Author's Note: My computer crashed so I'm using my mom's lap top. I don't
like typing on it cause it has a flat keyboard. Not a good excuse eh? Sorry
for the delay.
Disclaimer: Well I can't say that I won't ever own Saint Tail because there is always the chance that I will buy it off the author one day. Till that moment that might never happen I don't own Saint Tail.
Chapter 12
Meimi's heart ached with every unsure beat of blood. She sat dazed looking out the window of an unfamiliar bus that she had boarded right outside the alleyway. A strong stench of body odor floated from the back of the bus. Meimi turned slightly, so as not to be rude, to see a homeless man lying across the back seats. He was caked with grease and street filth that it almost looked like he had rose from a coal mine. Meimi frowned when she realized she looked like that not too long ago. She shoved her hand in her pocket before standing up and walking over to the man. She withdrew her slender hand that was grasping what little change she had. Meimi gently placed the change in his limp hand. She pushed his rutty fingers across the money, curling the hand into a protective fist.
"Bless you child..." He mumbled in a weak voice. Meimi smiled but felt tears tugging in the corner of her eyes. She quickly sat down in her first seat and remembered why she was on this disgusting bus.
(My mother and father should know. They were always there to protect me. They should know Toko.) She thought confidently.
(How does it feel to be alone and betrayed?) Toko's angry voice shot through her mind.
"Shut up!" She snapped loudly. A few people from the front turned to see the woman who had interrupted their peaceful ride. All she had to do was think of him just to hear that stupid question. Meimi blushed before looking out the window. The tall skyscrapers were receding as the wide stretch of airport came in to view.
(Japan is such a long way away.) She thought and sighed. (But at least it will have some answers.) The bus slowed to stop and Meimi rose from her plastic seat. She gripped the sticky metal bar that eased her off the bus. The wind whipped at her loose hair as it rose to life suddenly. She batted at it frustrated, before walking through the automated glass sliding doors. Since she had no luggage, Meimi walked right to her gate. There, she bought her ticket with her modeling money. She sat down neatly next to a businessman who was arguing over his cell phone. She watched him curtly for a while before he slammed the phone shut.
"What?" He asked rudely.
"Oh! Umm...I was wondering if I could use your phone really quick." She said shyly. The man looked down at his cell phone dumbly before handing it to her silently. "Thank you." She thanked him sweetly before flipping the phone open. The blue light filled the transparent keys as she dialed the familiar number. It rang monotonously before the answer machine picked up. "This is Daiki Asuka. I'm not here right now so leave a message and I might get back to you. Depends on who's calling." The faded recording stated smugly. Meimi smiled when she heard it. The beep told her to start.
"Asuka Jr., this is Meimi. I'm going to Japan to visit my parents. Maybe I can find some stuff out about Toko. I'll be back in a few days. I love you." She said and shut the phone. Meimi gently handed it to the man and smiled. "Thank you again."
"So you're going to Japan? That must be fun." He said gratefully taking his phone back.
"Actually, its quite nerve racking. I haven't seen my parents in so long. Plus, I have a lot of things to deal with." She said softly. She didn't like sharing her story with this person she just met.
"Really? Why don't you tell me? I am a psychiatrist." He offered kindly.
(The last thing I want to do is talk to this man about my past.) Meimi thought, thoroughly annoyed with the idea.
"Sure. That would be a big help." She said lying through her smile.
"Now boarding flight to Seika City." The woman spoke through the microphone in a carefree tone.
"That's my flight." Meimi said apologetically but still relieved.
"What a coincidence, that's where I'm going." He said grabbing his carry-on bag. They walked through the gate side by side, a reluctant smile across her face. Again coincidentally, they sat side by side.
"Should we get started?" The man asked whipping out a pencil and a pad of paper.
"What's that for?" She asked suspiciously.
"This? Oh...it's just for...umm...notes. Completely confidential." He assured her.
"Well, a couple weeks ago, this man named Asuka Jr. found me on a trash pile in an alleyway near his house." She started completely missing the man's pathetic attempt for an excuse.
"Asuka Jr.? Is he of any relation?" He asked while jotting down what she had said.
"I knew him from my childhood, early teenage years to be specific. He's a detective in New York City."
"Did you or do you feel any attraction to him?"
"What does that have anything to do with it?" She asked defensively.
"I'm sorry. But it's just my job to ask questions." He said jotting down a few more notes. The glasses, that were perched at the tip of his thin nose, were pushed up to the bridge of his thin nose by his thin fingers. His dark hair angled his middle-aged face which held his weary eyes that scanned over her.
