Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Cursed Angel ❯ Meeting Ted ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

Flashback

 

 

I awake to someone shaking my arm. “Little girl are you okay?” a man's voice asked. I groaned and pulled myself up into sitting position. Just that small movement made my head spin. “here, drink this,” he said as he pushed a glass in my face. “ug” I moaned as I took it. I didn't have enough energy to say no. The liquid was sticky and sweet but it slowed the spinning. “Eat this.” The tone of his voice lent no room for arguing so again I took it. After finishing I slipped down to the ground and tried to ignore the pain I felt coming from him and others in another apartment. He carefully picked me up and put me in his bed, all the while avoiding my wings. Sleep was a welcome relief and luckily it came quickly.

 

When I woke up I felt much better and was able to stretch and move around though my wounds had not healed. I looked around trying to get a better look at my surroundings. I was in a run down apartment that smelled slightly of who knows what. The walls were dirty and the tap water was a sickly brown. The fridge was stocked with water bottles and take out food. I grabbed a water bottle and looked at the musty couch and small TV resting on a table.

 

I pashed over the room again with my eyes and seeing for the first time a big man sleeping on it. He must have given me his bed I thought. I moved over and looked him up and down. He was a big man at least 6 feet tall, with brown hair and stubble on his chin; it didn't make him look dirty and unclean just handsome. He was wearing too nice of an outfit to be living here I wondered about it. Maybe he took me the first place he could?

 

So interesting was this man that I reached out and touched him on the chest. I yelped as he grabbed my arm. He was looking up at me with clear gray blue eyes that had a serious expression. “How old are you girl?” he asked in a deep voice. When I didn't answer he noticed the fear in my eyes. Slowly he let go of my arm, and ran his hand through his hair. “Hey, hey, I won't bite.” He said with a smile that transformed his face. “I-I'm six.” I said. And that was how Ted and me met.

 

Later I found out about what he did for a living, he was a con artist. In turn I told him about my curse as best as I could for I didn't know much back then. “Well,” he said, “we might as well get started. “We!” I growled over my bowl of cereal. “Yes we! You have to earn your keep.” He spewed cereal all over the table as he spoke. “Yuck,” I shouted, “ okay, okay, I'll work.” It had been a week since I'd met Ted and we got along fine, though he could never get used to that rip of wings every night. I turned over the book Ted had bought me, a home schooling book. He told me that even though I didn't go to school I had to learn. “Well, then get ready to work!” He growled at my disgruntled expression. “Fine! You stingy bastard.” I whispered under my breath. “I heard that!” he yelled back at me, “You have a bad language for a six year old!” He kept on going before I stopped him by saying, “Well, yeah! I got it from you!” He started at my with a cold look before we burst out in giggles.

 

I sat atop the bar in the club and watched the people dance. It was only noon, but the club as rocking! People stared as they passed whispering about a little girl in a skimpy outfit in a bar. They probably wondered how I got in here, but that was my secret. “Hey, little girl, you can't be here your just a little to young.” A big scary man said, of course I wasn't afraid. If I didn't do my job Ted wouldn't be able to do his.

I looked up into his big face with sweet puppy eyes and said,” O-oh, I am terribly sorry, sir. I will leave right now, if you can catch me!” I ran under people between people with an easy grace. I heard the big man call for back up and then come chase me around; this would be fun! Out side heavily panting the man called, Alfred (I earlier learned), gave me a lecture that I pretended to hear. “Now, you should not do anything like this again, got that?” I looked up at his face then, sighed, “I know sir, I am very sorry. I will not do this type of thing again.” “Good,” he answered and then as he turned around to walk away I muttered under my breath, “Here,”

 

I walked around waiting for Ted to come out and got bored it could take hours sometimes, for him to come walking around the corner and into the alley. I hid behind some trashcans and changed out of the clubbing clothes. I didn't like those clothes; they showed just a little too much.

 

Finally Ted came around the corner, with a black eye. “Ha, Someone saw through you! I am sure you deserved it.” He just grunted and took me by the arm. We were on our way home, home, I have a home.

 

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