New Life

Part 5

Chiara was waiting in the living room while Celso was getting his coffee. Soon enough he walked into the living room. He calmly sat on couch. Chiara just quietly watched him sip his coffee. 

"Yes, Ms Chiara?" Celso asked while his eyes were closed. She looked away startled.

"Where are we going to fight?" She looked down, her hands fidgeting. Her blond hair covering her face from his view. He opened his eyes and turned to her.

"The back yard. " He closed his eyes again, still sipping the coffee.

"That would be a good place. Hand combat?" She looked back up, her right hand brushing the hair out of her face. He only nodded in reply. She nodded to herself.

"Understood, well sir, I'll go get ready. See you later." She stood up from the chair next to the couch and slowly walked up the stairs. Celso opened his eyes after find no coffee touching his lips.

 He stood up and walked into the kitchen to get some more.

About two hours later it was time for the two to fight. Celso was looking bored and tired like always. Chiara was ready to kick his ass, she was wearing some pants which looked a bit weird considering it was more common for females to wear skirts, and up til this point that's all she herself had worn. He was wearing just the normal, button-up shirt and trousers and suspenders.

"Where did you get those?" He questioned.  He felt like he recognized them but couldn't figure out why.

"Tarso gave them to me. I thought it would be better than a dress. I believe they were once yours." Chiara replied with care. Celso only shook his head. His trousers weren't cheap. 

"He always takes my clothes." He sat down on the grass below him. Chiara watched him in confusion.

"What are you doing? I thought we were going to fight?" Chiara looked down to him. He looked up to her with eyebrows raised.

"I never said that." Celso replied and patted the ground by him.

"I'm not going to sit! Why wont you fight me?" She yelled to him. His face twisted up in to one of annoyance.

"Sit down Chiara, I won't ask again." His voice was stern and cold, his was blank. Chiara couldn't read his expression, it scared her a little. She sat down.

"I won't fight you, I'm suppose to protect you." His eyes were closed like always, he was listening to the birds that happy chirped without a care in the word. Chiara hadn't heard him speak so much to her before. And although the words were few they still had meaning.

"Fine, do as you please. But do not treat me as a lost helpless puppy, Celso Regio." She turned her head away from him.

He didn't reply. She smiled softly at him. Slowly lowering her guard.

 "I have lived here in America for years. My whole life I've been on my own.  I continued to be lonely until I met Dante. My love, he made me feel as though everything would be fine. It's nice to know he stills cares for me." Her voice quivered, She had tears in her eyes and felt a lump in her throat. Celso never opened his eyes though.

"The only person I have now doesn't want me either," she sniffled.

"Tarso seems to enjoy you." Chiara's head snapped to the left of her. Her eyes with flames in them. She slugged him as hard as she could.

"You idiotic fool!" She yelled to him. "I was talking about you! You may be keen but you aren't the smartest." She mumbled to her. (Keen meaning attractive)

"It's gonna rain soon." Celso told her even though his eyes were closed, she looked up to see if what he said was true. The clouds were dark and gloomy giving off the color grey. 

"The whole point is I would like you to show me more respect and care." She nodded after her mini speech to give herself approval. He opened his eyes.

"It's going to rain in a few minutes, we should go back in." He stood up and held out a hand to her. She looked at it and then took it. He pulled her up a bit to fast though and she ended up bumping into him just as Tarso came out to get them. Tarso stared at the two for a moment before speaking.

"Sorry to interrupt sir, ma'am but I believe it'll rain soon and it would be best for the both of you to continue inside." He smirked and tuned on his heels and walked inside. The other two just stared at the door. Eventually, Celso let go of Chiara. Chiara fixed her shirt and walked back into the house after Celso. Her head was hanging down in embarrassment, Celso didn't see what was wrong and just walked into the house like nothing had happened. Tarso stared at the two as they walked in, his smile never falling. 

"Lunch is served, Sir." He bowed and left, not wanting to interrupt the two again.

It was a very quiet lunch to say the least.