this I know...that it's VERY painful!" He glanced at his right hand that was nearly crushed from Tomoyo's hard grip and winced when he realized it was now colored in purple.
Sakura laughed. "Yes it definitely is!" she retorted, touching the soft rounds of her stomach. Eriol nodded, almost forgetting that the Clow Mistress was pregnant once again with her and Syaoran's second child. She was due in five months.
They heard a second knock on the door and a young blond nurse came bouncing in, smiling. "I have to take her in now so Doctor Warner can examine her and make sure nothing's wrong. Is that all right with you, sir?"
Eriol nodded. "Of course." He handed the sleeping baby to the nurse and watched as she gently disappeared with Akina behind the now closed door. Sakura looked at him and suddenly embraced him. "Congratulations, Eriol-kun!"
Eriol embraced her back. "Thank you," he whispered. He glanced behind him at Tomoyo, then went back to her side, gently taking her hands in his and squeezing it just slightly, because his right hand was still bruised.
"If you need anything, Eriol, Syaoran and I will be down at the cafeteria."
The dark haired man nodded. "All right. Thank you again, Sakura."
The brown haired woman nodded and left the room. If it wasn't for her, then Tomoyo could have given birth inside a supermarket somewhere. Sakura had luckily come by with her husband and daughter for a little short visit from China for the Spring and ended up finding the pregnant woman on the floor, water dripping from between her legs. She was immediately rushed to the hospital with a rather nervous Syaoran. She explained to Eriol, that even with the birth of their daughter, Eiko, her husband was a nervous wreck. Syaoran did not like being in the same room with a woman getting ready to give birth. That thought made Eriol laugh as he leaned his back against the wall, next to his wife and laid there until he fell asleep completely.
He would have to be off work for a few months to take care of Akina, but that thought didn't bother him. It was even wonderful to spend time with his daughter, helping Tomoyo with her, rather than being in a room full of angsty teenagers.
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"Congratulations, Hiragizawa!" Frank Conelly of the English department shook Eriol's hand and smiled. He was one of the nicest teachers in Lansbury Secondary, only second to Dana Miles, who was so nice that she even volunteered to teach Eriol's class for a while until he returned from his maternity leave. Eriol, however, refused that idea, because Dana Miles was pregnant and was due soon as well with her first child. It was even difficult for a single, twenty five year old mother to work and take care of her baby at the same time. Eriol decided to turn her charms towards the outgoing substitute teacher, Robert "Robby" Freeman, whom all the students, especially the girls adored. Robert was the second best choice on his list, because no one else could be more right than Freeman. He was the youngest out of all the teachers, even younger than Eriol at twenty one and even though he was just a substitute teacher, he was qualified to be a full time teacher for a few months. The dark haired man immediately approached the head of the school board about his decision, having to prove Robert's excellent teaching skills by telling them some past lessons Eriol remembered seeing him do, such as Math and Social Studies.
"Thank you, Frank," he replied, shaking himself away from his trance and taking a sip of his morning coffee.
"So, when are you leaving, Eriol?" a familiar voice spoke from the doorway. Both men looked up at the sound and noticed Robert Freeman stepping inside the room with his usual, 'happy go-lucky' attitude. Just as Eriol suspected, the tall man poured some of his own coffee from his own mug and sipped it dry in twenty seconds. Eriol can never understand how he does it. If Robert was a magician, he would be using magic by now just to fool the audience.
"I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm going to pick up Tomoyo and Akina up from the hospital."
"Akina? That's a cute name!" Dana said, clasping her hands in front of her like a child. "It's Japanese right?"
Eriol nodded at the most obvious question. "Yeah, it's my wife's favorite flower from Japan so we decided to name her that."
After school, he was glad to have left the building without any regrets. The students and the teachers had told him he was going to be missed terribly and that no one could ever replace him. The twenty-three year old teacher packed up his things-- books, pencils, notes...anything that would remind him of the school he was going to miss for a few months, stuffing them inside the typical square box he was provided and looked around his classroom for the last time. He left quietly through the halls and into the quiet afternoon of London. Spring was in full bloom as he noticed beautiful flowers making beautiful decor on the grass, just in front of the school. Eriol went to his car and placed the box full of his stuff at the back and hopped inside.
Then, after making himself comfortable inside the BMW, he stopped just in time to see someone very familiar just walking on the other side of the street. She was a woman, maybe in her mid thirties, with short blond hair, holding a four year old's hand. The woman seemed to have noticed him watching her as she turned his way. Eriol immediately recognized Victoria Converse, the Detective he encountered five years ago. She, too must have recognized him, because she smiled and nodded her head slightly to acknowledge his presence. Eriol nodded back, glancing quickly at the little boy she was holding hands with. He had the deepest chocolate eyes and very dark hair. He almost looks as if he was Japanese, or maybe he was dreaming.
Removing that thought, Eriol closed the door to his side and drove off, putting his mind back to his wife and his new daughter...
Akina.
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"There will never be an end to this..." a voice spoke.
A little boy whimpered. Where was this voice coming from? He was scared. He wanted the voice to leave him alone. But it wouldn't. It wouldn't stop haunting him. "Mommy..." he whispered, sniffling in sadness. He tossed and turned, whimpering his mother's name once in a while when the voice grew louder and forceful.
The door silently opened. Victoria approached her son carefully and sat down beside his shivering form. She lifted him up slowly and turned him around to face her, then wrapped her arms around the little boy. Victoria rubbed her son's back and said," Shhhh, it's going to be all right, Jesse. There, there."
Jesse looked up, his eyes so innocent and so young, full of sadness and fear. "Mommy... It's him again. It's him. He wants me to hurt someone."
Victoria hugged him tightly and closed her eyes. "No one will let you do that. I won't let them," she whispered in his tiny ear.
The young boy sniffed, wrapping his own tiny arms around his mother. "Promise?"
The blond mother nodded. "I promise."
GoodGurl: Hm.......interesting, ne? Heh heh, well you might have to wait much longer for the anticipating uh...sequel to this sequel! heh heh! It's going to get even betta....I hope! @_@
