Having You Is Enough
sakura mae su: Thanks for all the reviews and I'm so grateful for you all. This chapter well is kind of disturbing I know when all of you read this your going to say I HATE AYA!! Well I don't blame you guys. Some people think Aya is a bit mean to Lyserg like I said she won't admit that she has feelings for Lyserg until she realize it and she also thinks that she's not ready for a complete relationship okay. When I was writing this story I feel really sad because for some reasons I was heart broken anyway on with the story!!!
Chapter 4: Troubles
Aya has one more day to herself, one day to spent time painting after all she missed it. So far, she'd been her usual lame self solitary and routine loving, carefully avoiding any path that might lead to spontaneous human interaction.
Today though, she'd have an adventure. She'd do something. She wouldn't let herself down. She walked up, up, over the crest of the cliff and onto the flat land at the top. It was much emptier up here. In the distance hills rose, probably signaling yet a higher cliff plunging into the sea. But here the land was gentle. Though it was arid, rocky cliff smoothed into wide green vineyards and meadows. The air felt hotter and the sun even stronger.
This is my lucky day; she thought a half mile or so later when she came upon an exquisite little arbor. It was a perfect grove of olive trees with glinting silver-green leaves. The olives were small and hard still babies. At one end she discovered a small spring-fed pond. It was so private, so quiet, and lovely; it felt like her place like she was the first person ever to set eyes on it. Like maybe it had never even existed before she got here.
Immediately she set up her easel and began to paint.
By the time the sun had risen to the top of the sky, Aya was bathed head to toe in salty sweat. The sun beat down so hard it made her dizzy. Sweat dripped down from her thick, dark hair onto her neck and temples. She wished she'd brought a hat. She cast a longing glance at the pond. More than that, she wished she'd remembered to bring her bathing suit.
She looked around. There was no one as far as she could see. She couldn't make out a single house. She felt a little creek of sweat flowing down her spine. She had to go into that pond.
Shy even with herself, Aya took of her clothes slowly. I can't believe I'm doing this. She thought to herself. She stripped down to her bra and underwear, casting her clothing into a pile.
She considered wearing her underclothes into the water, but that seemed embarrassingly prudish.
'Ahhhhhhhhh." Aya said as she waded in. It was funny to hear her voice aloud. Her thoughts and perceptions usually existed so deep inside her; they rarely made it to her surface without a deliberate effort. Even when she saw something genuinely funny on television, she never laughed out loud when she was alone.
She ducked all the way under the water and then came up again. She floated languidly with just her face above surface. The sun warmed her cheeks and eyelids. She splashed a little, loving the swish of water over every part of her body.
This is the most perfect moment of my life, she decided, She felt like an ancient Greek goddess alone under the sky.
She let her arms float out her sides, tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and just levitated every muscle loose and soft; she would stay this way until the suns set, until it rose again, until August, until maybe forever….
Every muscle in her body snapped to attention at the sound of rustling grass. In a fraction of an instant she found her feet on the pebbly bottom of the pond and stood.
She drew in a sharp breath. Someone was there. She saw the shadow of a figure obscured behind a tree. Was it a man? An animal? Were there vicious, man-eating animals in Tokyo?
Her peace was broken, smashed into bits. She felt her heart nearly bouncing out of her chest. Fear told her to sink her body back underwater, but a bigger fear told her to run away. She pulled herself out of the pond. The figure emerged.
It was Lyserg.
She was staring directly at Lyserg and far worse Lyserg was staring directly at her. She was so stunned; she took a moment to react.
"L-Lyserg!" She shouted her voice a ragged shriek.
"What are you-what-"
"I'm sorry." He said. He should have averted his eyes, but he didn't.
In three steps she'd reached her clothes. She snatched them and covered herself with the bundle.
'Did you follow me?" She nearly screamed.
"Have you been spying on me? How long were you here?"
"I'm sorry." He said again, and muttered something in his mouth. He turned around and walked away. Still soaking wet, she yanked on her clothes haphazardly. In a storm of anger she threw her paint supplies into her backpack, probably smearing her paint. She strode across the meadow and toward the cliff, to mad to link her thoughts.
He'd been following her! And if he… Her pants were in inside out. How dare he stare at her like that! She was going to…
She realized, by the time she neared the house, her shirt was off-kilter by two buttons, and between pond water and sweat it was stuck to her body almost obscenely.
She banged into the house and threw her backpack on the ground. Her mother sped out of the kitchen and gasped at the sight of her.
"Aya , what happened to you?"
Her mother's face was full of concern, and that made Aya want to cry. Her chin quivered the way it used to when she was five.
"What? Tell me?" Her mother asked, gazing at Aya's inside-out pants and unbuttoned shirt with wide, confused eyes.
Aya sputtered for words. She tried to harness one or two of her spinning thoughts.
"L-Lyserg is not a nice boy!' she finally burst out, full of shaky fury. Then stomped up to her room. Aya threw herself onto her bed, nearly exploding with self- concern. Then she heard whispers and then shouting downstairs. Was her silent father shouting? She leaped to her feet and pulled off her wet shirt, replacing it with a dry one. Then she yanked off her pants and put them on the right way, her fingers shaking, what was going on here?
When Aya arrived at the bottom of the stairs, she saw that her father's face was practically purple, and he was striding toward the front door. Her mother hovered around him, reasoning with him in a nervous tangle voice. Her words were not appearing to make much difference. Her father stormed out the door and turned downhill.
"I have a bad feeling about this." She said.
She skittered behind them. She knew before her father reached the Diethel's residence that he would be stopping there. He knocked violently on the door.
Lyserg's grandfather opened the door. The man looked fully astounded at the expression on Aya's father. Lyerg's grandfather started yelling. Aya heard him bellow the name Lyserg a few times, but otherwise she understood only anger. Her mother fluttered around timidly. Her father's face transformed slowly from confusion to indignation. He started yelling back.
'Oh God." Aya whimpered to herself.
Suddenly her father was forcing himself into the Diethel's house. Her mother was trying to hold him back, and Lyserg's grandfather was planting himself in the way.
"Where is Lyserg?" Her father thundered.
Right then, Lyserg appeared behind his grandfather, looking bewildered and upset. He obviously wanted to comfort Aya's father, but his grandfather wouldn't let him by.
Aya watched in acute horror as her father put his wiry arms out and tried to shove the old man out of the way. Aya's father eyes bulged, and he shoved back. Suddenly Lyserg's grandfather cocked his arm and punched Aya's father in the nose.
Aya gasped. Her mother screamed.
sakura mae su: That's the end I know this chapter is more on violence I was heart broken when I was writing this and all of my anger I put it in here. I'm sorry if you felt bad for Lyserg
And hated Aya its okay I understand. The next chapter will be a lot better I promise maybe it's on until next week because of the whole school thing. Anyway pls. review okay:D
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