Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Split personality, Samaia of the other world ❯ 2. how one silly thing started this mess ( Chapter 2 )

“Samaia's sick again?”
“Geez, pal. That doc of hers must be seeing her more then you do these days. Make sure he doesn't run off with her. Hahaha…… Au!” Jared gets a whack on the back of his head from Edward. “Drop it, Jared. This is really hard for Ralf. He hasn't seen Samaia for three weeks now. He must really miss her. I can't imagine how he survives without her, I couldn't do it, anyway.” Edward gives Natalie a kiss on her head. She blushes and replies: “I think you'll do fine without me, Edward. You'll have great friends.”
“But guys, really, I'm fine. I was planning to drop by at her place this afternoon. Whether she would be sick or not.”
“Tight plan, pal. Tell that chick the truth!” I whack Jared on his head. “Grow up, Jared.” Everyone laughs.

`This is the place. Geez, I should have visited her a long time ago. I hope she will forgive me.' I walk towards the front door of Samaia's home, and ring the bell. No response.
`Strange. Normally, Angela would have opened the door for me by now.'
Angela is the Lambrouch' household maid. -You ask: A MAID! O.o - Yes, a maid. Samaia's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lambrouch, are pretty rich.
Just when I'm about to ring the bell again; opens someone the front door. It's a blond boy, wearing an orange and black trainings suit and he bumps right into me.
“Whoa. Sorry, buddy. Hadn't seen you standing there. You a friend of Samaia's?” the boy says and he helps me back on his feet again. I look at the boy. He's around the same age I am, same length and he has three scars on each cheek, just like the whiskers of a cat.
“Naruto! Where are you?” A girl with half long pink hair steps outside the house.
“Oh. Hey Sakura. I just bumped into someone. Sorry.”
“What, a friend of Samaia's?”
“I think so. He hasn't said a word yet.”
“Well, anyway. We should get going. We brought Samaia home, like we had to. Kakashi-sensei will wonder where we are.”
“Alright, later buddy.” The two walk away together.
“Hey! Wait! WAIT!” But they don't respond to my commands.
`Who where those guys? Oh crap! SAMAIA!' I run inside the house, up the stairs, straight to Samaia's bedroom. “Samaia!”
“Ralf?” I run straight into my girlfriend. I fall on top of her. “Oef… Samaia I…” I can't continue talking when I see what she's wearing. A top and a tracksuit, not something you normally wear when you're sick. “What's going on? I thought you were sick,” I say.
“Ralf, get off of me!” she demands.
“No, first answer my question! Who were those people just now and what were they talking about? And why the hell aren't you sick in bed?”
“Those people were Sakura and Naruto, two friends of mine from Japan. And why would you care?” she asks angry. Footsteps are approaching us. “What is going on here?” says a familiar voice. “Oh, hey Mrs. Lambrouch.”
`Oh great, just what I needed.' Samaia's mother enters the room of her daughter. “Mum!” says Samaia surprised. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Samaia, I just don't like her mother. That bitch hates my guts anyway. Now picture this situation through her eyes: the boy she doesn't like, but still is her daughter's boyfriend, on top of her sick and weak daughter. What would your first reaction be? ……… exactly.

We're sitting around the kitchen table. Samaia and her mother on one side and I, alone, on the other one, with only an awkward silence between us. Although, silence might be the wrong word. There is silence between me and Samaia. Samaia's mother on the other hand has been lecturing and scolding me for several minutes now, not that I heard much of her babbling. I just which the lady shuts up and leaves me and Samaia alone, so I can talk to my girlfriend, `cause this won't sole anything at all. “Ralf are you listening to me?” says Mrs. Lambrouch firm. My hands form fists. I can't take this much longer. “Ralf?!” I plant my hands firmly on the table and stand up from my seat. “Mrs. Lambrouch. I might not be the perfect boyfriend, nor the perfect future son-in-law, but I still AM Samaia's boyfriend, whether you like it or not! I know I made some mistakes in the past…
*Did I already mention to you that I'm a bit perverse? No? Well, Samaia's mom knows. She once caught us half naked in Samaia's room. We were half naked because I, kinda, undressed her. She let me do it, but still…*
and I know I can't change what I've done, but for now all I want to do is talk to Samaia, alone.” I put much emphasis on the last word so she understands. Samaia's mum looks surprised at me, not knowing what to do or to say. “Samaia.” Samaia looks at me. “Tell me, honestly. Who were those people? How do you know them? What are they to you?” I ask quietly. Samaia's mom finds her words again and starts her scolding again. “How dare you ask those questions to my daughter?! Samaia has been sick in bed for weeks and some friends came to visit her. Unlike you, they DO care about my daughter!” I look hard at Samaia.
“That's not the truth, right?” I say calm. Samaia seems to flinch a bit. “I know it's not true, `cause I heard them talk. They said that they had brought you home safely, so they should head back to their sensei, whatever that means. You haven't been sick in bed for these past three weeks, you were with them. Isn't that right?” Samaia tries to escape my gaze. Even Mrs. Lambrouch has nothing to say anymore. I'm doing good today. Dissed the bitch twice in less then 15 minutes. “Samaia…” I say the word slowly and calm, while I sit down again. “Please tell me the truth.” She looks up, straight into my eyes.
“I…I can't… I'm so sorry, Ralf…but I can't,” she says. I sigh. “Very well then. That's all the answer I need.” I stand up and throw my jacket over my shoulder. “Goodbye Mrs. Lambrouch. Goodbye Samaia.” I walk away from the two ladies. I suddenly think of something and stop in the doorway. I say her name, “Samaia?” not looking back at her.
“Yes?” I don't have to turn around to know that she's almost crying. I just know. “It's over,” I say and walk on. I can hear Samaia standing up from her chair, calling out my name, “Ralf!” probably in tears now. “Samaia, stop!” I assume her mother is trying to stop her from following me. “Don't leave me!” Samaia yells hysterically. I've hurt her, something I promised myself I would never do. I know that. I'm an asshole, I know that as well. But I can't stay with someone if I don't know whether or not I can trust that person. I walk out of the manor, into the free world. I can still hear Samaia scream my name. Begging me not to leave her. I just pretend I don't hear her. I'm trying to get things straight in my head. One silly argument and it was over. Something, I thought, was only possible in movies. Everyone always called us a perfect couple. A couple that would last forever. They were wrong! I can feel something rolling from my eye, over my cheek. Tears? I grin while I look at the small drop of salt water on my finger. I start to laugh with frustration. I'm such an idiot. Crying… over her? I'm starting to get weak. So, now you've seen a bit of the real me. A stubborn, stupid pervert with a too big ego. I'm not perfect, I'm far from perfect! But I'm free again. Free…and lonely.