Lacrimae Ex Oceano {tombgirl}

The girl apologized for bumping into him and walked out onto the shore to where a small husky puppy was waiting right near the waters. Well, you don't see huskies too often in District 4, that's for sure. I don't even know how it's surviving the heat with all of that fur, he sarcastically thought as the water fell below her hips as she got closer and closer to the shore. He put his hands in the pockets of his soaking wet khaki pants as slightly followed her onto the shore, intending to ask what her problem was.

Loki heard the crunching of sand, and the husky's little bark, waking up at the sounds. He instantly flipped over, looking at his owner. Anubis brought his hand up and then down to tell him to go back to rest, but Loki did the exact opposite; he ran towards Anubis with the stick in his jaws and rubbed against his left leg, begging to play catch. Bending down for a moment, he picked up the stick and threw it into the impending wave, making the husky look interested for a moment before taking its interest back into the girl who just exited the waters.

Realizing that he has a moment of freedom from the little commanding dog that was searching desperately for the stick, he took advantage of the time he had and spoke, his voice calm and collected. "Sorry for bumping into you, I didn't have time to get out of the way," he stated slightly matter-of-factly. Then he remembered her panicked swimming and began his questioning of the girl. "And so why where you all panicked and rushed?" Suddenly, he felt Loki rub up against his leg as he finished his sentence. With a smile, he rolled his eyes a picked up the stick and threw it back in the water.

At that moment, Anubis felt as though he had been left in the dust. Well, what the hell does that mean? With Anubis, he was confused for a moment. So, she's angry about her past, but here she is in the future, still mad about it? His way of thinking seemed so right to him at that moment, he never had the thought possibility that she might have had more recent problems that hindered her. He didn't have the thought possibility that told him "oh, maybe her past from long ago hinders her."

Anubis could never afford to think that way. He was always so outgoing; refusing to accept that there was anything wrong with his life. He went along with life just as the currents did in the ocean; it just went whichever which way. He had more difficulty comprehending it when it came to another person's well-being. To him, life just seemed to be so perfect after he had the mindset of so for a long time. But deep down inside him, even though he tried to not know it, he knew that life was never ever perfect and probably would never be.

He recalled the time when he was 13 and he had discovered his sexuality. The pain of rumors and gossip had hurt him, folded him over until he was tired of all the suffering that went on in the world. It was that time when he realized that he shouldn't contribute to human suffering, but try to help end it. Helping the girl that stood in front of him would help him stand for what he felt was right; leaving her here would only leave him thinking about what could happen to her if he left her alone. If he had left the girl that he had met all of those years ago, she would be dead. And he would stand here thinking w h a t i f...

When he remembered that he was still here on the beach, with the girl and her husky, he looked earnestly at her. His sarcastic expression sifted and smoothed into something of understanding. Another two words for it would be empathy and sympathy. "You know, your past doesn't have to follow you to your future," Anubis told her, his voice a near whisper that he thought couldn't be heard over the waves, but knew it was.

As he saw the girl walk away, he almost allowed his jaw to drop as how she assumed he was just being an ass. Okay, maybe he was, but she had no right to assume he's never felt pain before. He felt his cheeks flare red as he saw her walk away with the husky that Loki took a particular interest in. Anubis quickly walked out the waves towards where the girl walked and talked to her with words of anger.

Anubis felt pissed that she would even think that he had no idea what pain was. He had felt pain, both mental, and a tiny bit physical, when he let it slip that he was gay to a friend. Then rumors flew all around about him, tying him up into the corner until he had no choice but to tell the teachers what was happening to him. The teachers had a word with the boy and ensured that he never spoke a word about Anubis's sexuality ever again.

He also remembers the day when he scanned the beach on the twilight of the dawn and saw the girl standing on large rock near the beach. It would have been a long fall to the water if she had jumped. When he went over there and asked her was was wrong, and when she responded that she was to kill herself that night, he felt his heart shatter; he finally realized that he should intentionally help end sadness in the world instead of unintentionally adding to it. His anger bubbled up until he suddenly grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back and looked back at her dead in the eyes.

"You think I have no idea what pain is? You think I have no idea? And you think I'm bullshitting you and pretending I care? That's not the case. The reason why I needed to ask you why you were upset is because of something that happened to me long ago, and yet you have the nerve to say I have no idea what pain is." His face was the bright color of scarlet, anger in his expression and the way he held his head. She has no idea why I am the way I act right now. And to think that she has so much pride as to neglect a chance to make things better...

The girl suddenly randomly kissed him on the forehead. Anubis stared at her, horrified. Does she just go around kissing whatever dude she sees at the moment? He backed away from her slowly and looked at her, looking at her as if she just murdered somebody, until she mentioned her name. Treasure Wainwright. With his right eye still slightly twitching, he responded what his name was. "First, my name is Anubis Pavidus. Second, if you couldn't tell, I am gay. So even how hot I am, I'm not available."

