Shugo Chara Fan Fiction ❯ Chara-mari: Lonesome Hearts ❯ Chapter 6: Floating Away ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Pinkit 
A small author's rant. Dealing with the aftermath of Tadase's little number on Amu.
Anime/Manga: Shugo Chara Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 04.26.2010 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 225 | Status: Work In Progress
A small author's rant. Dealing with the aftermath of Tadase's little number on Amu.
Anime/Manga: Shugo Chara Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 04.26.2010 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 225 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: So yeah, I will be honest with you all, I am not sorry for not updating sooner, I got word and proof that someone had stollen my story and posted it on fanfiction again. Shame on you! It did bother me I wont lie about it, I had thought of eraising the story and to hell with it, but no. I won't let that person get credit for it, this story is mine period.
O.K. so now that I am done with my rant, on to the other stuff.
I do NOT own Shugo Chara, Peach-Pit does. But I do own Dr. Utada and Bindi.
OST: "Silverspun Pickups - Panic Switch" and then "Creed - Weathered"
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Chara Mari: Lonesome Hearts
Chapter 6: Floating Away
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A car is heard while it zooms on the strip...
It's moving fast the engine hell-cries as the tires skid around the curves on the street...
The drivers' breathing comes in rapid succession as he shifts and screams something out, it can't be made out, and it sounds very far away...
The driver swerves, barely avoiding colliding with another, both him and the passenger sway in motion to the cars trajectory.
It feels like something pulls back preventing me from keeling forward in the seat.
Again the driver screams and shakes my shoulder; I can barely make out what he is saying...
My vision is cloudy, I feel very cold, I'm trembling...
I feel my body start convulsing, the brakes squeal as the car comes to a halt.
I feel like I’m floating in water and then it closes over my head as I lose consciousness.
---
Kukai manages to reach Dr. Utada's clinic in record time, skidding to a halt the smell of exhaust and burnt tires do nothing to affect him as he quickly kills the engine and opens the car door, vaulting over the hot metal of the hood he lands on the passenger's side of the car and pops open the door.
The girl, who had groaned in pain and appeared to be light headed while he drove her over, was not responding at all.
He checked her pulse, barely noticeable, her body was trembling but he didn't know if it was from shock or if her blood pressure had dropped along with her body temperature.
Kukai quickly unbuckled the seat belt and hefted Amu up in his arms, she was out like a light, her ivory skin was ice cold to the touch and her teeth were chattering, her body temperature had dropped incredibly in the last twenty minutes he took to drive all over town trying to get her the quickest way possible. He curled himself around her and stepped away from the car, walking over to the clinic door he yelled for the doctor to open up.
"Oi! Dr. Utada, get your lazy ass out of bed! I have an emergency here!"
The lights to the front porch of the private clinic/personal residence flashed on after a few minutes of silence, the dog barked in the backyard signaling an intruder was near.
"Oi! C'mon! Open up old man! Make it quick!"
A balding old man that appeared to be around sixty years old and about a foot length shorter than Kukai appeared behind the curtain covered window, his untamed graying mustache and bushy eyebrows made him look like a scary character from a science-fiction novel.
He opens the window and shines a flashlight on Kukai's face, "Now look here son, I already told'ya that'a midnight case of gas is no emergency, take some Pepto Bismol and go to sleep already! These young'uns come'in up over'ere wakin' one up in smack bare middle of the night I tell'ya! Where has the respect for yar' elders gone?!"
I was about to close the door as Kukai screams at him again, "Hey jiji! Look at what I'm holding here! It definitely ain't a sack of potatoes, now open up it's an emergency!"
The doctor put on his glasses and flashed the light on Kukai again, this time he saw what he had failed to observe the first time, a vey young girl covered in dry blood lay curled in the young man's arms, the old man cleared his throat and called Kukai's attention, "What is da meanin' of this'ere son? You gone into da hitter'pleaser field? what they call it now? M&M's? Nope that's not it, S&M'ers you'an S&M'er now Kukai?"
