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Warnings: ODD PAIRING xD I've never seen this pairing before, when you see who it is tell me if you've –ever- read this pairing x3 I would really like to read.
AND religion discussed, I am Christian so will be discussing that in this ok? Hope it doesn't offend or bother anyone.
And sorry for the late update, tomorrow the computer that all my stuff is on has to be fixed, something keeps popping up saying something, x.x I forgot what. So everything's paused for the mo. Oo sorry.
Disclaimer: don't own the characters used from beyblade
Dimmi Perché Zio: Chapter One
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Knock Knock"Huh?" glancing up towards my closed door my father's voice seeps in.
"Marie, Oliver and I will be going out, will you be okay here by yourself?" Enrique asked turning the doorknob and stepping inside my room. I rolled my eyes nodding my head.
"You always go out, I'll be fine," I sighed.
"Okay, if you're sure—"
"Go," I cut him off. Sending me a warning glare he nodded existing my room closing the door behind him. I heard him mumble something to Oliver and then their footsteps sounded as the made their way down the hall and down the stairs. I heard the door being locked and the sound of the car starting.
They go out a lot so I'm used to staying at home alone. Usually I'd go over to zio Kai's or Johnny's house. With zio Johnny I'd play with his dog or help Max around the house.
With zio Kai, he would work so I usually hung out with Tala—but now that he's gone—
Shaking my head I rid the thoughts of my zio's ex.
Sighing I slide off my bed walking over to my computer. Either I clean around the house, go out for a bike ride, or watch TV all day/computer. I don't go on any IM thingies while I surf the net—I have no friends to talk too.
You see I'm adopted. Kinda obvious no? Two guys with a daughter? Adopted
I was abandoned when I was 2 months old at the footsteps of the orphanage "La Pietà" –1- an all girls orphanage in Venice. It was okay there, I mean they treated us all fairly well—but I couldn't find my place there.
A little bit after my 6th birthday—well said date—(no one knew my real birth date but guessed it was somewhere in between July and August) a couple came, a pretty green-haired woman (I thought) and a blond man.
Enrique and Oliver Bouringer Tornatore Giancarlo.
I liked their names when I first heard them. The nun who spoke with them said their names and I repeated it chewing the names in my mouth like I would candy.
Sorella –2- Cassandra was giving them a tour around the orphanage (she always gave people who came by the tour) and I followed curiously.
I followed as they past the main hall and into the rooms where we were schooled. They passed the kitchens and where we sat down to eat, and went into our music rooms where our talented students practised the violin.
I watched the green haired woman ask if she could play the instrument in poor Italian. Luca smiled and handed her the violin he was using. She thanked him adjusting the delicate tool and held the long thin wire tied on the light thin wood above the strings. His violet orbs closed and he started to play.
A beautiful elegant tune engulfed the air and I hummed closing my eyes and silently listened to the lovely music.
But then…
Sorella Cassandra caught me sitting on the floor in front of the room they were in and scolded me to my classroom. I protested but gave in with the harsh tone she used on me.
When I went back to my room for the end of the day, I saw the couple leave. My mind was on the two for three days…until I saw them again.
They looked so friendly and I wanted to meet them, get to know them personally.
They came back on a Sunday; they wanted to adopt one of the girls if they were willing. My heart ached to go with them, but I knew they wouldn't want someone like me.
They took another girl out for the day to get to know her and for her to get to know them, but when she came back she described them as disgusting people.
I didn't know why, so I confronted Sorella Cassandra about it. She told me that they…were bad people. She said that their way of life was wrong that they should have never thought of adopting a child.
I asked her what was so wrong with them, and she shook her head. She said I'd learn when I got older and if I paid attention in my religion classes. I didn't understand, and it bothered me for so many nights.
Then one day…
"Fermati! –3- Why must you always have to fight with the other girls?" Cassandra slapped her hand down on the desk Marie sat in, her head bowed.
"Perché? Why bambina? –4- Why?" Sorella Cassandra questioned folding her arms across her chest. She stood at a mighty height, thin rectangular lenses in front of her sea-green eyes, and her long brown hair was brought up in a neat bun. Her eyes stared down sternly at the scowling girl.
"Sorella, they…they brought up the couple again!" she shouted bawling her hands in her lap, her eyes watering.
"What couple? The—"
"The ones that you said were horrible people," Marie sniffed wiping her eyes. Sorella Cassandra thought to herself deeply until she turned back leaning forward and staring straight into Marie's hazel brown eyes.
"Marie…what did they say?" she asked softly.
"They said bad things again, only because I commented on the woman's lovely playing," Marie spat. Cassandra wet her lips...
"You, Marie they were both—" she bit her lip having trouble with explaining what she wanted to say.
"What?"
"Marie they were both men," she rapidly spoke closing her eyes. Marie gave her a confused look. When she slowly understood her eyes widened.
"The green haired—was a boy?" Cassandra nodded.
"Si bambina," Marie looked up at her expectantly.
"So what's wrong with that?"
I received a huge lecture about God creating men and women to be together. Not a man with another man or a woman with another woman. It was not how he created us, humans. To reproduce, it must be a woman and a man who come to together with love for each other to create a child.
I ignored her through most of it because it was already explained to me in the last religion unit. I knew that God created man to be with women and vise-versa, but you also needed love.
The way the two walked in, they seemed to so excited. They seemed really nice, and happy…I wanted to be apart of their happiness.
I snuck out that night, how I managed I forget, but I ran away. I stopped at the church where we often were taken for prayer, and I found them. Front row, their hands held together, knees bent in a kneeling position, and their eyes were closed—praying I thought.
I walked up to them slowly and took their attention. The feminine male looked at me and smiled. The blonde smiled warmly but gave me a questioning look.
"Is there something we can help you young miss?" the blonde asked. The girl shifted in her standing position and kept her eyes on the floor. The couple got up from their kneeling position and sat on the long benches that were rowed throughout the church.
"I want to be apart of your happiness,"
Knock. Knock.
"Ah! The door!" Scrambling off of my bed I rushed down the stairs. Creeping up to the door my eyes narrowed at the two figures' shadows on the blurred oval window. 'Dad never said anything about anyone stopping by…who is it?' The door sounded again and then I heard a giggle.
"MARIE," my face flushed. 'Opps. It's zio Johnny.' I winced unlocking the door letting him in with Max.
"Hi, sorry, Enrique didn't say anything about you two coming," I excused scratching the back of my head. Max was smiling as usual while zio Johnny scowled hanging his arm around Max's shoulder.
-1- The Pity
-2- Sister
-3- Stop
-4- child/kid
Author's note: Ok! Background info for my OC is done n.n XD now Vote! I cant' choose who to pair with Kai ;-; help me? Please think carefully…
Julia
Mathilda
Miriam
Mariah – not a bitchy Mariah
Or
Maria – OC name from HiddenPortriat (thank you) My OC -.- Maria, a Venetian. 30 yrs old but looks to be in her early 20s, medium height, slim, tanned skin, straight silky brown hair, dark blue eyes, small nose, thin lips, and she has a ten-year-old son, Marco.
-sigh- okies? Got it? Review and vote please!
And a HUGE Thanks to MasterFranny for helping me with all of the Italian names and stuff