Chapter two..A New Encounter
The bathroom door creaked as I sleepily pushed it open. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. it felt as if I hadn't slept in years. I had been restless last night.. depression fading in and out of my emotions. I adjusted the water and let it run into the bathtub for a few moments before pulling on the shower thingy, sending little streams of water into the air. I slid my pajamas off and left them in a heap on the floor as I reached for my brush and combed the tangles out of my hair. It needed to be cut. I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water fall freely onto my body. The steam from the shower clouded my mine, and I recalled the events from last night...
..."Yes dad, what is it?"
He was crying, again. I couldn't help but wonder what had made him so upset, but there was an aching notion in the back of my mind that told me id rather not bring up the sensitive subject. I took a step closer. He was sitting in a chair by the fireplace. My mother's old chair. I looked down.
"Is there something I can get for you?"
He trembled. I grabbed the blanket from the couch and covered his legs and part of his waist with it. Then I proceeded to take up the bottle of vodka on the floor and the glass in his hand, when he pulled me into a tight embrace. I hesitated, but hugged him back, thinking that all he was looking for was support. I thought that.. until the moment he kissed me. I pulled away.. my eyes wide. Why did he just do that? He used to kiss me when I was little, but that was just the love between a dad and his little girl. We had lost that love somewhere along the way. But this was different. This frightened me. I didn't think he should be doing that. I turned to leave, vodka bottle still in hand, along with the cup, the acrid taste still ruminating on my lips. I heard my dad collapse on the floor, and I glanced back as he said
" You're all I have left Tea, I love you more than my life. You look so much like your mother..."
and with that his brain shut him down, and he fell into a deep healing sleep. After a few moments, I went to the kitchen, put the dirty cup in the sink, poured the vodka down the drain, and threw away the bottle that the disgusting liquid had once been kept in...
The sun fell lightly on my face as I walked to open my window. The cool air felt nice against my body{A/N- she has a towel on..sheesh!}. I went to my closet...
"Hmm.."
I said quietly to myself
" Its such a nice day..i should wear..this..this..and oh! these shoes."
I laid my outfit down on the floor. A purple and black pleated skirt..with the purple plaid color being the dominate, a white spaghetti-strap type shirt ( not like Mai's), and some light purple flip-flops, with about an inch and a half platform.
I had decided to go to the park. Since it was still early, around 8:30 or so, I figured that the park would probably not be very crowded. I could pack some breakfast, relax in the grass, and think. I packed an apple, a breakfast roll, some rice crackers, and a thermos full of tea.
Once I arrived at the park, I found myself drawn towards an oak tree. I sat at the base, leaning my back up against it. I pulled out my roll, but just as I was about to take a bite..i hesitated. I sensed a pair of eyes watching me. I looked around, but I could see no one. Nor could I hear anyone except for birds and the occasional chipmunk or squirrel. I tried to shake the feeling that I was being watched, but my mind would not let me. it was at this moment that my head raised and I came face to face with a pale, white-haired boy with chocolate brown eyes and a sweet smile.
' I was wondering if you could give me directions?"
he asked, with a bit of a British accent.
" Uh..heh..um..sure. where do you need to go?"
I responded, still trying to slow my heart from the scare that boy had just given me.
" well.. I'm new here, and I was just wondering if you knew of any nice places where I could get a little breakfast"
"Oh..ya! theres actually a new cafe-type deal open just a few blocks from here..i haven't tried it yet, but I've heard that its pretty good."
" Oh..well.. I don't suppose you would like you join me..would you?..um.. I don't believe I know your name.."
He has such a hopeful look in his eyes, how could I resist/
" Sure I will have breakfast with you..You can call me Tea."
" Ryou..Bakura. Nice to meet you tea."
Ryou held his hand out to me, offering to help me up. I took it.