Kukai literally stomped his foot and growled at the good doctor turned old man, "No old man, she is a very good friend I rescued from a kid which I thought was good guy, he knocked her around pretty good, that is why she is out cold, now open the door, she needs your help!"
Dr. Utada assumed his professional attitude and pushed the corresponding button for the automatic doorman to unlock the door, "Very well then, let's see what I can do for her, bring her in already, and stop standing out in the cold there..."
Kukai rushed inside as he heard Utau's car pull up the doctor's driveway. He stepped into the sterile white ambience of the clinic, the worn leather couch and stained coffee table in the waiting room borught back memories from when he had come to doctor Utada's every time he got an injury at home, and now that he played for a big paying soccer team he had to keep a low profile unless the press was to find out of each and every injury and illness he had ever had.
The short pudgy doctor appeared from behind the door that divided the clinic from his house. He wore a white lab coat and plaid sleeping pants, a white wife beater under the lab coat. His large standard reading glasses sat atop his balding head. He motioned for Kukai to place the passed out Amu on a crisp hospital bed in the examination area. "Alright son, bring her in and put her on the bed over'ere, there is a blonde pretty'un screamin’ into my intercom sayin' she knows you, should I let her in?"
Kukai waved him off, "Don't worry about her, she is my girlfriend so I'll let her in, please go ahead and take a look at Amu she is the one that needs you right now."
The doctor nodded silently while he unwrapped the stethoscope from around his neck and put the plastic covered buds in his ears, then the glasses over the bridge of his aged eyes.
---
A thorough examination had been performed along with a few x-rays of the face, thorax and wrists without any major issues arising after the doctor examined them, all that was visibly left from the attempted assault was large bruises on both wrists that extended up to the hands and two inches away from the wrist itself, a large softball size rapidly darkening bruise on the jaw and cheekbone, a large discolored bruise on the chin and a tender lower lip, the blood she had all but bathed in had been cleaned away the clothes had been cut away with surgical scissors being replaced by a bland colored hospital gown and the wound on her lip was sterilized. Small skin colored band-aids now adorned the cleaned but tender area under her lip. Her wrists hand been massaged with pain ointment and wrapped in gauze, an I.V. with sedatives had been hooked to one of her forearm veins.
I can hear a beeping sound...
I can feel people in the room with me...
I hear voices talking in hushed tones, murmuring, whispering...
"Will she be o.k.? will she be alright? Will it leave a scar?"
My hearing is scarily accurate now, I can hear the birds chirping outside of the building, a dog barking in the backyard, a door slide open,
I can hear the droned voices coming from the TV in the other room.
I can feel a cold metal instrument as it's pressed to my skin, giving me an unsettling prickling feeling,
I feel something looming over me, cornering me, pressing me down,
My eyelids flutter open, my eyes are unfocused and my vision is blurry, my eyes take their time to adjust...
My vision finally manages to focus on a blob that is in front of me, it's an old man, in a lab coat, his bushy eyebrows and untrimmed mustache are a frightening visage to awaken to.
I cower away from him and scream...
---
Her eyes shot open as her pupils were as big as saucers; she breathed in and instantly let out a shrill scream, "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIII!"
Amu curled into herself and screamed bloody murder, Utau and Kukai ran into the room, worried for their friend. Utau glances around the room trying to find the origin of Amu's fearful scream, after a small observation of the room she finds that only the doctor could cause her to yell out like that. "Oi! Doctor what did you do to my friend to have her scream like that, huh?!"
The doctor brushed his meaty finger thru his beard and settled back on the stool he had been perched upon to be able examine Amu better, "I have done nothing to her, I was just checking her pulse and temperature, she woke up suddenly and then curled into the human ball you see huddled on the bed right now, she is going thru a process of coping with what happened to her, it's best you take her to a psychologist, what she has is called post-traumatic stress syndrome."