"What are you writing?" Meimi asked cautiously.
"Notes." He answered shortly.
"About?" She pushed.
"You and your life." He said looking up from the pad. He had a clear look of agitation. She shared the look as she dared to lock eyes with him.
"What could you have possibly learned about me? I've spoken three sentences."
"Well, I know that you do have a thing with this Asuka Jr. I also know that you do not trust people because of something that happened to you recently. I know this because you take on a sweet manner that fools most people. But I know you just want to go back to your old self. One who can trust and just see the best in everyone." He said finishing his winded analysis. Meimi stared at him, her jaw dropped with amusement and amazement.
"You're good." She said ending her gawking stare.
"Well I ought to be good. It's my job." He said perching his glasses higher on his nose again. "Let's continue, shall we?" Meimi nodded enthusiastically. She then poured her story to him. "So this Toko was your husband?" He asked seriously. Meimi nodded sadly. She felt better haven gotten everything off her chest. She even told him about the voices. He was a psychiatrist after all. This fact was quickly disregarded as Meimi continued with her story. "I believe that seeing your parents is the best thing to do right now. They should be of some help." And with that, he gave a quick nod and shut his notepad.
"Thank you so much." She said taking his hand and shaking it a little. "How much do I owe you?"
"It was nothing my dear." He said kissing her palm politely. She gave a small smile, her cheeks flushed with blood.
"Now landing in Seika City. I hope you had an enjoyable ride. Please stay seated until the plane has come to a complete stop." The stewardess said monotonously over the speaker. She seemed bored with her same-thing- every-day job. The plane stopped minutes later. Meimi rose from her isle seat.
"Thank you again. I'll see you later okay?" She said with kindness. She started to move down the isle.
"Wait. When is your return flight? I would like to hear how it went with your parents." The man asked hopefully.
"In three days. Same time." She answered.
(That man is so kind.) She thought while stepping off the plane.
The man watched Meimi exit the plane before holding his cell phone to his ear.
"Hello? Toko? She just got off the plane." He whispered smartly into the phone. A conniving grin spread across his face before he too exited the plane.
Author's Note: Now who's this? Just to tell you, he doesn't exist in the series. I made him up. Teehee I'm having fun with this.
Disclaimer: Well I can't say that I won't ever own Saint Tail because there is always the chance that I will buy it off the author one day. Till that moment that might never happen I don't own Saint Tail.
Chapter 12
Meimi's heart ached with every unsure beat of blood. She sat dazed looking out the window of an unfamiliar bus that she had boarded right outside the alleyway. A strong stench of body odor floated from the back of the bus. Meimi turned slightly, so as not to be rude, to see a homeless man lying across the back seats. He was caked with grease and street filth that it almost looked like he had rose from a coal mine. Meimi frowned when she realized she looked like that not too long ago. She shoved her hand in her pocket before standing up and walking over to the man. She withdrew her slender hand that was grasping what little change she had. Meimi gently placed the change in his limp hand. She pushed his rutty fingers across the money, curling the hand into a protective fist.
"Bless you child..." He mumbled in a weak voice. Meimi smiled but felt tears tugging in the corner of her eyes. She quickly sat down in her first seat and remembered why she was on this disgusting bus.
(My mother and father should know. They were always there to protect me. They should know Toko.) She thought confidently.
(How does it feel to be alone and betrayed?) Toko's angry voice shot through her mind.
"Shut up!" She snapped loudly. A few people from the front turned to see the woman who had interrupted their peaceful ride. All she had to do was think of him just to hear that stupid question. Meimi blushed before looking out the window. The tall skyscrapers were receding as the wide stretch of airport came in to view.
(Japan is such a long way away.) She thought and sighed. (But at least it will have some answers.) The bus slowed to stop and Meimi rose from her plastic seat. She gripped the sticky metal bar that eased her off the bus. The wind whipped at her loose hair as it rose to life suddenly. She batted at it frustrated, before walking through the automated glass sliding doors. Since she had no luggage, Meimi walked right to her gate. There, she bought her ticket with her modeling money. She sat down neatly next to a businessman who was arguing over his cell phone. She watched him curtly for a while before he slammed the phone shut.
"What?" He asked rudely.
