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nilielhTitle : Story 2 : Jun Matsumoto - One More Chance (chapter 3)
Rating:PG
Pairing: Jun/OC
Author: jade
Note : as I've said in the previous post, I'll be doing fragments (series of flashbacks) so please forgive me if the coming chapters are a little short..and I mean, short .. anyway, this is for everyone who has been patiently waiting for my updates..(originally posted in Aibakaland)
FIC INDEX HERE
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Chapter 3
(1) Flashbacks
It was a chilly November night.. she had been waiting for her husband’s arrival for quite sometime now.. he was actually pretty late and she cannot force herself to stay in one place, pacing here and there, worrying herself silly. For an old man to be out so late, it should have a pretty convincing alibi.. she thought silently.
She was about to go to the kitchen to prepare herself a cup of tea when she heard that familiar roar of engine. She chuckled as she went towards the door to greet her beloved husband when she heard him called out her name frantically..
“Cecille dear~!”, he called.
She quickly went out the door, knowing that there is really something going on with her husband.. it was one of the rare times that he called her in her full given name. The door wasn’t even fully opened when her husband pushed it and quickly yanked her hands, pulling her outside.
All questions hanged in the air when he guided her onto his car, and without a word pointed. She suddenly felt numb.. because there, lying at the backseat of her husband’s car, was a beaten up young lady.. practically lifeless and bleeding.
“W-who is she?”, she managed to choke out.
Her husband only shook his head.. “I f-found her near the town’s motel, on my way home.. she was lying at the sidewalk.. I thought she was already dead, but when I came to check her out, she gripped my hand and said help me..”, he said without pausing.
Cecille-san nodded in disbelief.
“Anata, let’s take her inside..”, she answered.
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“She doesn’t have her bag with her when you found her?”, Cecille-san asked.
Her husband again shook his head.. “She have nothing on her.. I think she was mobbed or something.. poor girl~”.
“~I think she’s Filipina.. she have the same skin color as you.”, he continued shifting his gaze back at her.
She looked back at the unmoving girl.. also convinced that she might really be Filipina, realizing that her features and her skin color are the same with her. She had just finished cleaning her wounds and she had also changed her clothes into a more comfortable pair of pyjamas. Her face softened as she settled her eyes on the girl’s face.
“She looked so young~”, she whispered.
Her husband nodded back, illuminating that more worried expression. She grabbed his other hand and pulled herself up.
“We better let her rest ne?”, she said softly as they both went to the door.
She paid the sleeping girl one last worried glance before she silently closed the door behind them.
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A/N: first flashback.. tell me what you think about it
CHAPTER 4
“Cecille dear~!”, he called.
She quickly went out the door, knowing that there is really something going on with her husband.. it was one of the rare times that he called her in her full given name. The door wasn’t even fully opened when her husband pushed it and quickly yanked her hands, pulling her outside.
All questions hanged in the air when he guided her onto his car, and without a word pointed. She suddenly felt numb.. because there, lying at the backseat of her husband’s car, was a beaten up young lady.. practically lifeless and bleeding.
“W-who is she?”, she managed to choke out.
Her husband only shook his head.. “I f-found her near the town’s motel, on my way home.. she was lying at the sidewalk.. I thought she was already dead, but when I came to check her out, she gripped my hand and said help me..”, he said without pausing.
Cecille-san nodded in disbelief.
“Anata, let’s take her inside..”, she answered.
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“She doesn’t have her bag with her when you found her?”, Cecille-san asked.
Her husband again shook his head.. “She have nothing on her.. I think she was mobbed or something.. poor girl~”.
“~I think she’s Filipina.. she have the same skin color as you.”, he continued shifting his gaze back at her.
She looked back at the unmoving girl.. also convinced that she might really be Filipina, realizing that her features and her skin color are the same with her. She had just finished cleaning her wounds and she had also changed her clothes into a more comfortable pair of pyjamas. Her face softened as she settled her eyes on the girl’s face.
“She looked so young~”, she whispered.
Her husband nodded back, illuminating that more worried expression. She grabbed his other hand and pulled herself up.
“We better let her rest ne?”, she said softly as they both went to the door.
She paid the sleeping girl one last worried glance before she silently closed the door behind them.
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A/N: first flashback.. tell me what you think about it
CHAPTER 4