Utau blinked as she fell to her knees in an incredulous heap. Kukai pulled her back up and hugged her close to him, the larger amount of damage Tadase had inflicted had been internal, he had fucked with her mind and now she was traumatized.
It would be a long way she would have to travel before she would be the same sweet innocent Amu everybody loved.
The good thing was that they didn't have to confront Amu's parents yet, since she and Utau would be leaving on a trip within a few hours.
Kukai released Utau silently and walked out the back door of the clinic, he kicked the first thing he saw in the alley, a large dumpster. The metal carcass panged loudly as his raged cry echoed throughout the otherwise silent area. He punched and kicked the dumpster numerous amount of times, letting out his anger.
Each punch and kick accented by his pained words, "Tadase, you stupid idiot, you scumbag, jerk! How could you do this? How could you, she is like my sister! You perverted idiot! Damn you! I'm going to kick your ass!"
His forward lurch was halted by a small hand on his shoulder, his wild rage filled visage clashed with the amethyst pools glittering with emotion of Utau's worried eyes. His chest heaved as he panted. Kukai turned around and pulled Utau into a bone-crushing hug without a word, she wrapped her arms around his large shoulders embracing him; a silent sob was heard from within their tight knit arms, as small tears leaked out from behind closed lids and dripped onto her uncovered shoulder.
Utau caressed his back in circular motions, "Shhh, it will be alright, we will make it alright, he will pay for what he has done, but we have to stay strong for her. Amu needs us right now Kukai, let’s not show her how sorry we are for not getting there sooner and rescuing her from that monster."
He sighed and loosened his grip now only hugging her close to him, making her feel secure and reminding himself that she was here with him when he most needed it.
"I know baby girl, but I can’t help but blame myself for what happened, how are we going to tell her parents? Is it a good idea to let them know right now? I mean it's not even our right to let them know; only Amu can decide about whom to tell."
"That is true"
"But I feel so bad for keeping it from them, her mother trusted me to take care of her."
"I know"
"So what do we do know?"
"We take her with us on tour and make her forget it ever happened, we can visit a good psychologist when we arrive in Amsterdam, I have a couple of days before the concert is to be held there, we can take her to see a doctor, and then we decide what to do from then on."
"It sounds like a plan."
"Yes it's actually Yukari-sempai's plan, I called her when Amu woke up and explained everything to her, and she gave me that idea."
"O.K. so we are leaving this evening?"
"Not really, I also asked Yukari-sempai to swing by my place and pick up the bags I have ready for Amu and me, we are leaving as soon as the driver arrives to pick us up and take us to the airport."
"Why so suddenly angel?" he asked as he brushed her sweaty bangs out of her face.
"I know her parents have planned to see her off at the airport, and right now she is in no form to let them see her."
"Good idea, who's ever it was."
"Yeah, thanks," she said as she idly played with his dog tags he always wore around his neck.
"What about the cars which are still parked outside and my stuff?"
"I have that covered too, I called your brothers and they have already dropped off your stuff and driven both cars back to my place,"
"Aren't you the busy beaver?" he said as she smirked and pulled him down by the titanium chain he wore his tags on, "I am, and that is why you love me so much..." she answered as met his lips with hers in a heated kiss.
A carhorn beeped outside, the limo had arrived to pick them up and drop them off at the airport.
Utau broke the kiss and nuzzled his cheek with the tip of her nose, “Our ride is here champ, let’s get a move on.”
“Good idea baby girl, let’s go.”
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Meanwhile, in large plush mansion in Abu Dhabi:
A young woman dressed in a long colorful layered skirt and a sleeveless spaghetti string top sat under the shade provided by a tree which adorned the vast gardens surrounding the mansion her parents were currently occupying, she released a growl of frustration as she tapped the “End Call” key for the tenth time and tried re-dialing her best friends number.
