|From:||Alan Takayama alan_takayama@*******.com|
|Subject:||Bellevue Rain - Part Two|
|Date:||Tue, 14 Dec 1999 20:47:49 EST|
Here's the next part, shorter than the last. Tell me when it gets too
BELLEVUE RAIN - PART TWO
He was on the street again, this time he had no particular destination. He
was simply walking for the sake of walking. He had discovered years ago back
home that walking was the perfect aid to his thought processes, and it was
to revive nostalgic memories that he had taken to the lit streets of
The streets, he mused, were a comfortable place. He felt a certain sense of
belonging here that he could not find anywhere else. There was definately an
element of danger... but it was something that he was accustomed to,
something he could deal with. People of all walks of life crammed the side
walks and spilled out onto the road, hedging him in but at the same time
providing security from unwanted singular attention. Here were the suits,
the workers, the pushers, the chip heads, the junkies, the metas, the
gangers, the cops, all walking side by side to destinations irrelevant. The
lights, too, were spectacular, reflected on the wet bitumen of the roads.
Neon of all colours proclaimed businesses and specialities, as if the humans
on the sidewalk below them were as predictable as insects to be lured by
bright lights and flashy signs. Gabe smiled. He liked that thought. The
entire city could be likened to one huge hive of insects.
His thoughts slowly turned to Rachel. He wondered what she would think of
his dark and cynical state of mind. She would probably be shocked. The
Gabriel she had known two years ago had been open, trusting, friendly, and
desperately afraid of being hated. He supposed he had aged a lot in the last
2 years. But... he couldn't help feeling that there might be some part of
his younger self still alive within him after tonight. Talking with Rachel
had resuscitated memories and emotions long thought to be dead and buried.
He sighed. He was well aware of the fact that it was dangerous to both
himself and Rachel if they continued to see each other. Gabe grinned to
himself, surprising a weedy looking elf walking by. He was also aware of the
fact that he didn't care. His friends and business partners had remarked to
him that he resembled a cat in personality and features... well, everyone
knew that cats were selfish. Gabe was no exception.
"I love this place!"
The two had just returned from a film in Beaux Arts, and Rachel had forced
him to show her his home.
Gabe's apartment was small, but stylish. It was a comfortable arrangement:
light, not too cramped, clean, and attractive. The apartment was a one
bedroom, 1 living room/kitchen/dining room and one bathroom set-out. It
contained little furniture, but what there was was artistic and
aesthetically pleasing to the eye. A carved real-wood coffee table, a set of
comfy looking synth-leather sofas, and a weaved rug of rough wool were the
main features of decoration that caught the attention. Everything looked
Smiling, Gabe retrieved her coat. "Not as good as the accommodation the
company provides for you, I'm sure."
"Oh, this is much better than my corporate suite," she insisted absent
mindedly while making her way to the kitchen bench. "This place has some
Walking to stand beside her, Gabriel could guess what had caught her
Smiling nostalgically, she picked up a holopic, one of a group that were
placed neatly on the bench. It was a family holo, taken 3 years ago at an
outdoor barbecue. The picture centred on Gabriel, and a younger looking
woman with shoulder length brown hair and a bright smile.
"Janey's looking nice," she commented. "Still studying hard at Uni?"
He nodded. "This should be her last year in Occult Studies at Sydney
University. We're all very proud of her."
Rachel smiled as she put the holo down. "As you should be. She's an amazing
woman. You're lucky to have a little sister like her."
He handed her the coat and walked her to the door.
"When can we do this again?" he asked casually as they both stepped outside.
She grinned mischievously, golden hair bouncing lightly as she turned toward
"Whenever I can fit you in to my busy corporate schedule, love boy."
"What am I, your fancy-man?" he replied, laughing.
They kissed. It was long and breath-taking, though it ended to his mind too
soon. Their foreheads sustained the close contact, and Gabe noted that her
skin smelled as sweet as the perfume on her wrists.
"I had a great time tonight," she whispered.
"I'll call you tomorrow," Gabe promised, and as he watched her step onto the
sidewalk to signal a taxi, he realised that for the first time since he
could remember it had stopped raining.
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