"Oh! Umm...I was wondering if I could use your phone really quick." She said shyly. The man looked down at his cell phone dumbly before handing it to her silently. "Thank you." She thanked him sweetly before flipping the phone open. The blue light filled the transparent keys as she dialed the familiar number. It rang monotonously before the answer machine picked up. "This is Daiki Asuka. I'm not here right now so leave a message and I might get back to you. Depends on who's calling." The faded recording stated smugly. Meimi smiled when she heard it. The beep told her to start.
"Asuka Jr., this is Meimi. I'm going to Japan to visit my parents. Maybe I can find some stuff out about Toko. I'll be back in a few days. I love you." She said and shut the phone. Meimi gently handed it to the man and smiled. "Thank you again."
"So you're going to Japan? That must be fun." He said gratefully taking his phone back.
"Actually, its quite nerve racking. I haven't seen my parents in so long. Plus, I have a lot of things to deal with." She said softly. She didn't like sharing her story with this person she just met.
"Really? Why don't you tell me? I am a psychiatrist." He offered kindly.
(The last thing I want to do is talk to this man about my past.) Meimi thought, thoroughly annoyed with the idea.
"Sure. That would be a big help." She said lying through her smile.
"Now boarding flight to Seika City." The woman spoke through the microphone in a carefree tone.
"That's my flight." Meimi said apologetically but still relieved.
"What a coincidence, that's where I'm going." He said grabbing his carry-on bag. They walked through the gate side by side, a reluctant smile across her face. Again coincidentally, they sat side by side.
"Should we get started?" The man asked whipping out a pencil and a pad of paper.
"What's that for?" She asked suspiciously.
"This? Oh...it's just for...umm...notes. Completely confidential." He assured her.
"Well, a couple weeks ago, this man named Asuka Jr. found me on a trash pile in an alleyway near his house." She started completely missing the man's pathetic attempt for an excuse.
"Asuka Jr.? Is he of any relation?" He asked while jotting down what she had said.
"I knew him from my childhood, early teenage years to be specific. He's a detective in New York City."
"Did you or do you feel any attraction to him?"
"What does that have anything to do with it?" She asked defensively.
"I'm sorry. But it's just my job to ask questions." He said jotting down a few more notes. The glasses, that were perched at the tip of his thin nose, were pushed up to the bridge of his thin nose by his thin fingers. His dark hair angled his middle-aged face which held his weary eyes that scanned over her.
"What are you writing?" Meimi asked cautiously.
"Notes." He answered shortly.
"About?" She pushed.
"You and your life." He said looking up from the pad. He had a clear look of agitation. She shared the look as she dared to lock eyes with him.
"What could you have possibly learned about me? I've spoken three sentences."
"Well, I know that you do have a thing with this Asuka Jr. I also know that you do not trust people because of something that happened to you recently. I know this because you take on a sweet manner that fools most people. But I know you just want to go back to your old self. One who can trust and just see the best in everyone." He said finishing his winded analysis. Meimi stared at him, her jaw dropped with amusement and amazement.
"You're good." She said ending her gawking stare.
"Well I ought to be good. It's my job." He said perching his glasses higher on his nose again. "Let's continue, shall we?" Meimi nodded enthusiastically. She then poured her story to him. "So this Toko was your husband?" He asked seriously. Meimi nodded sadly. She felt better haven gotten everything off her chest. She even told him about the voices. He was a psychiatrist after all. This fact was quickly disregarded as Meimi continued with her story. "I believe that seeing your parents is the best thing to do right now. They should be of some help." And with that, he gave a quick nod and shut his notepad.
"Thank you so much." She said taking his hand and shaking it a little. "How much do I owe you?"
"It was nothing my dear." He said kissing her palm politely. She gave a small smile, her cheeks flushed with blood.
"Now landing in Seika City. I hope you had an enjoyable ride. Please stay seated until the plane has come to a complete stop." The stewardess said monotonously over the speaker. She seemed bored with her same-thing- every-day job. The plane stopped minutes later. Meimi rose from her isle seat.
"Thank you again. I'll see you later okay?" She said with kindness. She started to move down the isle.
"Wait. When is your return flight? I would like to hear how it went with your parents." The man asked hopefully.
"In three days. Same time." She answered.
(That man is so kind.) She thought while stepping off the plane.
The man watched Meimi exit the plane before holding his cell phone to his ear.
"Hello? Toko? She just got off the plane." He whispered smartly into the phone. A conniving grin spread across his face before he too exited the plane.
Author's Note: Now who's this? Just to tell you, he doesn't exist in the series. I made him up. Teehee I'm having fun with this.