Author's Notes: Yeah! Chapter six already! I'm so happy!
Anyway, enough of my silly ramblings! There is no time!
Chapter 6: Our First Date
"EAT IT!" Lost, small, about six years old, stood in a graveyard in front of a plain gray gravestone with three words on it: Assassiné Par Child. Lost was being held by the neck, and she was crying wet tears that ran down her dirty and red face. "EAT MOMMY'S DIRT!"
"I don't want to!" Lost cried more, only to have her face plunged into the dirt. Her tears turned the dirt wet. "Help!" she screamed.
"EAT IT! EAT IT NOW!"
"STOP IT!" Lost felt her neck released as a voice pulled the person who was holding her off of her. "Stop it! You're only hurting her!"
"Stay out of it!"
The memory flickered, the two screamed at each other. Lost coughed up the dirt that was in her mouth. She breathed heavily, and then screamed as a foot stomped on her back. "You haven't eaten your fill…eat more of our Mother's dirt!"
"NO, STOP!"
"NO, STOP!" Lost threw herself up, now in a cold sweat. She breathed heavily, clutching the blanket closer to her.
"Lost?" Ren threw open his door and ran to her side. "Lost, what the devil is wrong with you?"
"I…I had a nightmare…" Lost murmured, clutching the blanket closer. "It was…the memory of me in the graveyard…"
"You remembered?" Ren asked his eyes wide. "What happened?"
"I…I can't remember much…" Lost shook her head. "Just…just people…and…that grave stone." Lost's eyes flickered, remembering the words. "Assassine Par Child…"
"What does that mean?" Ren asked incredulously. "Sounds like a bunch of rubbish to me."
"The words…seem familiar…" Lost sighed. "I can't remember though – my mind is too foggy."
"It's almost daybreak, get some more sleep," Ren insisted. "I'm tired myself." Ren turned around to head back to sleep, only to have Lost grab his arm.
"Please, don't go!" she cried. "I'm scared…I'm scared!"
"Scared of what?" Ren scoffed. "A nightmare?"
"No…I'm scared of remembering…" Ren's eyes widened as Lost spoke shakily. "I'm scared…that if I remember too much…I'll discover something I don't want to."
Ren looked at Lost, who was now shaking on the couch under her blanket. "All right, just stop being such a coward about it! I'll make you some breakfast," Ren sighed and walked past the couch into the kitchen.
"Th-thank you…" Lost bit her lip.
"What's in the refrigerator?" Ren peered into the icebox only to see it practically empty. "Damn, Jun didn't bother to send for more groceries. What did she expect me to do over here? Like I have time to go out shopping."
"Let me see." Before Ren knew what had happened, Lost had gotten up from the couch, pushed him out of the refrigerator, and peered inside. "You're silly Ren, look, there are eggs in here."
"Eggs?" Ren asked.
"How do you like your eggs?" Lost asked.
"Umm…scrambled," Ren mumbled as Lost began to take the eggs out from their carton. "With grated cheese."
"Hmm…we don't have cheese…but I know a great ham and scrambled eggs recipe."
"That's dumb!" Ren snapped and Lost turned to him. "How can you remember a dumb recipe if you can't even remember your own name?"
"I don't know…" Lost shrugged. "But…I always used to cook back…back…" she bit her lip. "I can't remember."
"Humph, as long as I get food, I don't care," Ren shrugged and sat down at the table. He watched Lost gracefully whisk the eggs and poor them into a frying pan, already greased with butter. She worked them around perfectly, creating just the right amount of fluffiness. While the eggs cooked, she quickly washed her hands and began to sizzle ham in another pan. "You're not bad at cooking."
"Thanks," Lost smiled. "I did it a lot…back…back…"
"You can't remember, I know," Ren scoffed and watched her continue to cook until she sizzled the ham into the pan of eggs and cracked another egg over the pan to mix. Ren didn't speak as he watched Lost finished cooking. "The plates are above the dish washer in the cupboard."