Even though she had meticulously kept her cell phone roaming service active in case she were to receive a call from her or feel in the need to call her to let her know she is alright, there was no way it were mere coincidence that she couldn’t seem to call the small list of people she considered friends back in Japan not even Amu’s number since the call would also go straight into voicemail.
She felt frustrated; no she was flat out flabbergasted of the situation at hand. Rima knew she shouldn’t have trusted Utau with her precious friend, even if it were for a couple of months.
“That blond bimbo has let something happen to Amu, I just know it! The sucky part of this situation is that I am stuck playing the Arabian Princess for mom and dad for the rest of spring and summer, argh!”
A middle age Hindi woman approached the young woman lounging under the shade of the tree, offering her a tall glass of an ice chilled Perrot water. “Here you go mistress, a fresh bubbly water to be able to chill away this heat.”
Rima accepted the glass of flavored water but looked off into the distance.
The maid cleared her subtly cleared her throat. Rima flashed her eyes over to her, “Yes Bindi was there something you needed to tell me?”
The maid bowed and then answered, “I see that the mistress is distressed, is there something on your mind?”
Rima sighed and slumped back against the rough bark of the tree, “I left my best friend that is going thru some personality issues back in Japan, I know something is wrong with her, and I tried to call her but she does not answer her phone, I know something has happened to her, I can feel it…”
Bindi nodded knowingly, “I bet your friendship is really deep in trust for you to feel that she is having a hard time right now, surely she will call you, and the international lines here sometimes are faulty, worry not mistress.”
“Let’s just hope it’s that and not something bad.”
The maid started walking back to the mansion with the silver platter she had bought the glass of expensive flavored bubbly water under her arm. After walking a few steps she paused and looked over her shoulder, “An early dinner will be served in the garden in ten minutes mistress Rima, please remember to wash your hands before you join the table.”
Rima blinked and asked, “It’s barely five o’clock Bindi why so early?”
The maid sighed not knowing how she hated being alone in the mansion, “Your mother called that she had a late business meeting trying to close a deal with a client, and your father forgot he had dinner reservations, so it would just be you at the table, there is no need to wait for them since the called to inform of not assisting to the meal.”
Rima blew air thru her teeth and nodded.
‘It’s just the same as in Japan when they were still together, I always had dinner by myself after mom drove me home, some family vacations these will turn out to be…’
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I do apologize for any typos or mistakes you might find.
Please read and review!
Ja Ne!
-Pinkit
O.K. so now that I am done with my rant, on to the other stuff.
I do NOT own Shugo Chara, Peach-Pit does. But I do own Dr. Utada and Bindi.
OST: "Silverspun Pickups - Panic Switch" and then "Creed - Weathered"
---
Chara Mari: Lonesome Hearts
Chapter 6: Floating Away
---
A car is heard while it zooms on the strip...
It's moving fast the engine hell-cries as the tires skid around the curves on the street...
The drivers' breathing comes in rapid succession as he shifts and screams something out, it can't be made out, and it sounds very far away...
The driver swerves, barely avoiding colliding with another, both him and the passenger sway in motion to the cars trajectory.
It feels like something pulls back preventing me from keeling forward in the seat.
Again the driver screams and shakes my shoulder; I can barely make out what he is saying...
My vision is cloudy, I feel very cold, I'm trembling...
I feel my body start convulsing, the brakes squeal as the car comes to a halt.
I feel like I’m floating in water and then it closes over my head as I lose consciousness.
---
Kukai manages to reach Dr. Utada's clinic in record time, skidding to a halt the smell of exhaust and burnt tires do nothing to affect him as he quickly kills the engine and opens the car door, vaulting over the hot metal of the hood he lands on the passenger's side of the car and pops open the door.
The girl, who had groaned in pain and appeared to be light headed while he drove her over, was not responding at all.
He checked her pulse, barely noticeable, her body was trembling but he didn't know if it was from shock or if her blood pressure had dropped along with her body temperature.
