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(11/24/05 4:22 pm)
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A Visit Home
Apartment 223...this is the place.
Amber stood at the door white painted door, the golden numbers glimmering; she had not faced her mother and Ria since the big move. The tassel on her Tai Chi sword dangled over her shoulder, as if urging her to go ahead and knock. She had stayed on campus, more of out of anger by her mother's sudden decision; dropping her training with Misaki-sensei and leaving what she could finally call home. Because of that, she had also met nice (and not so nice) people. Because of that, Amber finally felt that it was possible for her to fit in, make friends...Guilt had reared it's head again.
I shouldn't have been so angry...
Amber reached her hand up to knock on the door when it flew open and Amber was knocked down by a dark-haired ball of energy. Ria had always been like that, a genki girl who didn't hesitate to hug people she knew. Even when they had first met in Japan, she had done that to her, hugging her waist whenever they met.
"Onee-chan! You're back to visit us!" The pig-tailed girl exclaimed. Like herself, Ria had also adopted the Gothic Lolita style. Whether it was because it was cute on her or it was a gesture to make Amber feel less ridiculous was anyone's guess.
"Yeah...Ria-chan is mom home?" Amber said when Ria bounced up to allow her to stand again. The young Japanese girl spun her around and adjusted the bow on the back of her dress.
"Hai, she'll be happy to know you're visiting!" Ria grabbed Amber's arm and led her inside.
The apartment was a lot more inviting than the one in LA, more windows and brighter curtains. Most of the floors were tiled, up until the bedrooms at least where Amber could see beige carpets. A classical music stationed played the soothing music of Bach.
Ciana Ramius was in the kitchen, humming a familiar tune. Amber had always been told she was a spitting image of her mother, a slender woman with lovely copper-blonde hair and yet a fit body from years of CIA missions. For someone who had such a dangerous job, she was quite jolly and hospitiable. It made Amber wonder how her doting mother was before her existance...probably a fearsome warrior woman. Ciana had not touched a gun since Amber was just a baby.
Amber bowed her head. "Mom."
Ciana glanced over her shoulder with a "Hm?". Just as quickly as Ria had tackle-huggled her, her mother smothered Amber in a snuggle-hug. Ria's hyper mannerisms had rubbed off on her mother over the years.
"It's my little white rose! You came to visit. Were you having that much fun at the school?"
"...Yes mom. I met a few people. They're nice...a lot of them are." She knew she should not mention that she already had a few strange occurances in the past few days. Amber didn't want to worry her mother over that.
Ciana smiled, patting her with her oven mitt on. "I told you it was a good school, right? Maybe you'll feel better being there." She held up a finger and poked her daughter's nose. "You should bring over one of your friends one day."
Friends? Amber did not know anyone well enough to bring them home. The few that she met...well, she didn't know them that well. Maybe one day...it was a nice idea.
"I'm sorry," Amber said softly. Ciana only smiled again.
"Don't worry about it dear," a small ding of the timer interrupted her. "Ah! Dinner's ready!"
"Yay! Dinner!" Ria chimed, hopping over to the table and pulling a chair for Amber. The winged girl made a small smile and joined them. Ria chatted about her middle school and all the friends she had made already while Ciana served the food. Amber took off her sword.
Here, she was safe. Always accepted.
Glad to be home for a while.
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