Lost reached for a plate, then gracefully scooped the eggs onto it. She placed the plate in front of Ren. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Milk," he responded promptly. "It's in the refrigerator." He started to scarf down the eggs while Lost got up and poured him a glass of cold milk. Only a moment after she set it down, Ren grabbed it and began to drink. Lost sat down next to him and watched him eat quietly. After a few moments, Ren realized that she was staring at him. "What, it's good, okay?"
"I'm just waiting for you to finish…" Lost murmured.
"Make yourself something while you wait," Ren told her. He continued to eat, but Lost didn't move. "What?"
"I'm…I'll eat whatever you don't finish…" Lost murmured softly and Ren looked up, his eyebrow cocked.
"What?"
"I'm supposed to eat whatever you don't finish…that's my breakfast," Lost told him. "I remember."
"Please!" scoffed Ren. He returned to the eggs, "Well I'm going to eat all of these eggs, so you won't get any breakfast."
"That's okay…" Lost bit her lip and Ren looked over. At almost the exact right time, Lost's stomach gave an enormous grumble.
"You idiot! You're hungry, make yourself food!" Ren snapped. "You were afraid of food, now you refuse to eat anything that I don't put my saliva on first?"
"That was because I hadn't made the food…" Lost told him. "I never ate food that I didn't prepare myself…except one time…" Her eyes flickered and she shivered. "I…I thought something was strange."
"Are you remembering?" Ren asked.
"I remember…that they served me food, and that never happened…I was scared…the next thing I knew, I was asleep." Lost shivered.
"Who's they?"
"I'm…I'm not sure…" Lost murmured. She bit her lip and looked at her lap, Ren's gaze still upon her. He sighed and looked down at his half-eaten eggs with an annoyed expression. He savored the fluffy taste in his mouth and quickly stood up. Lost looked up to see Ren walking over to the glasses on the counter. He grabbed one, walked steadily back to his chair, sat down, and started to pour half his glass of milk into the empty glass. He put it, and his plate, in front of Lost. "There!"
"B-but you're still hungry!" Lost insisted, pushing the food back towards Ren.
"I'm perfectly full thank you!" Ren snapped, pushing the plate back. "It wasn't that good anyway. I'll make myself something to eat."
Lost looked at Ren, who was blushing lightly and looking away, and smiled. She started to eat the eggs and drink the milk, obviously happy to have something in her belly. Ren grudgingly drank the remainder of his milk and stood up.
"Where are you going Ren?" Lost asked.
"I don't see why it's any of your business," Ren snapped. "I'm to go train some more."
"You're always training," Lost told him, pouting. "You never do anything with me!"
"I just took you stargazing last night!" Ren insisted. "How dumb are you?"
"We still haven't gone on our date!" Lost told him, getting up from the table, collecting the empty plate to wash. "Where should we go?"
"We're NOT going on a date!" Ren insisted to Lost. "Got it?"
"Please?" Lost asked, drying the dish after she had finished washing it. She put it in the cabinet and ran over to Ren. "It doesn't have to be long – just a small date!"
"I said no, and no means no!" Ren snapped. "I'm going to go run."
"Okay…" Lost sighed sadly and lowered her head. Her eyes widened and she leaned down. "Ren!"
"What now?" He yelled.
"Your pants have got a tear in them," Lost pointed to the cuff of his pants, and sure enough, there was a large tear at the cuff.
"So what?" Ren snapped.
"I'll mend them." Ren's eyes widened as he felt Lost's hand dive onto his waist and start to pull the pants down.
"WAIT, STOP!" He screamed, jumping back from her grasp. "I'll change out of them, then you can mend them, okay!"
"Okay," Lost smiled. "Ren?"
"What?"
"Once I mend your pants, can we go on a date?"
"Will you drop it?" Ren screamed. "We're not going on a date! That's final!"
"D-do…" Ren stopped and heard a sniffling behind him. He turned around and saw Lost, tears running down her cheeks. "Do you hate…do you hate me that much?"
Ren's eyes softened. He hadn't wanted her to cry. "It's…it's not that!" Ren snapped finally, and Lost looked up. "I-I…" he searched for an excuse, and then found one, "I don't have anything to wear!"