Kukai quickly unbuckled the seat belt and hefted Amu up in his arms, she was out like a light, her ivory skin was ice cold to the touch and her teeth were chattering, her body temperature had dropped incredibly in the last twenty minutes he took to drive all over town trying to get her the quickest way possible. He curled himself around her and stepped away from the car, walking over to the clinic door he yelled for the doctor to open up.
"Oi! Dr. Utada, get your lazy ass out of bed! I have an emergency here!"
The lights to the front porch of the private clinic/personal residence flashed on after a few minutes of silence, the dog barked in the backyard signaling an intruder was near.
"Oi! C'mon! Open up old man! Make it quick!"
A balding old man that appeared to be around sixty years old and about a foot length shorter than Kukai appeared behind the curtain covered window, his untamed graying mustache and bushy eyebrows made him look like a scary character from a science-fiction novel.
He opens the window and shines a flashlight on Kukai's face, "Now look here son, I already told'ya that'a midnight case of gas is no emergency, take some Pepto Bismol and go to sleep already! These young'uns come'in up over'ere wakin' one up in smack bare middle of the night I tell'ya! Where has the respect for yar' elders gone?!"
I was about to close the door as Kukai screams at him again, "Hey jiji! Look at what I'm holding here! It definitely ain't a sack of potatoes, now open up it's an emergency!"
The doctor put on his glasses and flashed the light on Kukai again, this time he saw what he had failed to observe the first time, a vey young girl covered in dry blood lay curled in the young man's arms, the old man cleared his throat and called Kukai's attention, "What is da meanin' of this'ere son? You gone into da hitter'pleaser field? what they call it now? M&M's? Nope that's not it, S&M'ers you'an S&M'er now Kukai?"
Kukai literally stomped his foot and growled at the good doctor turned old man, "No old man, she is a very good friend I rescued from a kid which I thought was good guy, he knocked her around pretty good, that is why she is out cold, now open the door, she needs your help!"
Dr. Utada assumed his professional attitude and pushed the corresponding button for the automatic doorman to unlock the door, "Very well then, let's see what I can do for her, bring her in already, and stop standing out in the cold there..."
Kukai rushed inside as he heard Utau's car pull up the doctor's driveway. He stepped into the sterile white ambience of the clinic, the worn leather couch and stained coffee table in the waiting room borught back memories from when he had come to doctor Utada's every time he got an injury at home, and now that he played for a big paying soccer team he had to keep a low profile unless the press was to find out of each and every injury and illness he had ever had.
The short pudgy doctor appeared from behind the door that divided the clinic from his house. He wore a white lab coat and plaid sleeping pants, a white wife beater under the lab coat. His large standard reading glasses sat atop his balding head. He motioned for Kukai to place the passed out Amu on a crisp hospital bed in the examination area. "Alright son, bring her in and put her on the bed over'ere, there is a blonde pretty'un screamin’ into my intercom sayin' she knows you, should I let her in?"
Kukai waved him off, "Don't worry about her, she is my girlfriend so I'll let her in, please go ahead and take a look at Amu she is the one that needs you right now."
The doctor nodded silently while he unwrapped the stethoscope from around his neck and put the plastic covered buds in his ears, then the glasses over the bridge of his aged eyes.
---
A thorough examination had been performed along with a few x-rays of the face, thorax and wrists without any major issues arising after the doctor examined them, all that was visibly left from the attempted assault was large bruises on both wrists that extended up to the hands and two inches away from the wrist itself, a large softball size rapidly darkening bruise on the jaw and cheekbone, a large discolored bruise on the chin and a tender lower lip, the blood she had all but bathed in had been cleaned away the clothes had been cut away with surgical scissors being replaced by a bland colored hospital gown and the wound on her lip was sterilized. Small skin colored band-aids now adorned the cleaned but tender area under her lip. Her wrists hand been massaged with pain ointment and wrapped in gauze, an I.V. with sedatives had been hooked to one of her forearm veins.
I can hear a beeping sound...
