Wondering if I should write Laxus in... or maybe Rogue... hm. OH! I've got it... hehehehehehehehehehe... oh... wait. Oh well. But then again, hm.
Lucy's breath hitched as the tears spilled over her eyes and down her cheeks. She didn't dare open her mouth, not trusting herself to restrain the sobs and screams that filled her head. Loke said something and she nodded, not even aware of the door closing slowly behind her. Loke had left, probably to give her a minute.
Nurses rushed in around her, desperately trying to revive the man, but to no avail. The line stayed flat.
They left just as quick as they came, turning of machines and gathering apaerwork as they went. They murmured apologies and condolences to the shell-shocked blonde but she paid them no mind.
"Father is," She murmured. "He's gone? Is he with you, Mama? Are you two together? Are you happy?" She looked around the room and then let her fogged gaze still on the large, lush garden that was the park at the hospital's rear. "I think I need some fresh air, Mama, clear my head." She released her grip on her father's chilling hand and stepped out the door, walking like a zombie to the park.
She got directions from a nurse that took her down the elevator and through a few hallways. She stepped out the door to see the lush yard spread before her like a dream. There were benches beneath trees and she zombie-walked over to one. She sat, her head leaned back to stare at the sun through the tree leaves.
Why didn't she come see him sooner? She should've, she knew she should've, she knew she should've gone the second she heard of it from Loke. She knew she should've... so... why didn't she? Was it the prideful feeling that came from being freed from his influence? Was it fear of being turned away even when he couldn't lift a finger to point to the door? Or was it imply she held no feelings for him to have the desire to go?
She knew not... but the tears that continued to pool under her eyes showed the latter may not be true.
The blonde stayed there, crying silently, for hours. Time ticked by slowly, but she knew none of this. Her world had been condensed to that bench and that tree, that sun and her tears.
The blonde had been there for hours, just quietly staring up. He was certain she had fallen asleep and it was almost dark so he stepped up to her. She showed no sign of recognition and he spotted the streams of constantly flowing tears. If she saw him she made no move as he sat beside her. The park was dangerous at night, and lovely young girl such as herself could find herself in alot of trouble if she wasn't careful.
SO there he sat, waiting for the blonde to awaken or acknowledge him. The moon rose and the stars shimmered without so much as a stir. Deciding it had been long enough, he tapped her shoulder. "Are you in there?"
The blonde made no answer but her eyes refocused and she blinked. In time her head tilted, her eyes dull but searching. "Did you say something?" She whispered. The man blinked. Her voice took on a tone he'd heard before. One he had become accustomed to and one he found strengthening. A woman who couldn't hear her own voice, yet found one with which to speak.
"Are you alright?" He signed, verbalising his question just in case. He noted how the blonde watched his lips intead of his hands, appearantly she could read lips, rather impressive. She nodded and searched the sky.
"Loke must be worried," She murmured to herself as she stood. "I should go." He stood as well, getting her attention with a tap on the arm. "May I take you wherever you're going?"
The blonde seemed to think a moment before nodding and heading off. They didn't talk, but both were fine with this. With time they arrived at the parkinglot of the hospital. The blonde noted, with extreme disappointment, the lack of coal black Jaguars.
Pouting she checked her phone. There was a message from Loke, sent a few hours ago. "I'm heading home. Call me if you need me." A quick glance at the phone clock showed he was probably unavailable right now, it was date-night after all. But on second thought, was night wasn't date-night for her playboy of a brother?
The man tapped her shoulder and signed to her. "Everything alright?" She thought about all the snide comments she could make before deciding on breaking down into tears and spilling her guts to a total stranger. Starting with the tears.
The man saw more tears and panicked, crying girls weren't really up his ally. "U-um," He stuttered. "W-would you like to talk about it, maybe? I mean if you don't want to you don't- Hi." He stuck out his hand. "My name's Rogue. What's your's?"
The blonde chuckled lightly against her tears. "Lucy." She said. "It's nice to meet you, Rogue-san." She smiled against her tears before continuing, "But I really shouldn't burden a stranger with my problems."
"I'm not just a stranger, Miss Lucy." He smiled. "I'm Rogue. And if it would make you feel better then by all means, burden me to your heart's content because really, who would I tell?"
Lucy thought this over before perching herself on the curb and inviting him to do the same. She thought for a moment before speaking, evading anything too revealing or personal. "When I was young my mom died." She revealed. "My father took it hard, harder than he should've if you ask me. He became engrossed in his work, missed a few of my birthdays because of it. I eventually ran away and... things happened but he found me. We 'talked' and he told me that he'd leave me alone if I left him alone. And so I was... disowned."
She took a breath. "I learned a while back that he was enrolled in the hopital, but I didn't go. I knew I should've but I just couldn't bring myself to. And now he's gone and I..." She didn't finish. She couldn't.
The dark haired man beside her smiled. "It's alright." He whispered. "I know you can't hear me but it'll be alright. Let's get you home." Tapping her shoulder he got her attention, signing to her, "Where do you live, I'll take you home." She noodded and mumbled an adress, not too far from the hospital.
Wordlessly he lifted her into a standing position and proceeded to take her home. A few minutes later they arrived. The building was dark save for a few illuminated windows and he helped her in. She insited she was fine and could go the rest of the way on her own.
"Thank you, Rogue-san." She said as she closed the door. "Good night."
"Good night, Miss Lucy."
Rogue smiled as the frog-suited cat twirled around his ankles upon his arrival to his apartment. "It's good to see you too, Frosch." The cat meowled his aproval and sauntered off somewhwere. This made Rogue chuckle as he punched the button on the answering machine, the light indicating a message.
"Dr. Rogue."" Came the voice of his assistant, Yukino. "I'm calling to remind you you have a consultation tomorrow morning at the institution across town. You're to meet with the lead doctor and director over there regarding your current research." Papers shuffled and crinkled and at one point made a sound similar to falling on the floor as the woman on the other end swore, making the doctor chuckle.
"I believe the institution's name, if I've got the right paper, is something along the lines of Fairy's House for Damaged Teen's... Yes, that's it."
AGH! My sunburn is peeling! It hurts... and itches... but itching it hurts! AARRGGHH!
Whoo! I wonder what's up next... lolz cuz I have no idea.