Scars
Chapter 3:
Mending Scars
By: Yuy Ren
Tossing her jacket onto the stool by the door, Jenna entered her house, noting the dimly lit hallway in front of her. She walked around the house, switching on lights at random, checking bedrooms, bathrooms, and closets, looking for a living creature. Concluding that she was alone, since her parents were apparently out and knowing for a fact that she was an only child, she locked herself in her room and started up her computer.
Game time. she thought happily to herself, going through the various PC game CDs hidden under her bed. Jenna's mother had a strict rule of no games during the week-day and only 1 hour on the weekends. Oh yeah, and also no phone from 5-7 pm, no TV for more than half an hour a night…. Before, she had wondered how other kids managed so well. But it didn't take long before she found out that she was the only 7 year old kid that was not allowed to eat more than two ice cream cones a week.
Sighing, Jenna shook her head. Going through her mothers Rule-List always gave her a slight headache. Upon Jenna's 9th birthday, she noticed that since her parents always came home late, leaving her with hours to herself, there really wasn't anybody around to reinforce those rules. So with her saved up money, she bought games, ice cream, went to the movies, and started living life as a normal kid. As long as her marks didn't drop, her parents would never know. Having kept it up for 8 years, it was starting to grow on her and now, she couldn't imagine life without ….. living.
Placing the CD into the CD-Drive, Jenna prepared for a few hours of fun…
RING!
Ok then… a few seconds of fun.. Sighing, she switched off her computer and made her way toward the door, answering the interrupting bell-ringer.
"Jen! Help me with these groceries." greeted Jenna's mother at the door. "and your Dad called my office earlier. Said that he'd be late. Something about slippery weathermen and cursed roads... or was the other way around.."
"Good to see you too, Mom."
"Have you started on your homework?"
"Yes," Jenna lied. "I'm almost done." she lied again.
"Good. You know I'm going to the parent-teacher interviews tomorrow night. I would like to talk to all your teachers and I expect an excellent report from them."
"Yes, Mom."
"Ok. I'll make dinner. You go finish up your work."
Yeah, I'll go start it. Without another word. Jenna got her schoolbag and started to take out her chemistry textbook, ready to tackle the monstrous pile of homework Mr. Yuy had graciously left for them.
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Maybe I give to little homework. Heero thought to himself as he was marking the quizzes. These are horrible.
There was a knock on the door, answered by Heero's monotonous "Come in." Looking up to see Rofis, the bulldog boy, Heero smirked ever so slightly.
The boy nervously entered the room, abruptly closing the door behind him, only to notice, as he tried to walk, that he caught his T-shirt in the door. Trying to put on a cool façade, he opened the door, pulled on his T-Shirt, and closed it again. However, no eye contact with the teacher was the only hint Heero needed to confirm that the boy was very nervous. Seeming as if Rofis would not be the one to start the conversation, Heero took initiative.
"Nice drawing. I'm told that it had my… facial characteristics." Baka, Duo.
"Um… should I thank you or apologize to you… sir."
Not bothering to respond, Heero pulled out a photograph from his back pocket. He handed it to Rofis, who hesitated, but took it at length. "Those are my friends. They would like you to do a caricature for each of them." Not knowing how Quatre and Duo had talked him into doing this, Heero waited for a response.
"Um… do I get extra credit?"
"I won't deduct marks."
"Will do."
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At a very nervous state, Mrs. Darlian entered the school. Following the-sign-for-lost-parents, she made her way to the school's front office. Entering nervously, she started to ask for Mr. Yuy. But the secretary held up a hand and stopped Mrs. Darlian in mid sentence. Thinking that the secretary's action was very rude, but needing the favor of this large lady, she shut up and waited in silence whilst listening to the secretary talking to someone on the phone.
"No, I can't do that. I'm sorry. This is a school and it is against the rules and regulation. NO. I told you already. I have strict rules to keep me from doing that. No, not even for you."
Mrs. Darlian raised an eyebrow, eyes warming a little. A woman so serious in her work cannot have bad intents.
"NO, I told you, I can't. But… if you want, you can make an arrangement with me for Saturday night. We'll go to that superb restaurant of yours then ok? It's just that if I skip any more hours, I won't get my bonus for this month."
I take that back.
"Yes dear, that will do.. Oh and also don't forget to get… Oh hold on… I've got someone who's waiting…with arms crossed… and tapping feet… OK Dear, I'll have to call you back. Bye, hon. … Yes. How may I help you?"
Deciding not to comment, Mrs. Darlian went ahead with her question. "I would like to find Mr. Yuy, please."
"Take the stairs to your right, over there… no YOUR right. It's the third door down from there. Room 207."
"Thank you." Mrs. Darlian muttered and headed towards the stairs.
The room was not hard to find. It was getting past those students in the hallway that was the hard part. Statistics stand to be true, ¼ of kids are obese.
