Ulteriour Motives - Chapter 4
(Disclaimer: I own these characters and this story, except the name Ansatsu, which comes from a Yu-Gi-Oh! Card, designed by Kazuki Takahashi.)
"Potential in me? I see. Well, I might as well tell you what is going on, or has been, since you know what I'm feeling anyway."
"Hold it," he commanded. "This is an instinct inflicted with this responsibility. Do you not find yourself aware of people's intentions and feelings before they even make them apparent?" I looked at him, thinking and knowing he was right, not saying a word. "That's what I thought," he smiled. "Now tell me about what the hell is going on," he articulated, picking up his tea once again. I started in:
"Well. ever since I can remember, which is from the time I was quite young, I recall never being happy - always ashamed of happiness. My parents both were killed when I was around the age of four, in a shootout murder in the city. No one knows why the men shot my parents. It seemed random, almost, but I have a feeling that it was nothing of the sort. Anyway, I was taken into the custody of the state and raised in something similar to an orphanage, only better for my parents were allegedly intelligent enough to leave me money. Old money," I said, shrugging.
"I went to school like regular children, obsessing about my outward appearance yet blocking others out emotionally, as I still have some of a tendency to do. It's like an intuition. Of course, because of this and my exceptional grooming, other children usually stayed away from me. I had but one true friend in all of my childhood, teenager years, and early adulthood, but. she is dead now," I said, looking down at my carpet. "She was murdered in a shoot-by in the city as well. There was nothing anyone could do for her; it was right through her stomach. Of course, this left me completely devastated; my life in shambles, but I had to pick myself up and move on no matter how hard it was." I let out a long, speech-inflicting sigh. Mr. Tahashiu looked at me and nodded in understanding. He was either a very good listener; could block people out; or understood what I was saying. I expected the latter, by what he'd told me. Hearing no resistance for my speaking, I decided to continue.
(Disclaimer: I own these characters and this story, except the name Ansatsu, which comes from a Yu-Gi-Oh! Card, designed by Kazuki Takahashi.)
"Potential in me? I see. Well, I might as well tell you what is going on, or has been, since you know what I'm feeling anyway."
"Hold it," he commanded. "This is an instinct inflicted with this responsibility. Do you not find yourself aware of people's intentions and feelings before they even make them apparent?" I looked at him, thinking and knowing he was right, not saying a word. "That's what I thought," he smiled. "Now tell me about what the hell is going on," he articulated, picking up his tea once again. I started in:
"Well. ever since I can remember, which is from the time I was quite young, I recall never being happy - always ashamed of happiness. My parents both were killed when I was around the age of four, in a shootout murder in the city. No one knows why the men shot my parents. It seemed random, almost, but I have a feeling that it was nothing of the sort. Anyway, I was taken into the custody of the state and raised in something similar to an orphanage, only better for my parents were allegedly intelligent enough to leave me money. Old money," I said, shrugging.
"I went to school like regular children, obsessing about my outward appearance yet blocking others out emotionally, as I still have some of a tendency to do. It's like an intuition. Of course, because of this and my exceptional grooming, other children usually stayed away from me. I had but one true friend in all of my childhood, teenager years, and early adulthood, but. she is dead now," I said, looking down at my carpet. "She was murdered in a shoot-by in the city as well. There was nothing anyone could do for her; it was right through her stomach. Of course, this left me completely devastated; my life in shambles, but I had to pick myself up and move on no matter how hard it was." I let out a long, speech-inflicting sigh. Mr. Tahashiu looked at me and nodded in understanding. He was either a very good listener; could block people out; or understood what I was saying. I expected the latter, by what he'd told me. Hearing no resistance for my speaking, I decided to continue.
