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A Sort of Abandonment
by Uisge Sgriobhaiche
Thirty minutes. I was right. Unfortunately, I had no clue what I was going to do. Yohji obviously didn't remember me. What would I do? Run up to him and expect him to get back the memories of me when I kissed him? Could I honestly expect him to just accept me saying "Hi, we were lovers, then there was an accident, and I thought you were dead, Birman told me you were, but you're not. Do you want to get back together?"
Abyssinan had never dealt with this. He was just a facade to hide me, and he did it well. Had done it well for the past four months. I had no clue how to deal with anyone other than Ken and Omi, honestly, and while I knew Yohji... I knew the Yohji he had been, not whoever he was now.
I parked my car at a shopping center a mile away, choosing to walk to the small house that Omi had directed me to. It was nice, surrounded by trees and a decent expanse of yard. There was a section of garden, with ample hiding places throughout it, I just had to be careful of the numerous ponds decorating it. A girl was outside, standing on her porch, tapping her foot.
Kaili, I presumed. The girl that I was already beginning to envy. She lived with my Yohji, were they lovers?
My answer came as he came outside, smiling at her crookedly, "I thought you left."
"I did, but my car started dying, so I came back. Fia is on her way to get me."
"Ah, so I see."
"Ah! There she is!" Kaili exclaimed as a car pulled up along the small driveway. Yohji shook his head, laughing, and ducked back into the house, presumably to put on something other than the boxers he wore.
A gorgeous girl got out of the car, smiling at Kaili, "Bonjour!"
They both laughed at the French coming from the Japanese girl's mouth, obviously a joke of theirs. They kissed, and I was no longer in fear of her being Yohji's lover, and they got into the car, pulling off.
Yohji came back out, wearing jeans. His chest... bare... how I have missed him. I ached to run up to him, to throw my arms around him and have him tell me that he was back, it was ok.
But I remained perched in the tree I'd climbed, hidden by the leaves.
He pulled his hair back, high and tight up on his head, and I wanted to yell at him! No, you don't wear your hair that high, or that tight... you were it low and loose... it gives you a headache to wear it that high.
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I pulled my hair back, pulled out a cigarette, and collapsed against the swing in the yard that Kaili had insisted on. It was rather comfortable... I definitely wouldn't complain about it.
It was one of those rare days where I felt like working, but being very well settled in the money department (apparently Birman had taken care of me, filing all the right suits against all the right people, while I was in a coma) I hadn't bothered to get a job. Who would want a job when you could laze about without worrying?
I got up, moving about in the garden closest to our house a bit... Kaili was very, very fond of gardens and flowers, and I was surprisingly good at identifying flowers and weeds and tending the flowers, so we had more gardens than anyone else in the small neighborhood. Which was quite a feat in the neighborhood we lived in.
The garden closest to the house was a nice array of wild orchids that Kaili had loved, and I was oddly drawn to them as well. I fiddled around, uprooting some weeds, trying not to think about the dreams I'd been having. I was too annoyed, and surprised by that man's existence, to begin a new journal.
It took effort, but I managed to push the visions from my head, and lose myself in the gardening.
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I couldn't help it, I couldn't just sit back and watch. I had to talk to him...
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My humming stopped, as I heard footsteps, my hand sliding to wrap around the shovel as the hairs on my neck stood up.
I stood, cautiously turning, and there, in front of me... it was him.
Red hair, violet eyes, pale skin...
My heart stopped, and he opened his mouth to speak.
To Be Continued
Author's Note: Short, yea, but oh well. Please review, and I'll post more!