The truth of his words stunned him just as he said them. He had only called himself gay on two occasions; when he told his parents, and when he told that backstabbing friend of his that started the bunch of rumors. What he was more stunned with though, was the fact that a girl - a girl - who he just met three minutes ago - yes, three - had kissed him right on the forehead, and they barely knew each other. It would been okay, he thought, if he was straight and actually knew her for awhile.

Loki dropped the stick at his feet again and begged him to throw it. Leaning down just as the waves came, Anubis threw the stick and quickly, rapidly, and nearly insanely wiped his forehead facing away from her so she couldn't see, erasing the unwanted lip-print of the girl. Gross. Getting back up from his bent over position, he looked at the girl. "I'm sorry that I'm being rude, It's just that I'm not too attracted to girls, and I've never actually been kissed by one." He cleared his throat and tried to speak until he felt a little dog rub up against his leg.

He mentally rolled his eyes and cleared his throat again and started talking to her again, trying to put some real concern into his voice. "So, what about your past is causing you so much distress?" he said, concern and curiosity in his voice, his eyebrows knit together, trying to figure out what had happened to her that made her so angry and weird. Seriously, she just comes right up and kisses him. He still had the thought of that girl he had met years ago; the girl that he had saved. Maybe I might just do the same to her.

Never had he anticipated her to ever point to her eye and say she was half-blind. Never had he anticipated for her to say that she had been kicked out on the streets because she wasn't the dream daughter her parents had always expected out of her. A shadow crossed his face as she said such horrible things, and began to feel wrong to misjudge her and say that she had no idea what had happened to him in his own past. His problems of his own history seemed to have nothing compared to all of the pain she must have felt for the longest time.

When she asked him to share his story of misery, he felt like his story would be nothing compared to hers, and in turn, make himself look like an ass for saying he had been to worse places. Sure, he was an ass already, but why should he be an ass when she totally reversed herself around from a rude, immature girl to a serious, tentative woman? He felt he should tell her about the time when he let it slip to his friend that he was gay, and his father's partial rejection to understand it was how he felt, and it was how he is.

"For me, my misery started when I was thirteen. It was, what, 8th grade? Well, I had a friend of mine, and him and I were..." he had trouble saying the next word, because now that he thought about it, his friend was a backstabber, "inseparable. He and I were like conjoined twins; that's how close we were with each other. Well, one night, we began talking about girlfriends, and he asked me if I thought I had my eye on any. Well, I hinted very heavily that I didn't like girls and didn't want to date any of them at the school, and so he let it slip to everybody that I was gay."

He paused for a moment, feeling the pain of four years ago seep back into the mental scars of that lonely school era of time. Rumors began going around; "Oh, did you hear that Anubis likes Jacob?" "Did you hear that Anubis and that other guy kissed?" It was all the same questions and rumors floating around his head every single day when he took off in the morning, walked along the boardwalk, and arrived at the building of kids with the pointed stares of the eyes of all of the people in the school. He remembered the evil smiles of his friend when he walked past him in the halls.

Anubis ran a hand through his soaking wet hair as he began to lead the girl to the boardwalk so they could be out of the rain. For awhile, he began to really question what the girl thought of him. Did she hate him because he was gay, but was only using words to cover up the lie? He glanced at her from time to time, wondering what she could possibly be thinking of the boy that stood before her; the boy that she had entrusted nearly her entire history to. Then he had to assume that she wasn't all bad, because she had just accepted to hear his story, and told her own.

Hearing her reassuring words sent a warm chill down his back. He knew that some people had been accepting of his sexuality, but nobody had actually said so. It was just an unspoken agreement; like the teamwork of two parents when they had to punish their child right at that moment. It felt somewhat reassuring to Anubis that he had heard the spoken words of acceptance of this stranger. He was just surprised that a person he barely even knew treated him as if he was a brother.

At that moment, a smile crossed his face as the whole meaning of the words she had just spoken to him came at him like a bird fleeting to its nest. He understood that the both of them weren't too different. After all, they were both socially frowned upon. She was looked down upon because her eye couldn't reveal the world through it. He was looked down upon because he didn't have a fondness for the opposite gender. They were both the same, but with different circumstances.

He smiled as he rested his arms on the wooden railings. Slowly, he looked over his shoulder and rested his soft blue eyes upon the girl that stood behind him with the little husky. With a slowly drawn out pronunciation, he said "Thank you for understanding me. I must also say what your parents did is wrong. You should talk to them; being apart from family isn't healthy."