YAY Home and sick and tired and trying her best to focus to make a chapter.
Fuji: *pet's the author* there there you're a good girl ^^ yes you are!
Oh shut up Syuu…. =_=
Others:*giggle*
Disclaimer: I do not own PoT or these guys, BUT! Any OC's in this story are mine, so far only Morgan has stood out.
As a request from a reader I'm making an OC's description at the start of the chapters from now on, so that you know how they look, not that long yet, but, maybe there'll be more in time.
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OC's:
Morgan: Ryoma's bodyguard. Morgan is 28 years old and pretty handsome; Tall (205cm.) and muscular (not overly pumped as Kabaji, but a little more harmonious and slender build), pitch black long hair gathered in a low ponytail behind him, vibrant green eyes and a harmonious face with manly features.
Morgan likes Ryoma, maybe more than professionally acceptable, but he knows he can't have the 13 year old boy and oath to protect him, not only from bodily harm but emotional too and everyone who wants Ryoma's affection will have to go through him!
Authors scrambled mind and what it means! =D
*Direct Thoughts* (rare for now anyway)
"Talk"
Flashbacks or dreams
Time and /or place
(Translation of the said sentence or Authors thoughts of the written)
Normal action, can contain thoughts or feelings, but that will be apparent to the reader (hopefully)
If you need more translations of my writing, please tell me, I try to keep the Japanese as simple as possible, but if you need translations just tell me and I'll put them up ^^
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At the psychologist
A black haired boy stood silent and watched over a newly made grave with a mountain of flower bouquets and decorations on it with a ton of roses put around it from the grievers that attended the funeral of the person buried in it. A lone white Orchid was placed directly on the top of the mountain, which was from the boy. The boy's hair glinted in emerald green whenever the sun found its way through thick and dark clouds. Tears started trailing down from the golden eyes this boy possessed and silent sob were heard if you just listened hard enough. The black suit fitted the small shivering frame perfectly but a white cap really messed with the image. He pushed the rim of the white fila cap down to hide his face from the world while the wind played with his silky locks of hair.
Heavy arguing caught his attention and his blurred gaze fell upon two figures in the distance. The ceremony had ended more than an hour ago, so why Ryoga and his own self proclaimed uncle still talked, or more fittingly, screamed at each other, was a mystery to him, not that he'd bother to ask anyway but wondering weren't prohibited at all. Ryoga suddenly shouted louder than before and started to stomp his way down to Ryoma.
"Sorry, but we have to leave now, Otouto"
Ryoma didn't ask, his brother looked furious.
Samuel, Ryoma's bodyguard, took his place slightly behind him while they walked.
They reached the busy street and were stopped while the car pulled up front. Ryoga was still fuming and literally stabbed Ryoma's self proclaimed uncle as he came up to them, turning towards Ryoma and ignoring Ryoga.
"Don't worry Ryoma-kun, everything will be okay when you get a good steady life again with us, Ryoga don't know what's best for you"
He placed a hand on Ryoma's head and smiled caringly but the greed in his eyes made Ryoma frown and slap away the man's hand. He didn't answer the guy, but just turned his back on him with disgust Painted in his golden eyes, thinking he'd rather die than move in with him. The man left, his fast footsteps faded in the crowd of people walking up and down the street.
Ryoma sighed and leaned against Ryoga who only patted his head gently with a little smile letting the boy hide his teary face in his shirt. Nanako came up after a little while, smiling at the scene and had just moved her eyes from them to the car when John, her own Bodyguard, Samuel and Will threw their clients to the ground with themselves as shields.
A huge explosion followed the gunshots flying over their heads making all sound fade into a tone that unbearably resembled the heart monitors tone when his mother died on the table.
Ryoma woke up with a scream. The dream had been so vivid and yet he knew it was a dream, it hadn't hurt when the car exploded in the dream, but it did when it really exploded. He remembered the fear that nearly overthrew his sanity and the pain from his ears that echoed the screeching tone not to mention the flying glass and parts cutting his skin.
Samuel's death weight pressed him down and it took several seconds for someone to help the shaking boy up. Sirens were whining all over the place by the time Ryoma could hear a little again and he looked at Samuel, still lying on the ground with a terrifying gunshot wound in the back of his head and arm. Ryoma slowly walked closer to Samuel and fell to his knees. The explosion had been near them because the part of Samuel that faced the car was shredded. Ryoma couldn't even cry, shock had taken over as he gently shook Samuels shoulder.
"Sam… Sam please wake up…"
The shrink handed Ryoma a glass of water and adjusted his glasses a little before giving Ryoma time to drink and calm down a little.
"The same nightmare?"
Ryoma nodded and emptied the glass before putting it down on the table beside the divan he was laying on. The man blinked calmly, his face was calm and nice but also strictly professional. Ryoma was just a client with a stormy past, not someone he'd get a bond with.
"At least you've come from reliving the periods of your life to dreaming them instead. That's a big progress. This only means you'll maybe have to keep taking pills to sleep until your sleep is undisturbed again, but probably also some pills against anxiety so you won't get a nervous breakdown."
Ryoma didn't say anything to this, just listened. Like he noticed himself, he'd been pretty scared of walking outside, especially after the airport, Morgan made it better but the thought of him dying like Samuel was just as unbearable as his mother's death.
"I'll be okay, right?"
The shrink nodded slightly and placed his file on the table while looking at the time.
" time's up, but go past the pharmacy to get these…"
He wrote on a piece of paper, most likely a prescription, and handed it to Ryoma. Yup, a prescription.
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Sorry about the shortness of the chapter, but at least it tells something's about his past and present. And I've been sick after London, and I'm still sick.. I'll be working on the next chapter immediately and hopefully post it by the end of this week ^^
Don't worry, this chapter has significance in later chapters =D