Tekken Fan Fiction ❯ Scars ❯ Tragedy ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
A/N 1- I own this story, and future characters (not associated with Namco) in upcoming chapters.
A/N 2- This story contains some humor. You know, to lighten the mood.
Special Thanks to Meepsie! This Chapter is for you ^_^
Scars
By Rain Nichole
Ch. 2- Tragedy
I heard this buzzing sound. I thought it was a fly, so I ignored it. It buzzed again, so I hit around my face blindly so it wouldn't land on me. When it got closer to me and wouldn't stop, I thought `Oh my gosh, it could be a bee! I'm allergic to bees!' I jumped up in my bed, slapping myself with both hands. I heard a laugh and looked around me. I saw it was my brother.
“Chris!” I yelled and he just rolled over on my bed laughing. “I know your face has got to hurt with you slapping it like, he proceeded to demonstrate.
“Get out of my room, you fool!” I roll him off my bed, and I hear him hit the floor. He never stopped laughing. He's laughing as he gets up off the floor. He backs his way toward my door. “Buzz, buzz, buzz.” I throw a pillow and it misses. “Missed me!” I throw another at him and he steps out the door, just in time.
At that moment, I realize that he was still in his shorts and t-shirt from sleeping. I jump out of bed, and run down the hall yelling. “Chris, get out the bathroom! You were awake before me. You shoulda went then!” I beat on the door. The door opens, and Chris comes out. “I was just messing with you.” He walks past me and down the hall to his room. Once the door is shut, I turn to the mirror. `Man I need to brush my hair.'
I hear a sound that sounds like a laugh, but I'm not sure. I proceed to wash my face and I hear it again, but I know for sure this time it's a laugh. For I look out the tiny window in the bathroom, and see that it's still black outside. Something's not right. I look at my watch and it reads `6:13'. Chris laughs louder on the other side of the bathroom door. I open the door and he runs down the hall to his room. `Ha, he got me this time. But his is coming.' I walk back to my room. By the time I'm in my bed, its 6:19. Well, I get to sleep till 7:20.
“Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!” I roll over and fall out of bed. Cutting the alarm off, I walk past my mirror. `My hair is a mess.' I touch my hair. `I knew I shoulda put rubber bands at the end.' I shake my head, heading to the bathroom the second time this morning.
After the morning bathroom rituals, I feel so much better. Even though, I feel as if I didn't get any sleep last night. Back in my room, I put my hair in a low ponytail a green holder. I grab my green t-shirt that says `Hello?' in white letters. My mom bought it for me last year, and it's so comfortable. Next I put my gray draw string shorts on and green socks with my white sneakers. Putting my green glasses on and grabbing my black backpack, I head down stairs; to the kitchen. Where else? I'm hungry.
I walk in the kitchen and put my backpack down against the wall. I see my mom and dad talking between the sink and fridge. Heading to the table on the right, I see Chris sitting and eating apple jam and toast with bacon. He looks up at me and makes a face at what I'm wearing. I know why. I don't even have to ask. We're dressed the same. Even down to the green glasses and low ponytail. Except his green t-shirt has `What?' in white letters.
“Why are you dressed like me? Huh?” I put my hands on my hips.
“Now, why in the world would I dress like you, Christie? On purpose, anyway. Your clothes are hideous.” I open my mouth to say something.
Putting his right hand up, he stops me. “Não diga qualquer coisa, a menos que dever concordar.”
“Que? Se eu vestir assim hideous, por que você está vestido como mim então, Chris?” He's about to respond, when mom interrupts.
“There's nothing wrong with the way either of you are dressed. I think you look cute. Now, sit down and eat your food.” I look at Chris one more time, and then sit down.
He leans forward. And in a whisper, “I grabbed the first thing in my closet. What's your excuse, Christie?”
I lean forward. “I wanted something that's comfortable and I like the shirt, Chris.”
“Hmmm.” He shakes his head.
“But if you chose what the first thing in your closet, why'd you pick green glasses? I mean, I didn't even know you had green glasses.”
“They matched the shirt. And I've had these glasses since you've had yours. I have the same colors as you.”
“You have pink ones, too?” He's about to reply, when mom interrupts again.
“Christiana Lucretia and Christian Lucretius, the only time I want your mouths open, is when you're putting food in them. Understand?” She's shaking her head yes.
“Yes.” We both say.
