Ocean's Wings

Author's Notes

Thank you for all the reviews! I found that people also reviewed my other story, "The Furby War", which I decided to continue! I appreciate all those who took the time to review me! Here's the next chapter! Sorry for keeping you waiting!

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Italicize- thought

"Happy"- talking

Ocean's Wings: Secret Normal P.O.V

"Okay, you." Tea spoke looking at the now conscious Yami. "Your more injured than I thought you were, so I'm going to have to keep you in bed until you heal."

Tea and Yami now stood in Tea's now cleaned room. Or, to be precise, Tea stood in her now cleaned room. Yami, now bandaged, laid in her bed, still looking upset that he had to stay with the "torture and suffocation" devices, the new pillows and new mattress. He still assumed they were fluffy and soft only to lead people in their death trap. Seeing the disgruntled look on his face, she said, "Stop giving the pillows and mattress a hard time, they're here to aid you, not harm you." He nodded, but still gave the pillows, and mattress a non-trusting look. Tea sighed. Why am I taking care of this psychopath? Oh yeah, because you're too trustworthy and would be on a serious guilt trip if you threw him out. Not to mention he's cute. Wait a minuet!!!! I did not just say that! Tea mentally slapped herself and continued.

"So, as long as you're staying here with me, we are going to have a few rules. Rule 1, no destroying anything in my house, unless I specifically say it's okay. "What if there's evil around here?"Yami questioned. "Yami, the TV is not evil." "You're right, it's a demon in disguise! Tea decided to ignore this. "O…kay, Rule 2, you will stay in my room and be quiet when my family is home, I'm not sure if my parents will allow you to stay. Rule 3, do not do anything psychopathic in my room, or anywhere in the house while I'm at it." "What do you mean by psychopathic?" Yami asked innocently. "Anything you would think I wouldn't do, such as jumping off my roof." Tea barked.

"So, in other words, you mean not to have a life would be non psychopathic, so I should do this?" he barked back. "And what's that supposed to mean!" Tea asked confused. "Well, Tea." Yami said in an 'I know something you don't' kind of tone. "From what I seen of your actions, I'm going to have to say that, on my first impression of you, you're a goody-two shoes in public, who gets good grades and is friendly to just about everyone. You participate in just about everything known to mankind. You don't take risk on anything unless it's absolutely necessary. You are a cheerful, energetic girl who everyone adores. You have quite a lot of friends who, most of them are girls, a few of them that you go places with every now and then. At your home, from what I seen, you are a non-patient, temperamental, volcanic, and violent to others. "He read me like a book." Tea thought to herself. "Hey! Wait a second! I'm not violent!!"

Yami laughed at this remark. His voice had a rich, cheerful, sound to it. Tea couldn't help but smile at this. "Don't get so down Tea, I feel that I've always been good at reading people. If you don't count tackling me over your railing and hitting me with your lamp nearly giving me a concussion violent, I want to see your gentle side!" He laughed again. Tea sat down on her bed with a grin on her face. "All right smart ass, do you want to know my first impression on you?" "Give it your best shot." Yami challenged. "All right, when I first saw you, laying on the beach, I thought that you were cute, but one of those people who needed pity, and someone who went crazy with hair dye. Now that you're awake, I'm going to have to say you are a strong, but insane psychopath who went mad with hair dye." "Who's insane? I'm no longer cute?" Yami looked surprised. Tea laughed again. Remembering what he said before, Tea asked, "What did you mean you feel that you always been good at reading people?"

"Well, I guess because I don't really remember anything about, my past. Only the past few hours come to mind." "You got to be kidding." " Nope, but I guess that doesn't seriously matter." That doesn't concern you at all?" "I heard from somewhere that asthmatic people sometimes get their memory back after a while, so I'll just wait and see." "You're too calm for someone who lost their memory." "Just because I don't act the way you would if you were in my shoes doesn't mean anything. I don't want you to pity me in any way at all." Yami had his head down.

"I'll get you something to eat, you must be starving by now." Tea got up off the bed to leave, but was stopped by a hand. Tea sat back down again. "What is it Yami?" she spoke gently. "Why are you nice to me? I mean all I've done so far is cause trouble for you." "Well..., most of what you did today was for good purpose, I mean to save me and my house and all, and you were… just curious with everything else. Since you don't remember anything, you didn't know what a lot of these things are, except the knife of course, and jumping off the roof, but I'll have to educate you on these things of the modern world and a new definition of fun. And besides, I can't throw out an injured teen like that, that's not common niceness. Don't worry about it." Yami smiled at this response.

"What's your family like?" he asked shyly. This question took her by surprise. Tea walked over to her dresser and took a picture off it, then walked back to the bed. The picture was one of her and her family on a picnic, a few months before. Tea was chasing her little sister Ciera around a tree. Ciera was holding Tea's favorite dancing shoes. Tea's mom and dad were watching this fiasco, laughing their heads off.

"The little blond with brown eyes is my sister Ciera. Tea spoke, lying back on her headboard, situated so that Yami was to the right of her, and her nightstand was to the left of her, so Yami could see the picture. She lives here with mom and me, who of course is the other female in the picture beside myself. Ciera is more hyperactive than I amand probably will ever be. She is 12 years old and is into wildlife, marine life, building things, construction, and teddy bears. She is patient and peaceful, or in other words, the opposite of me. My mom, Annabelle Gardner, is one of those participating, happy-go-lucky moms, always easy to talk to, and understanding. Sometimes she's a rebel, and she fights for what she believes in, she's also a doctor, so that's where I learned first-aid, and things of that nature. On the other hand, sometimes she and mysister makes me question my own sanity." Tea and Yami both laughed at this.

"What about your dad?" Yami asked pointing to the brown-haired, brown-eyed man with a gentle look in the picture. "My dad is also kind, and also easy to talk to. However, he's a work-a-holic. He believes he needs to work to earn money to keep us happy." "But all you really need is his attention, not his money." Yami finished for her. "You would want him here a lot more often, rather than at work." Yami said quietly, putting his hand on hers.

"OK Yami! Tea said rather loudly, startling the teen. "If you show me how to be more outgoing, I'll teach you modern life." Tea smiled holding out her hand to the astonished teen. "Deal?" Yami looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking her hand. "Deal." Tea then walked out of the room, telling Yami she'll bring food up for him. Well, there happens to be another quality that Yami surprised me with. Tea thought to herself, grabbing a can of tomato soup. "He's a great listener." So the female teen continued to make cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for her secret and herself, completely oblivious to the fact that she skipped school that day.

He was her little secret from the world.