Blue Eye Samurai - Mizu x OC

Ophelia

Mizu's not the man I thought he was. He's selfish, egocentric and mean, he always only cares about himself, I think I've only lost money when I paid for his freedom, he will never give it back to me. I don't even know what I'm doing with him. As I walk, snow is falling on my hair and closes, I think I will return at Mr Jones'. When I talked to him earlier he told me that he had no bad intentions, he didn't even know the soldiers were coming for us. Poor man.

I know this city by heart, I guess the time I spend in the street can be an advantage, at least for that point.

          Hours passes, long hours honestly. I don't remember it took that long with Mizu, but now I'm alone with my thoughts it seems like days. It must be around 9 am now... I wonder what Mizu's doing right now. He must still be walking straight to the enemy, straight to death... I guess that is none of my problem, but for no reason I still hope he's alive. Funny, isn't it ?.. No, it's not... he doesn't care if I live or die, and I'm here carrying the weight of hope on my shoulders. Maybe the street made of me me someone who's able to like the first person that accords me a bit of attention, even though I don't take this as an ability. It's more like a poison. For all my life I've always been the one who can't be loved, what a destiny. And it all began when I was 8.

          At this time, my father was 36 and my mother 25. He wasn't the kind of father who kiss their children before they go to bed, neither he was one of those who eat dinner with his family, or talk to them, or love them. He was a busy man ready to sell his soul to the devil, to gain money. My mother, her, was empty. You couldn't tell if she was happy or angry or sad by looking at her gaze. She did her job as like every woman, she stayed at home, washing laundry, cooking for her husband whom I never saw eating a single of her meals, sometimes she was going to the woods to do some shit I never knew about, and one day, on a 16th of december, month of the Christ, she did not come back. I remember this day so clearly that sometimes I dream about it, living again all the single seconds as a time looper. She left earlier this day, before even I went to school. I woke up late around 9 am I think, well that's what I saw on the huge clock of the church in front of my house, but I already barely known how to read so it may have been later. There was no breakfast on the woody table, not even a glass of water, all I noticed is that the apartment had never been so cleaned. I could see my reflection on the parquet, there was no bottle of whatever wine she used to drink on the floor, I looked up in every 4 rooms to wish her a good morning, but all I saw was clothes softly folded in that wardrobe that usually was a mess, clean windows and ironed curtains. I waited a couple of minutes before going to the well to try to get water, where a old kind woman helped me. I went home after that, and waited on the sofa, and a bit later the old woman was at my door, asking me if everything was okay. She told me she had never seen a child trying to get water by himself.

          I can now perceive Mr Jones's weaponry. I knocked two times and entered.

Mr Jones : Hi Ophelia ! Mr Jones exclaimed.

Me : Hi sir ! Can I talk to you about something important ?

Mr Jones : I'm with a client right now, I'll come back to you in a minute.

In front of Mr Jones' desk, a man was waiting. And when he turned back, I saw an angel.

? : Sorry to bother you, ma'am. It won't be long.

His smile is full of purity and his dark gaze so soft that words aren't coming out of my mouth. I must be ridiculous looking at him like that...

Mr Jones : See you, Arthur ! Said Jonathan Jones to his customer. Right, Ophelia what did you have to tell me ? I can tell it's really important just by looking at your face.

I quickly come back to my senses.

Me : Yes ! Hum, sir I have a favor to ask you, if you allow me to...

Mr Jones : All that you need sweetie.

Me : I'm afraid I'll have nowhere to spend the night for a moment, could you just...

Mr Jones : There's still a bed upstairs, you know that ?

Me : Thank you so much. I'll pay for my own food.

Mr Jones : That will be great for me to have a bit of company !

Me : Thank you, sir. Just a question before I stop bothering you, is the guy that left one of your customer ? I quietly say.

Mr Jones : He came last week for a firearm, yes. He will come back tomorrow to see in person the process of the gun I'm making for him.

Me : Thank you, sir. I couldn't be more grateful.

          As I walk upstairs, pictures are coming to my mind. He was so tall... is his name Arthur ? He has beautiful hair... messy brown hair, with a big nose and strong features, Mizu's opposite I would say ! The more I remember about Mizu, the more he starts to disgust me. We don't even know each other, what was I even thinking.

What was I even thinking ?

What was I even thinking...