“Yes, what?” Dad interrupts in a warning tone.
“Yes, ma'am.”
She comes over to us and kisses us both. “Uhh. Don't kiss me. I'm too old for this and guys don't want kisses from their moms.” Chris says wiping his cheek and leaning away from her.
“You're never too old for kisses from your mom.” She kisses us again.
“Anyway, Chris, I don't mind getting a kiss from mom. It means she loves me.” I hug mom.
Leaning away from mom. “No, that's because you're a baby, Christie.”
“I'm not a baby.” I turn to mom. “We're eleven now.”
“You're definitely not babies anymore.” Turning to dad. “Christian, we didn't forget their birthday. Did we?”
“Nope. When you get in from school, we have a surprise for you both.” He and mom are smiling.
“I was happy and excited, that I couldn't wait till after school.” I look at the doc.
“It was understandable that you'd be excited, Christie. You were a child.” Julia was writing, but she'd never stopped the tape recorder.
She finishes writing and looks up at me. “You may continue, Christie.”
“Well, it'll have to wait till after practice.” What did he mean?
“What do you mean, C J?” Mom asks. She calls him C J, because he and dad have the same name. C J stands for Christian Jr.
“Well, I have basketball practice after school, till 4:30.”
“Then after we pick you up,” mom gestures to Chris, “You'll both receive it.”
“You're getting them together, in case you were wondering. And Regina, I'm off to work.” He looks at his watch on his left hand. Dad tells us bye, grabs his keys and out the door he goes. But not before saying Feliz Aniversario!to us.
“Oh, ya'll are gonna be late if you don't run to catch the bus!” Mom says gesturing with her hands for us to hurry out the door. I grab my backpack and head out the door after Chris.
“Feliz Aniversario, bebês! Mom calls after us.
Out the door, we stand next to each other at the bus stop.
“Christie, ready to deal with Jin?” Chris is smiling.
I turn to face him. “You know, I'm not.” I look past him down the street to see the bus. “There goes the bus, Chris.”
We get on the bus. And as soon as we walk in, I notice a girl with neck length chocolate brown hair, peach skin, dark brown eyes and wearing white shorts and a plain dark blue t-shirt. She comes over and sits next to me. “Hey, babe. How you doing?” Asuka Kazama reaches over and hugs me.
“I'm good and you?” She settles in next to me. She faces me and shakes her head.
“You know I'd be better when Chris doesn't have Steve around.” I laugh.
“You know I'm serious. You don't like him either.”
I notice she's looking down the isle. I lean toward her and I see she's looking at my brother. I look next to him and I see a guy with short blonde hair, tanned skin and light blue eyes looking at me. He moves his lips in a kiss motion. I shiver. I don't like Steve.
I turn around to Asuka. She shakes her head. Next thing I know, Steve and Chris move to sit in the row next to us. Asuka's seen it too.
“How's it going, Suky?” Chris asks her. She laughs when he calls her the nick name I use.
“Good Chris. You?” She asks him.
“Good.” He smiles. She does a little giggle. Suky's always had a little crush on Chris.
“Let's fast forward a little. What happened after school, Christie?” She's writing that damn note pad. I want to rip that thing up!
She looks up at me and lets me know that she knows what I've been thinking.
“I know you'd like to rip this note pad up, Christie,” She lifts it up, “but you're going to need my personal opinion to prove that you're fit to quit therapy.”
I don't say anything to that comment. But I do continue my story.
“After school that day, my mom and dad came to pick me and Suky up. I didn't have to ride the bus home, if one of them was home or if one of Suky's parents were home.”
“Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Monteiro.” Turning to me she she says bye and hugs me.” I would've never thought that that would be the last time I'd see Suky. I don't even know whatever happened to her.
We drove home and since it'd be about an hour and 30 till Chris' practice ended. We watched TV and some ramen noodles. You're always hungry after school. When it was time to pick Chris up, I decided that I'd not go. I wanted to do my hair and pick out some nice clothes, like bell bottom jeans and a nice 70's floral shirt. Yeah, yeah, I know I was kinda a hippie. That's what my mom used to say.
“I'm gonna stay. You know, to get ready before Chris gets here. He's gonna be in the bathroom a while, Because of practice.” They shake their heads `ok' and head out the door. Leaving me with the place to myself. Even if only for 10 minutes, the place is quiet. I like.