{A/N- I don't know anything about Anzu's family.. lol.. so what I typed in this story may not be right..i based this off of the thought that her mom had died/left. if thats wrong.. I'm sorry.}
The bathroom door creaked as I sleepily pushed it open. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. it felt as if I hadn't slept in years. I had been restless last night.. depression fading in and out of my emotions. I adjusted the water and let it run into the bathtub for a few moments before pulling on the shower thingy, sending little streams of water into the air. I slid my pajamas off and left them in a heap on the floor as I reached for my brush and combed the tangles out of my hair. It needed to be cut. I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water fall freely onto my body. The steam from the shower clouded my mine, and I recalled the events from last night...
..."Yes dad, what is it?"
He was crying, again. I couldn't help but wonder what had made him so upset, but there was an aching notion in the back of my mind that told me id rather not bring up the sensitive subject. I took a step closer. He was sitting in a chair by the fireplace. My mother's old chair. I looked down.
"Is there something I can get for you?"
He trembled. I grabbed the blanket from the couch and covered his legs and part of his waist with it. Then I proceeded to take up the bottle of vodka on the floor and the glass in his hand, when he pulled me into a tight embrace. I hesitated, but hugged him back, thinking that all he was looking for was support. I thought that.. until the moment he kissed me. I pulled away.. my eyes wide. Why did he just do that? He used to kiss me when I was little, but that was just the love between a dad and his little girl. We had lost that love somewhere along the way. But this was different. This frightened me. I didn't think he should be doing that. I turned to leave, vodka bottle still in hand, along with the cup, the acrid taste still ruminating on my lips. I heard my dad collapse on the floor, and I glanced back as he said
" You're all I have left Tea, I love you more than my life. You look so much like your mother..."
and with that his brain shut him down, and he fell into a deep healing sleep. After a few moments, I went to the kitchen, put the dirty cup in the sink, poured the vodka down the drain, and threw away the bottle that the disgusting liquid had once been kept in...
The sun fell lightly on my face as I walked to open my window. The cool air felt nice against my body{A/N- she has a towel on..sheesh!}. I went to my closet...
"Hmm.."
I said quietly to myself
" Its such a nice day..i should wear..this..this..and oh! these shoes."
I laid my outfit down on the floor. A purple and black pleated skirt..with the purple plaid color being the dominate, a white spaghetti-strap type shirt ( not like Mai's), and some light purple flip-flops, with about an inch and a half platform.
I had decided to go to the park. Since it was still early, around 8:30 or so, I figured that the park would probably not be very crowded. I could pack some breakfast, relax in the grass, and think. I packed an apple, a breakfast roll, some rice crackers, and a thermos full of tea.
Once I arrived at the park, I found myself drawn towards an oak tree. I sat at the base, leaning my back up against it. I pulled out my roll, but just as I was about to take a bite..i hesitated. I sensed a pair of eyes watching me. I looked around, but I could see no one. Nor could I hear anyone except for birds and the occasional chipmunk or squirrel. I tried to shake the feeling that I was being watched, but my mind would not let me. it was at this moment that my head raised and I came face to face with a pale, white-haired boy with chocolate brown eyes and a sweet smile.
' I was wondering if you could give me directions?"
he asked, with a bit of a British accent.
" Uh..heh..um..sure. where do you need to go?"
I responded, still trying to slow my heart from the scare that boy had just given me.
" well.. I'm new here, and I was just wondering if you knew of any nice places where I could get a little breakfast"
"Oh..ya! theres actually a new cafe-type deal open just a few blocks from here..i haven't tried it yet, but I've heard that its pretty good."
" Oh..well.. I don't suppose you would like you join me..would you?..um.. I don't believe I know your name.."
He has such a hopeful look in his eyes, how could I resist/
" Sure I will have breakfast with you..You can call me Tea."
" Ryou..Bakura. Nice to meet you tea."
Ryou held his hand out to me, offering to help me up. I took it.
{A/N- I don't know anything about Anzu's family.. lol.. so what I typed in this story may not be right..i based this off of the thought that her mom had died/left. if thats wrong.. I'm sorry.}