Hello everyone, Killik here
before I say anything I'd like to thank my new beta MJMod for doing a great job in helping me with this chapter.
In this chapter there will be some thoughts from Eric as promised, and some interaction between Eric and Seeva. The interaction won't be as much as all of you would like since they are still begining to know each other, and Eric is still in love with Christine. There will be more throughts from Ruben as well, I've been developing his character into the reckless younger brother that most of you know or have :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from POTO and the idea from Kate and Leopold
Chapter 3
Eric
It's raining. Just the perfect way to wake up in the morning, Eric thought swinging his feet over the bed to get up. The deafening thunder and the constant tap tap of the rain hitting the windows drove him to wake from his deep slumber. Hoping that all he had experienced was a dream, he had stubbornly closed his eyes and refused to wake up, but after a few seconds of listening to the rain he couldn't force himself to believe that he was going home. He sat up, groggily and looked over to the clock hanging on the far right of the room that read 7:38. He could smell something delicious coming from outside his bedroom. Hearing his stomach grumble he stood up and raked his hand through his hair and stood before the mirror in his room.
I was pushed forward in time. I am now in the future. I was pushed forward in time.
He kept thinking to himself. He was now in the home of a stranger. Possibly his enemy, but what enemy would open their home to him. He was still awestruck at the fact that he was not in his century. The idea itself seemed to be mad. When the boy explained to him that he was merely testing his hypothesis he was shocked and quickly felt remorse for following the boy. He let his temper get the best of him.
I should blame no one but myself for what has happened. If I hadn't followed the boy I would be home holding my darling Christine.
Shaking off his thoughts of Christine he walked over to the window to look down at the quiet street. They were not made of cobblestone, he observed.
Interesting...
What amazed him further was the automobile. He was able to see and ride one last night after emerging from the river. The boy had called "a cab" for them, where he explained quietly that in this century no one used a horse and carriage. The automobile was most commonly used. Horses were now used for show, and for personal entertainment.
Turning to observe his surroundings he quickly noticed the differences between his world and theirs. The fashion, the style, and to his dread the disgusting taste of music that people were now interested in. To his misfortune he was up late last night unable to sleep, and in the process of pondering how to go back home he was able to hear the blaring noises that came from a building across from his. He looked over the window and noticed people twisting and turning in odd ways, and realized that they were dancing. Frowning in obvious disgust at not only the way they were dancing but also at the loud and obnoxious music that young people today listened to he realized that classical music was not appreciated in this world anymore. What had happened between this century and his to change these people so drastically?
Hearing a knock on his door he quickly put his thoughts aside, and made himself look respectable to open the door to a smiling Seeva. She held in her hand a glass filled with an orange substance. Quickly glancing down at her garments, he gave an exclamation of surprise and quickly shut the door again. Even a common whore wouldn't dress like that! She wore what looked like loose pants that came up above her knees and a blouse with no sleeves with the tiniest hint of midriff peeking out. How could a woman dress in such a way in front of a man?
Is she deliberately trying to infuriate me?
He decided that he would not leave his room, fearing he would loose his temper in front of that woman.
Seeva
I guess my tree trunk thighs aren't so attractive looking as they were before. I knew I should've gone to the gym more. Now he must think I'm an overweight and depressed idiot!
She turned to go back into the kitchen and saw that Ruben was already there wolfing down a plate with scrambled eggs and toast. He quickly looked up at the annoyed look at her face and said,
"What?"
"I think he doesn't really like me. You'd better give him this" she said handing him the glass of orange juice. She watched as Ruben slid of the stool and takes the glass from her hands.
"Don't be offended by anything he said."
"See, that's the thing, he didn't say anything. He slammed the door after realizing it was me."
"Oh", said Ruben. "Then maybe he does hate you" laughing he ruffled her hair and said,
"Just kidding, he's probably just cranky in the morning."
Shaking her head, she went to wash Ruben's breakfast dishes and grab something to eat for herself. She sat herself down on the bar stool and watched as both Ruben and Eric made their way towards her, Eric with a deep frown, and Ruben with a triumphant smirk.
"I told you he was just cranky. Isn't that right Eric?" He said turning his head towards Eric.
Eric, quickly looking up at her, muttered a quiet "My apologies"
It wasn't long after they ate (Ruben eating for the second time, and Eric nibbling on his toast) before they made their way into Ruben's room where they could be heard whispering excitedly. She sighed, and went down to her room to change into some sweats.
Might as well go to the gym.
She thought. After emerging from her room in sweat pants, a tang top and sneakers she was surprised to see that Ruben and Eric were dressed to leave as well. Quickly hiding the look of shock and hurt on her face she smiled and asked,
"So where are you two off to?"
"Just showing Eric around town." Eric said opening the door. "We'll be back at around four." He said while shutting the door.
Why do I feel bad? He's my brother; I shouldn't expect him to be around me 24/7. I'm the idiot for thinking they'll be here for me.
Ruben
We quickly took a cab and went down to the river to see if maybe I could send Eric back. I quickly glanced at Eric, who sat quietly in the car looking out the window.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked.
"It is amazing how much Paris has changed since I last saw it. It is as if it is a completely different city. Tell me, do people still visit the opera house." He asked, turning to look at me.
"Yes, my sister used to go." I replied
"Why has she stopped going?"
"To be honest I'm not sure. I think maybe it's because of the divorce and all the problems before that. She's not always like this you know. She used to always be laughing, and cracking jokes. Shit happens."
"So she was not happy with her marriage. What was wrong with the man" He asked.
"Look, can we change the subject. I'm really not in the mood to talk about that bastard."
"As you wish."
"You let your sister marry a bastard child" he exclaimed
I frowned and glared at him to be quiet.
We sat in silence until we reached the river. We quickly got out, paid for the driver, and walked to the bridge. I noticed there was a police officer standing nearby with his patrol car. I turned towards Eric and said,
"Let me go first, and when I signal you, follow me. Ok?"
"Simple enough" he replied.
I left Eric to stand at the corner of a building near the bridge, and speed walked quickly to the bridge. Making sure the cop wasn't looking; I swung my legs over the railing and looked down at the water. Before I could jump I felt a pair of strong arms grip my shoulders. I quickly snapped my head around to see that there were to strong police officers glaring at me. Struggling in their arms I began speaking fast trying to explain in some way that I wasn't trying to commit suicide, but to my dismay they didn't listen. I felt them pull me over the railing and slam me to the floor. I looked up to see that Eric was still there, looking shocked. I mouthed to him to stay where he was. I then felt the cold metal of handcuffs on my wrists. I knew that I was in trouble