Author's Note: Hey readers, sorry it took me so long to post part II. I've been real busy getting ready for College.
Okay, enjoy and please review...
"Oh Lord Dio, good morning." Said my late arriving friend. He was sitting on his bed, cleaning his shoes.
"Where were you? Don't you know I had to go see that crazy jezebel of a sister alone?" I asked. I wasn't angry…just a bit ecstatic.
"My mother wanted me." He answered; he seemed to be as humiliated as I was.
"So what did she want?" He asked.
We always swapped horror stories of what the females close to our lives always did. Either talks to us about life, or acted as if they were our mothers: affectionate. Well, for me anyway, cause Delphine is not my mother—nor will she ever be!
"She wanted to talk to me about this stupid hair piece I have to wear when I'm older. It was the same one in my dream by the way." I explained.
"You know, that's the third time you've had that dream involving your sister and that hairpiece. What do you think it is…a sign Lord Dio?" He asked excitedly.
"Probably…just hope that I won't have to dream it or see it anytime soon, or else I'll go crazy!" I said as I walked over to my bed. I allowed myself to fall backwards; my head hitting the mattress first.
"And that's' not all! Do you know what happened next? The one thing that will scar me for life."
"She hugged me."
"What?" Luciola exclaimed. I could tell he was shuddering. "My mother doesn't even hug me!"
"Yes she does! Don't deny it!"
"I've been violated of my personal space!" I said. I exhaled again, feeling my heart beating stronger as my lungs finally relaxed. "Why does she have to be so darn affectionate?
"Well at least it's over…right?" He asked.
"I've got to wash my hair. It's dirty now that she's touched it." I joked.
Luciola turned to me, fixed on what I had just said. Maybe I had said too much.
"Pardon me for saying this Lord Dio, but maybe you're being too hard on her. After all, she is your sister and she loves you." Luciola said.
The room became silent; I thought about what he said for a moment. My sister did take good care of me before Luciola came into my life; maybe I was…harsh.
"You're right Luciola. She's my sister, and she just wants to make me happy. Maybe deep inside that hardened heart of hers, she does have some real compassion she's showing me." I showed a little smile, just to reassure him.
I left him, and went straight to the washroom. The washroom wasn't big as it were perceived to be. It was an average bathroom painted my favorite color, which was a light blue. It reminded me of the skies outside; so vast and endless … and so beautiful. One day, I'll be able to touch it …of course with Luciola's' help.
Not hesitating to wash my hair, I poured the hot water into the bath. Waiting for the water to cool off, I took the golden ornament off of the braid so it wouldn't tarnish, and placed it in the pocket of my clothes.
As I kneeled down in front of the bath, I started to unbraid that part in my hair; I heard the door opened; it was Luciola –now holding a towel.
"Excuse me Lord Dio, I'm just putting this on the table." He said. I heard his footsteps; moving towards the table. He placed it next to where the water basin would have been.
As I grabbed the water pitcher from off of the floor, I leaned over and dipped the pitcher into the bath, feeling its weight as it consumed the now warm water.
"Close your eyes, and hold your breath!" I thought as I lifted the pitcher above my head.
I could feel the water coming down with force; spilling down my neck and practically my whole head. That made me wonder; is this how a fish breathes?
After my hair was washed, Luciola and I played our favorite game; I was always good a chess (I think that's because he always lets me win –kind of takes the fun out of it.)
"You know what Luciola?" I asked him.
"Yes Lord Dio?"
"I hope we stay friends forever Luciola…. can we do that?"
"Of course Lord Dio, I would be delighted to have you as my friend."
I moved my chess piece to the upper left.
"My knight takes your rook." I announced.
Luciola leaned in forward; he made an "Oh man, he got me again" face. I laughed inwardly at his expression.
"And you'll protect me right?" I asked him again.
"Of course."
He moved his knight forward this time, taking out my rook.
"Even from Delphine?"
He stopped, and thought about that one. It didn't take him too long though. He got to his feet, and stood in front of me. I looked up at him, with waiting eyes. What was he going to do? Was I asking too many questions?
He then smiled at me and said, "With my life, I will protect you Lord Dio".
The game unexpectedly, was a draw.
Author's note: I know there are draws in chess (I don't play the game), so please forgive me.