London Dolls [Ri] [Finished!]

[Saint]

Nothing was more relaxing that a cigarette between slightly parted cat-lips.

It was the pleasure of a teen sitting on a large protruding root of a cypress tree. His black-silvery hair lay undisturbed on his forehead as the wind tried to lift his bangs. His free arm hang on his folded knee as he leaned back against the old trunk. His silver-gray eyes were closed and relaxed as smoke escaped his lips.

The silence around him brought him inner peace and escape from the terrible stress of having girls look at him like some sort of panty-maniac.

[Ri]

Ri was in her usual skirt, blouse and coat when she crossed the field on her way to the infirmary. She held her medical records in an embrace as her boots moved on the grass. Her hair was wild and unruly and she gave up on trying to comb them in one direction. Moreover, hairstyle wasn't in her list of significance.

Focused every lightly on the her steps, she tripped and dropped the papers that were protected by a brown folder. The breeze blew them away, coincidentally, to a resting man's direction.

Before Ri could utter a word, the first page of her medical record landed on his face.

[Saint]

The handsome guy with such a peaceful disposition suddenly jerked and lost hold of his cigarette. His hand grabbed and crumpled the paper that landed on his smooth, porcelain face.

"Medical Re..."

He paused and looked around only to see a blushing girl meters from him. Near her feet were papers and a folder. Obviously, it belonged to her.

He was a nice guy, this pretty lad. So he smiled and apologetically smoothed the printed paper as he slid off the root and dusted his pants. With graceful steps he approached the girl and then held the paper out.

"Sorry for the creases." He handed it and then shrugged at the mess he made. He observed the girl, gazing into her gray eyes first before eying her body. "The name's Saint." He smiled more.

[Ri]

When she saw the paper touch the face of the young man meters from her, her pale face grew pink with life...and embarrassment. She walked briskly towards the guy but he managed to get off the root faster than a shocked person might had.

He ambled towards her with those smoldering eyes into hers. She looked back in utter submission to that charming stare.

"The name's Saint." The guy smiled.

It wasn't familiar, she wasn't surprised. She muttered a small "thank you" and "sorry" before sliding the paper back into the folder. "Risha Walter." After a second, she stuttered and said, "Ri".

[Saint]

"Ri, huh." Saint eyed her. "You from England?" A flash of thought came about him. "Your accent."

[Ri]

"Your accent."

Most of the time, Ri actually forgets she had an accent.

"I'm English...I'm from London." She answered shortly before bowing her head. "Thank you, Saint-san but I still have to submit these papers." She added a gesture towards the folder.

She turned to go.

[Saint]

"I'm English...I'm from London."

Saint's brow raised when he heard a familiar place. He watched the white girl turn and walk. He muster the words he wanted to say so he suddenly caught up with her and jumped in front of the surprised lass.

"Hey, I'm from London, too. Small world?" He grinned. "It's been a while since I thought of the outside world, it's refreshing to hear from someone about it." Saint pocketed his hands as a happy expression. "Say, would you mind me walking you to the infirmary?"

[Ri]

Ri contemplated whether being with Saint was a good idea but the way he hopped in front of her and hearing London from his curved lips made her light. Besides, it was better not to get lost in that vast academy.

A nod came from the girl and then she started walking, avoiding getting an inch closer to the gleeful boy beside her. Her expression remained bland and her eyes, undecipherable.

[Saint]

As soon as the pretty pale girl started ambling across the field, Saint started sharing his life in London. God, she's too silent, he thought behind the word after word he said to her.

When he lost the interest to continue saying things (mainly because the girl wasn't fond of responding) he glanced at the folder Ri held and then smiled.

"Medical Records, huh?" Saint placed his orange shades before his eyes. "I came from a hospital in London before I got here." He looked at his sides to see if the girl's interested. "He sent me here, my doctor. He also adopted me...in a way. Kinda miss my old folks there, the staff."

Saint's eyes drifted to the far building where they were heading. "You familiar with Dr. Wells?"

By mentioning that name, the silver-maned guy dropped his eyes to the ground. A quick flash of the past like old, quick slide shows clouded his mind. It was if he was there again, in front of the burning orphanage he was from when he was still a child.

A little frown distracted his features but he covered it up with a swift one-sided smile.

"You're like a doll, you know that? Porcelain doll. Very white and silent. Pretty creepy but cute." He added with humor. "A London Doll, that's what I'll call you."

[Ri]

"You familiar with Dr. Wells?"

Ri's face bore no sign but her eyes rounded with shock. Saint seemed not to notice for he suddenly became silent as well. She stole a glance at him and then back to the medical records. I know Dr. Wells... She bit her lip. He was the one who suggested for me to sent here.

Slightly disturbed by the news, she drifted to the days that passed her. Before she was sent to Alice Academy, the staff spoke of a freak case that was handled before she came into the hospital. Ri wanted to ask Saint if he was the one they referred to but he abruptly changed the atmosphere.

"You're like a doll, you know that? Porcelain doll. Very white and silent. Pretty creepy but cute." Saint said.

Ri turned to look at the handsome guy whose one-sided smile she liked in some ways.

"A London Doll, that's what I'll call you."

Ri's pale cheeks grew small blushes. That sounded...oddly nice to her.

She continued walking while Saint sauntered beside her.

[Saint]

Saint honestly felt like talking to the wall. Or a closed room. Well, the closed room might even echo his words to keep him accompanied in one way. He smiled to himself, simply thanking to feel a piece of his past a feet beside him.

They walked silently until he caught sight of the infirmary.

"Hey, looks like we're done with this little trip."

[Ri]

Ri stopped feet from the front of the infirmary. Her arms embraced the folder closer to her chest. She turned and bowed low, gratified.

"Saint-kun." She smiled a genuine smile. "Thank you."

She walked on, leaving the guy behind her. However, something made her stop. Before holding the door knob, she turned and said. "I know Dr. Wells. He asked me to be sent here." Ri looked away. "He's a good man."

She recalled how the car's door shut before her when the doctor moved her into the vehicle. "Take care, child." He said.

[Saint]

An air of surprise was caught at Saint's throat. He didn't know whether to smile or to show a shocked expression. Hearing that the doctor sent her as well made a slight impact.

"He's a good man." Ri added.

Saint felt a new breeze wash over him as his teeth was exposed by a smile. He nodded twice to himself and waved a dismissing hand. "Yeah, he is. Good bye, London Doll." He turned and walked away with both hands in pockets.