The Mystery Within
My First Inception Fic, Don't Own The Movie Or Characters. Enjoy!
Chapter Five
Thank You X Imperial Girl X And DayDreamer2010 For Giving Me The Proper Names For Cobb's Children, I Will Also Make Sure That I Write Ariadne's Name Correctly (I'm Very Sorry About That). Anyway, Enjoy Chapter Five!
The next day, Ariadne awoke refreshed yet slightly unsettled.
She feared that Arthur could've attacked Eames at any time, there was something in her gut that told her it was true.
So she got out her phone and dialed his number only to find it was engaged.
With a long and worried sigh, Ariadne went to have a quick and warm shower to try again afterwards.
He picked it up after six rings, she thought at first he wouldn't but he did.
"Hey, sorry I was a little busy. What's the matter, Ariadne?" Arthur asked, his voice didn't sound like he was busy at all.
"Did you have a fight with Eames?" She replied, confident yet her body trembled with pure terror.
A heavy breath was puffed out.
"Ariadne, he needed to be sorted for what he has done." He answered.
"Oh my God, what did you do to him?" Her voice began to rise.
"Why should you care, you're with me not that creep!"
"Just tell me or I will never return!" She warned, knowing that it would put Arthur in a spot.
Yet a another long and heavy sigh came through.
"I beat him up in a pub and left him for dead, happy now?" He said, without emotion other than anger.
Bile rose against Ariadne's throat, never had she thought he would do such a horrible act.
"How could you?" She spoke in a quiet as a mouse voice.
"What is your problem? He kissed you with force, sending a text message to you and reveal his feelings about you to me! Shouldn't you be proud of me?" Arthur roared.
"Look, just calm down for a second." She comanded.
"No, I won't Ariadne. If this is going to be a war for your affections against that bastard, let the REAL man in this win." He snared.
She shook her head in digust.
"I'm not a prize to be won, Arthur. Not once since I met you that you would change with a flick of the fingers all because of Eames reappearing. You are behaving like a jealous cat." She said, trying her hardest not to cry.
"I don't really care, all I want is you to be with ME. Beating up him was the best and wisest choice I had ever done, if you can't accept that then tough."
Stunned by the icy tone of his voice, Ariadne closed her wet eyes and thought deeply for a moment.
She could see Eames, lying on a hosptail bed, his face badly damaged by constant punches and his body brusied all over.
A shudder ran down her spine, enough to let out a escaped sob.
"Holy crap, don't tell me you're crying for him are you?" He hissed.
Ariadne quickly wiped her tears by her sleeve and slowly gathered enough breath to hide her true feelings.
"No, it was just a cough." She lied, closing her eyes in shame.
"Good, he dosen't deserve anyone's tears or thoughts. Especially you. When are you coming home?"
The change of the subject was like a sharp pain stabbing her beaten heart.
"I... don't know yet, I need some time." Ariadne replied, getting out of the bed to get out some clothes from the wardobe.
"Well it better be soon because I miss you." He spoke calmly, like nothing in the past five or ten minutes had happened.
"Look, I'm going to go and get some breakfast. I'll ring you later." She decided.
"Fine, bye." With a huff, he hung up before she said goodbye.
Ariadne stared at her phone with a frown, then threw it across the bed and got changed.
The warm smell of pancakes and the sound of laughter came from the kitchen as Ariadne reached the final step of the staircase.
Following the senses, she pushed the door open to find a lovely and heart-warming scene before her.
James was playing with Miles while Philippa showed Dom a beautiful drawing of her family.
His blue eyes darted from his daughter to Ariadne who stood there, a fake smile was across her face.
Somehow he could feel that there was something more than her reason for coming here for a couple of days.
The lack of not talking about Arthur rose suspions inside him, that look there was enough for him to ask some questions.
"Good morning, Ariadne. Sleep well?" Miles asked first before Dom did.
"Yes, thank you. The bed was very comfortable, thank you Dom for letting me use it." She replied, taking a seat.
"Here Ariadne, take a look of my picture I drew." Philippa said, leaving her father to place the paper on the empty plate.
"Oh wow, that's fantastic. Can you tell me who they are?" She asked, putting the girl on her lap.
"Of coarse. That's daddy, mummy, uncle Miles, me, James and you." Philippa replied with a sweet grin.
Ariadne studied her stick thin drawing of herself, the red smile was a false lie hiding so many secrets.
Her thoughts trailled back dangerously to Eames, wounded yet still so beautiful.
The image shocked her body, the blood running through her veins pumped more faster than usual.
Whenever that happened to Ariadne, it was around Arthur.
So why was occuring to the sight of Eames?
The pressure overwelmed Ariadne that she put Philippa down, bade her apolgizes and dashed out of the kitchen.
Her footfalls echoed throughout of the house, she had to get some air to breathe once more.
Finally she stopped in the garden where the birds sung ever so happliy and the sun touched her face.
Ariadne bit down her trembling lip, her mind repeated over and over again that she shouldn't break down.
But the tears didn't listen to the siren call, they fell down her cheeks like a running waterfall.
Ariadne knelt on the grass, her fists banged against the ground out of frustation and sadness.
She didn't notice Dom behind her, watching the distressing sight before his very eyes.
"Oh Eames, I'm so sorry." She sobbed, laying her head on the grass while the tears carried on.
That was his cue to slowly walk towards her and place a comforting hand on her shaking back.
She lifted up, stunned and shocked to see him there, only to find his face was a reassuring one not angry.
"Wanna talk about it quietly?" Dom offered, in a soft voice.
Ariadne haven't seen him behave like that since Mal, the woman he was deeply in love with though she haunted his every step until the end of Inception where at last she was put to rest.
She stared at him for a moment, if there was a another life they could've been lovers.
A simple nod was enough for Dom to lead her to the greenhouse where the truth was ready to be let loose.
Author's Note: Chapter Six Up Soon!