I can feel people in the room with me...
I hear voices talking in hushed tones, murmuring, whispering...
"Will she be o.k.? will she be alright? Will it leave a scar?"
My hearing is scarily accurate now, I can hear the birds chirping outside of the building, a dog barking in the backyard, a door slide open,
I can hear the droned voices coming from the TV in the other room.
I can feel a cold metal instrument as it's pressed to my skin, giving me an unsettling prickling feeling,
I feel something looming over me, cornering me, pressing me down,
My eyelids flutter open, my eyes are unfocused and my vision is blurry, my eyes take their time to adjust...
My vision finally manages to focus on a blob that is in front of me, it's an old man, in a lab coat, his bushy eyebrows and untrimmed mustache are a frightening visage to awaken to.
I cower away from him and scream...
---
Her eyes shot open as her pupils were as big as saucers; she breathed in and instantly let out a shrill scream, "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIII!"
Amu curled into herself and screamed bloody murder, Utau and Kukai ran into the room, worried for their friend. Utau glances around the room trying to find the origin of Amu's fearful scream, after a small observation of the room she finds that only the doctor could cause her to yell out like that. "Oi! Doctor what did you do to my friend to have her scream like that, huh?!"
The doctor brushed his meaty finger thru his beard and settled back on the stool he had been perched upon to be able examine Amu better, "I have done nothing to her, I was just checking her pulse and temperature, she woke up suddenly and then curled into the human ball you see huddled on the bed right now, she is going thru a process of coping with what happened to her, it's best you take her to a psychologist, what she has is called post-traumatic stress syndrome."
Utau blinked as she fell to her knees in an incredulous heap. Kukai pulled her back up and hugged her close to him, the larger amount of damage Tadase had inflicted had been internal, he had fucked with her mind and now she was traumatized.
It would be a long way she would have to travel before she would be the same sweet innocent Amu everybody loved.
The good thing was that they didn't have to confront Amu's parents yet, since she and Utau would be leaving on a trip within a few hours.
Kukai released Utau silently and walked out the back door of the clinic, he kicked the first thing he saw in the alley, a large dumpster. The metal carcass panged loudly as his raged cry echoed throughout the otherwise silent area. He punched and kicked the dumpster numerous amount of times, letting out his anger.
Each punch and kick accented by his pained words, "Tadase, you stupid idiot, you scumbag, jerk! How could you do this? How could you, she is like my sister! You perverted idiot! Damn you! I'm going to kick your ass!"
His forward lurch was halted by a small hand on his shoulder, his wild rage filled visage clashed with the amethyst pools glittering with emotion of Utau's worried eyes. His chest heaved as he panted. Kukai turned around and pulled Utau into a bone-crushing hug without a word, she wrapped her arms around his large shoulders embracing him; a silent sob was heard from within their tight knit arms, as small tears leaked out from behind closed lids and dripped onto her uncovered shoulder.
Utau caressed his back in circular motions, "Shhh, it will be alright, we will make it alright, he will pay for what he has done, but we have to stay strong for her. Amu needs us right now Kukai, let’s not show her how sorry we are for not getting there sooner and rescuing her from that monster."
He sighed and loosened his grip now only hugging her close to him, making her feel secure and reminding himself that she was here with him when he most needed it.
"I know baby girl, but I can’t help but blame myself for what happened, how are we going to tell her parents? Is it a good idea to let them know right now? I mean it's not even our right to let them know; only Amu can decide about whom to tell."
"That is true"
"But I feel so bad for keeping it from them, her mother trusted me to take care of her."
"I know"
"So what do we do know?"
"We take her with us on tour and make her forget it ever happened, we can visit a good psychologist when we arrive in Amsterdam, I have a couple of days before the concert is to be held there, we can take her to see a doctor, and then we decide what to do from then on."
"It sounds like a plan."
"Yes it's actually Yukari-sempai's plan, I called her when Amu woke up and explained everything to her, and she gave me that idea."