It's been about an hour since they left to get Chris. They should be back by now. I kept thinking. Cell phones didn't exist till 2 years later. So there was no way I could get in touch with them. I had to wait for them to get home.
Now, it's been 2 hours and they're still not here. What happened? I'm so worried. Then I see Dad's house key on the kitchen counter. Mom's keychain is on the living room table. There's a knock on the door. I feel so relieved. They didn't have their keys, so of course they'd knock! Now they're gonna have to tell me why it took so long just to pick up Chris from the school.
Opening the door, I don't see mom, dad and Chris, but 2 police officers.
“Are you Christiana Monteiro?” The male officer asks.
“Yeah. Why are you here?” I'm not trying to be rude, but they need to tell me why.
I hear the female officer take a breath, and I look to her. She avoids looking at me. Then the male officer asks to come in. I let them.
Sitting on the couch, the male officer speaks. “I'm Officer Julien Urban and this,” he turns to the female officer, “is my partner Officer Amaryllis Berry.”
“Why are you here?” I ask again.
Officer Urban speaks. “This is a little hard for me to say.” He looks up. “Would you mind sitting down?”
“Tell me what's wrong.”
Officer Berry clears her throat. Then speaks. “Your parents and brother were in an accident. A car accident. It was pretty bad…”
“Ohhh, no.”
“But, they're alive.” I look at them and I catch the look that they share, and I know she's not telling me the truth.
“Did they tell you I was at home waiting for them?”
Officer Urban hesitates. “Your mom told us.”
“What did my brother say?”
“That it was you and his birthday. And that he needed to get better, so he could get home.”
“What'd my dad say?”
“Your brother said…” I cut Officer Berry off.
“I know what Chris said. I wanna know what dad said.”
“Your brother…”
“I know what Chris said! I wan to know what my dad said!” I look Officer Berry in her eyes.
She swallows. “Your dad didn't say anything.”
“Why!?”
“He's gone.”
“Gone where?”
“He's dead, Christiana.”
“Nooo!”
“I'm sorry, Christiana.” Officer Urban says.
Water wells up in my eyes.
“He wasn't in any pain. He died instantly.” Officer Berry says.
Hot tears fall down my cheeks and chin.
“Nooo…”
I run upstairs to my room. Everything just seems to be much better when I'm in my room. My head is down, but when I look up, I see my big mirror. On that mirror are pictures of Chris, dad and mom. There's a picture of mom and me. Matching orange sundresses and brown sandals, with our matching reddish brown hair in two low ponytails. Our hazel eyes smiling more than our mouths. I remember when that picture was taken. I was 9 years old and it was big little day at my school. We had someone dress like us and they were to be the older version of us. My mom came for me, dad came for Chris. I know it sounds stupid that the school made up a day like that, but I had so much fun. The next picture that caught my eye, was the kindergarten graduation picture of me and Chris. We standing next to each other, me with the yellow cap and gown with two plaits and Chris in the blue cap and gown with one plait. We had those smiles that little kids make, where they show all their teeth. And one picture that hurt me the most. The picture that was taken of dad holding me in the hospital room, the day we were born. Mom was holding Chris directly next to dad. His light brown eyes mere slits with how big he was smiling. A sanitary had covering his chestnut hair. His chocolate brown hands holding me while I was asleep. I'll never get to see him smile again. Why did Deustake him away from me?
“We're going to take you to the hospital to be with your family. They're going to need you more than anything now.” I turn my head to Officer Urban. Then to Officer Berry. She shakes her head.
I turn back around. I don't need to ask what he meant by the comment of them needing me, because I knew. My mom and brother are just like me. They lost Christian Monteiro. Husband and Father.
Turning back around, I head out my room and they follow. Out the door the place that'll bring memories that'll make me cry, to the place where you're supposed to get better.
Well that was long, huh? I hope you liked ^_^ -Chapter 3 `I'm Sorry'- is next. And, here are the translations to the underlined Portuguese words in the story.
Translating Portuguese into English
Feliz Aniversario!= Happy Birthday!
Feliz Aniversario, bebês! = Happy Birthday, babies!
Não diga qualquer coisa, a menos que dever concordar. = Don't say anything, unless it's to agree.
Que? Se eu vestir assim hideous, por que você está vestido como mim então, Chris? = What? If I dress so hideous, why are you dressed like me then, Chris?
God = Deus
Peace,
Rain Nichole