HELLO! What's up my fine fellows? SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO sorry about the long updates... i hate writer's block...and laziness...and procrastination...and school


Ever since the day Garry had stood up for Ib, her life had changed somewhat dramatically. The bullies no longer bothered her, still believing that Garry actually had possession of a real gun. She noticed herself smiling more and feeling more cheerful. And the best part was that Garry hadn't disappeared into his room like she had thought he would. They would stay together, he talking about nothing in particular and laughing in a very animated way, and she smiling and hanging on to his every word. She still had that lingering sense that she knew him...what was that called? Dejava? De-Ja-vu? She actually felt as though she could trust somebody. She still refused to speak,though.

About a week after her "saving", she and Garry were sitting together as usual in the cafetoriam (she knew for a fact that that was a made-up word and if it wasn't it was a stupid one) eating breakfast. Since she was so smart Ib was in almost all of Garry's classes, and he was helping her with algebra and equations.

"...if 20=16x-2 then you add the two to twenty making twenty-two equals sixteen times x, what do you do?"

Ib smiled and pointed her pencil at the sixteen, made a dividing line, and divided 16 on both sides, leaving 1.25 equals x. Garry smiled and shut the algebra book. Ib had a relieved expression and let her pencil drop from her hand onto the table with a wooden clink.

"There's not really much else i can teach you, Ib, well not until the teacher gives us more complicated lessons." He chuckled as he put the book into his shoulder bag. Even though it was warm he was still wearing that raggedy teal footlength coat, and he didn't even look hot! Ok, he was hot, but in a different way. Ib stared at him, her crimson eyes puzzled. Then she grabbed her recently discarded pencil and wrote on a scrap piece of paper. Garry noticed the movement and eyed the paper curiously. Ib slid it across the table.

'Why do you always wear that coat?' He read in spidery neat handwriting. He smiled wryly and looked up at her.

"My mother knitted this coat for me before she died 3 years ago. It's the only thing i have left to remind me of her, other than my memories. And even those are hazy" He said this in an unemotional way, as if the words had been used so often that he had long since gotten used to it. Ib was aware that her vision was blurry and she hurriedly tried to blink away the blurriness.

'That's so sad! Why did she die, if you don't mind me asking?' She hurriedly scribbled on the back of the scrap, almost afraid of his reaction. Garry said nothing, he stared at the scrap of paper, almost as if he could see through it. He looked up again through his anime style bangs, his bright lavender eyes shining. She felt mortified that she had asked the qestion and was about to scribble a hurried apology when he answered in a quiet voice.

"I don't mind. It was actually really bizarre. She had taken me to an art gallery...i think, i can't really remember for some reason. All i remember are the lights going out and a lot of screaming. There was an overpowering smell of roses and a flash of yellow and green, the smell of roses dulled by the smell of blood... then...nothing. The rest is a hazy black mess, and all i can recall after that is seeing my mother being wheeled away in a bloody white body bag..."

His eyes became increasingly shiny and he bit his lip, obviously trying not to cry. Ib herself was having that same difficulty, but her subconscious mind was whirling. Her parents had also died in an art gallery, and now that she thought about it , there HAD been an overpowering scent of roses. But she hesitated when she was about to tell him this, she decided to keep it to herself as her pencil hit the paper. She quickly changed tactics and wrote:

What about your father? Was he that man i saw the night you came here?

Garry smiled, "You're so full of questions, Ib, people might think you're nosy." She blushed with embarrassment and ducked her head down, "But i think it's cute" He finished, a kind smile on his lips. Ib's head jerked up and she found she was still blushing, but for a different reason. Damn, these stupid feminine hormones! She thought savagely. Garry answered venomously.

"Yeah, that man was my father. But he wasn't my dad." At this, Ib tilted her head questioningly, silently asking Garry what he meant. He understood her silent question, like he always understood her overall, which deepened her suspiscion(sp error) that they connected in a way.

"It means although he was the man who "created" me, if you will, he was never my dad. He didn't see me as worth the time and that suited me just fine." Garry explained, just as the bell rang. "Oh, well enough of my depressing history for now, i'll see you after biology!" He grimaced and dashed off, while Ib collected her books and headed for art. She had plenty of time so she walked at a medium pace and let her mind wander.


So, i know it's not much after such a long update but you get a little of Garry's history and a little Ib who gets embarrassed. Oh and by the way, i know she's really young and that her cussing in her head is weird, but think about it, she was basically a shadow who preferred to hang around adults because she thought children would not accept her and then she became socially akward. Nobody really noticed her around the orphanage, so shdidn't know she was in the wrong... or something like that So yeah. I LOVE YOU ALL FOR READING MY STORY! THANK YOU!