As she was about to enter room 207, a young man holding a photograph exited, gave her a courteous nod and sprinted down the hall.
"May I help you?"
The closeness of the voice startled Mrs. Darlian. She turned to face Heero, who was standing by the door. Mrs. Darlian nodded curtly. "Yes, I would like to speak to you… about my daughter… Relena Darlian. I do believe you are her teacher."
"Interviews don't start until six."
"I know, but… I feel that I should speak to y—I'm sorry. I… I don't know where to begin."
"Start at the beginning, it's a good place to start." The words surprised Heero, noting mentally that it was not his talking style. Duo must have rubbed off on me.
"Mr. Yuy. Do… oh my gosh… Do you know a man by the name of Odin Lowe?"
Expecting that this was what the conversation was about, but still caught off guard, Heero took a few seconds to get his thoughts straight before responding.
"He was my father."
"Was?"
"He died four years ago."
"Oh I'm so sorry. I… I came here because I was wondering where I could find him… You really do look so much alike."
"Hn."
"I…"
"What does this have to do with Relena?" Heero breathed, already guessing the answer, but needing confirmation from her words.
"Odin Lowe… is… was…her father."
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Rofis ran down the street, heading for the only house he went to when he's fed up with his house. He knows the route so well that if he had to run blindfolded, he'd be able to do it. Crossing the street and all. Half out of breath, he arrived at the door and buzzed the doorbell without hesitancy.
"Jenna, open up!"
There was a click from the inside, then running footsteps, followed by fumbling with the door handle and then a face. "Rove? That you?"
"Yeah, it's me, put your contacts on, dammit. And let me in!"
"Not with that attitude."
Sighing, Rofis gave in. "Look, Jen, I'm real sorry. I just came out of that mad house and all. Cut me some slack, huh?"
Jenna moved back and let him enter. Briefly noting that Rofis wasn't wearing a jacket, and knowing that early-March evenings were not the warmest times, she offered him a sweater, which he gratefully accepted.
"So.." she started, trying to make conversation with her shivering friend. "Is this about your brother or your parents?"
"Both, but I don't want to talk about it, ok?" He muttered and slumped down on her beanbag chair. It had been like this for a long time. Once in a while, Rofis would show up at her door, usually without a jacket and with shoes barely on and hardly ever tied. Even with her parent's ridiculous rules, Rofis' appearance at the house didn't bother them. Jenna never found out the reason behind it. She thought that if she couldn't bring her friends over on week-days, then why would her parents let boys come over any time they want. Actually Jenna thought, backtracking, not every boy. Only one boy. Rofis. Mom and Dad always let Rofis stay here. Probably because we were childhood friends. Still not making much sense out of it, she let the subject drop and turned to do her homework, not minding the shivering guy sitting behind her.
"Damn, this was a crappy day." Rofis sighed, more to himself than to the studying Jenna. "Think I could spend the night here?"
Jenna sighed. "Why do you bother to ask? You know what the answer is considering you've spent the night here at least once every month. The guestroom is practically yours! Why don't you just move in here?"
"Can I?"
"NO! Get outta my room. I'm busy."
"Um… could I borrow a pen? I need to draw a few… caricatures.."
"Fine! Take, take!"
Grabbing a pen from her, Rofis headed out her room and up the stairs to the guestroom/attic on the third floor.
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Knowing for sure that he won't get a good night sleep, Heero sat up from his bed and, noting that it was 2:30 AM, turned on the radio on his night table. Keeping it low so as not to wake up the others, he listened to the soft music for a few moments, letting the conversation of earlier that evening flood back into his mind.
"Relena is my … sister?"
"Half-sister, you share a father."
Heero had been speechless. Even his usual 'Hn.' would not come out from his throat. Relena was 7 years younger than he was. [A.N. Heero = 24, Relena = 17]. It was about eight years ago that his parents divorced. Heero had never found the reason behind it. But now he knew, it was Relena; the girl from an affair.
Nina had been five years old when the divorce occurred. Odin had taken her whilst Heero had to live with his mother. She was a weak woman, in need of someone to take care of her,
and since Odin… I mean… father had graciously left her, all the responsibility was dumped onto me. Heero smirked dryly. Father couldn't even protect Nina. Heero spat. Then, his thoughts went back to Mrs. Darlian. She had a desperate look that even Heero could not ignore. Those pleading eyes were haunting his mind.
"Please, Mr. Yuy. You mustn't tell my daughter. She mustn't know. She mustn't know. I came here to ask of two things. Find Odin and if he was alive, tell him to stay away from Relena. I would tell you the same thing, Mr. Yuy, but since you are her teacher, there isn't anything I can do. But please! You mustn't tell her. I want her to grow up without such troubled thoughts. Please, please don't tell her."
He didn't promise, or say anything in return, but with a grown woman sobbing in his presence, the image itself would never allow him to reveal Mrs. Darlian's burden to her most precious person.
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To be Continued .
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