"Oh…" Lost nodded. "I didn't know you needed special clothes."
"You do!" Ren nodded. "You need "Date" clothes! I don't have any. Now I'm going to change out of my pants and get jogging."
"All right," Lost smiled. "I'll mend them while you're gone."
A few hours later, Ren had jogged the entire district five times, and was ready to return home. Bason was with him, timing his sprints and scaring away pedestrians with a slight sixth sense. Now, he was riding up in the elevator, a sweaty towel draped across his shoulders. "I hope Lost hasn't killed herself with the needle."
The doors opened and he walked towards his room. Fumbling in his pockets, he finally found the key and set it in the lock.
Opening the door, Ren heard Lost humming a tune to herself. He poked his head in and saw her sitting on the couch, her back turned the door. Her hands were moving gracefully, and the hum turned into a song.
Hélas, mon enfant, je t'aime puits
Tous ces enfants qui demeurent dans moi
Et toute l'heure où j'ai passée avec le thee
Ne sera pas gaspillé pour toujours
Je t'aime fils, du poing en acier
De l'extérieur froid
Dans l'abîme chaud
Un étrange s'obscurcit
Manière de pensée
Vous serez pour toujours près de moi
Ma chère fille de la vague violette
Votre vie est à vous
Pour faire comment vous voyez l'ajustement
Moi-même n'est pas pour que vous mélangiez
Une manière étrange et sans visibilité de voir
Mon pauvre, pauvre fils des couteaux d'or
Votre coeur est pur
Votre courage forme
Votre fidélité à l'amour à l'intérieur
Ne sera pas gaspillé pour toujours
Ma fille confuse de cramoisi écrivent
Votre service de doth de mémoire pas vous droit
Je considère le thee avec amour dans mes yeux
Et l'amour pour les autres
Et vous êtes celui qui tient mon cœur
Pour des rêves perdus et des âmes perdues,
Je prie pour le thee
Vous êtes celui qui m'a placé libre
Je souhaite que je pourrais être avec vous
Mais mon temps ne sera pas perdu pour toujours
"What the…?" Ren stepped in and walked through the front hall toward Lost.
"Oh, Ren, you're back," Lost turned around and smiled widely at Ren.
"Lost, what were you just singing?" Ren asked. "It sounded like a chant…" But too beautiful to be a chant, Ren thought to himself.
"My mother used to sing it to me," Lost told him. "Before she died."
"What do those lyrics mean?" Ren asked.
"I don't know," Lost shrugged. "It's an odd language, isn't it?"
"Anyway, I can't believe you haven't finished with my pants yet," Ren said, walking into the living room.
"But I did," Lost pointed to the chair and Ren saw his pants draped over the arm. "I've been working on something else with some spare fabric I found."
"Huh?" Ren turned around, and could have gasped when he saw Lost sewing a beautiful crimson red silk shirt with golden trim. It was a Chinese shirt, Lost must've completely eyed it from what Ren usually wore. "It's…"
"It's almost done," Lost smiled, biting the thread. "Do you like it? It's not very well made – and it's a simple shirt, but…"
"It's…amazing," Ren felt the fabric between his fingers. "How did you do that?"
"I know how to sew," Lost smiled. "Don't know how I do, but I do."
"Why did you make this for me?" Ren asked, looking up.
Lost stood silent for a few moments, then looked at her feet. "Is…is that shirt…"date clothes"?" She asked softly.
"Huh?" Ren asked, his head moving up.
"I made it for you so we could go on a date…" Lost bit her lip. "I'm sorry."
"Lost…I…" Ren looked at the shirt and bit his lip. He felt the red fabric between his fingers again and traced his finger across the gold lining. He narrowed his eyes and snuffed. "Get me the big yellow book on the kitchen table."
"Huh?" Lost looked up. "What for?"
"I need to find a restaurant," Ren told her, and for the first time, cracked a smile at her. "Only the best for our first date."
AWWWWW! Yes! Ren and Lost on a date! Next chapter! Woot! This chapter was kind of short -- but I think it'll do for now. Next chapter you're all going to love -- I'm sure!
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