"O.K. so we are leaving this evening?"
"Not really, I also asked Yukari-sempai to swing by my place and pick up the bags I have ready for Amu and me, we are leaving as soon as the driver arrives to pick us up and take us to the airport."
"Why so suddenly angel?" he asked as he brushed her sweaty bangs out of her face.
"I know her parents have planned to see her off at the airport, and right now she is in no form to let them see her."
"Good idea, who's ever it was."
"Yeah, thanks," she said as she idly played with his dog tags he always wore around his neck.
"What about the cars which are still parked outside and my stuff?"
"I have that covered too, I called your brothers and they have already dropped off your stuff and driven both cars back to my place,"
"Aren't you the busy beaver?" he said as she smirked and pulled him down by the titanium chain he wore his tags on, "I am, and that is why you love me so much..." she answered as met his lips with hers in a heated kiss.
A carhorn beeped outside, the limo had arrived to pick them up and drop them off at the airport.
Utau broke the kiss and nuzzled his cheek with the tip of her nose, “Our ride is here champ, let’s get a move on.”
“Good idea baby girl, let’s go.”
-------
Meanwhile, in large plush mansion in Abu Dhabi:
A young woman dressed in a long colorful layered skirt and a sleeveless spaghetti string top sat under the shade provided by a tree which adorned the vast gardens surrounding the mansion her parents were currently occupying, she released a growl of frustration as she tapped the “End Call” key for the tenth time and tried re-dialing her best friends number.
Even though she had meticulously kept her cell phone roaming service active in case she were to receive a call from her or feel in the need to call her to let her know she is alright, there was no way it were mere coincidence that she couldn’t seem to call the small list of people she considered friends back in Japan not even Amu’s number since the call would also go straight into voicemail.
She felt frustrated; no she was flat out flabbergasted of the situation at hand. Rima knew she shouldn’t have trusted Utau with her precious friend, even if it were for a couple of months.
“That blond bimbo has let something happen to Amu, I just know it! The sucky part of this situation is that I am stuck playing the Arabian Princess for mom and dad for the rest of spring and summer, argh!”
A middle age Hindi woman approached the young woman lounging under the shade of the tree, offering her a tall glass of an ice chilled Perrot water. “Here you go mistress, a fresh bubbly water to be able to chill away this heat.”
Rima accepted the glass of flavored water but looked off into the distance.
The maid cleared her subtly cleared her throat. Rima flashed her eyes over to her, “Yes Bindi was there something you needed to tell me?”
The maid bowed and then answered, “I see that the mistress is distressed, is there something on your mind?”
Rima sighed and slumped back against the rough bark of the tree, “I left my best friend that is going thru some personality issues back in Japan, I know something is wrong with her, and I tried to call her but she does not answer her phone, I know something has happened to her, I can feel it…”
Bindi nodded knowingly, “I bet your friendship is really deep in trust for you to feel that she is having a hard time right now, surely she will call you, and the international lines here sometimes are faulty, worry not mistress.”
“Let’s just hope it’s that and not something bad.”
The maid started walking back to the mansion with the silver platter she had bought the glass of expensive flavored bubbly water under her arm. After walking a few steps she paused and looked over her shoulder, “An early dinner will be served in the garden in ten minutes mistress Rima, please remember to wash your hands before you join the table.”
Rima blinked and asked, “It’s barely five o’clock Bindi why so early?”
The maid sighed not knowing how she hated being alone in the mansion, “Your mother called that she had a late business meeting trying to close a deal with a client, and your father forgot he had dinner reservations, so it would just be you at the table, there is no need to wait for them since the called to inform of not assisting to the meal.”
Rima blew air thru her teeth and nodded.
‘It’s just the same as in Japan when they were still together, I always had dinner by myself after mom drove me home, some family vacations these will turn out to be…’
-------------------
I do apologize for any typos or mistakes you might find.
Please read and review!
Ja Ne!
-Pinkit