Rebirth is a story I started three years ago. The pandemic was still fresh and relevant to the story but I wasn't happy with the timing and set it aside. It wasn't intended to be part of the Gabby's universe, and nothing here links into any of the current stories - yet. But the upcoming stories could have a neat tie back to it, so I decided to brush the mothballs aside. Three years later, the timing works.
Thanks to
THBGato
for beta reading at short notice with a busy schedule, especially for insights into contemporary English English.
Warning: long. At about 36K words, this is almost twice the length of any non-series story I've written, but I really didn't want to break it up into a series. And since I'm adding warnings:
Trigger Warning: death, loss of a loved one, grief
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Rebirth
An October breeze created marionettes from fallen maple leaves, skirling beneath the large tree, which bore sequins of red and gold within its green. Below the overhang of its branches rested a small yellow-painted apartment. The breeze twisted strands of copper hair, fugitives from her hasty knot, across Lauren's face. She brushed them aside before ringing the doorbell.
With only an ad and impersonal text messages to guide her, Lauren knew no more of the landlord than a name, Fujita. She masked her surprise when the door was opened by a young woman. Dark, slightly upturned eyes observed her. Straight black hair grazed the shoulders of her red tee. Her face was narrow, with a sharply-pointed chin. The tee hinted at small breasts, and held an image of a fox playing a video game. Faded jeans clung tightly to slender legs, meeting bright pink knit socks.
There was
something
about the woman's eyes that gave her pause. She couldn't decide what it was. It seemed out of keeping with the attractive woman's quite jolly presentation.
"Ms. Graham?" the woman asked. Lauren hadn't realized how distracted she'd been by the woman's appearance. "I'm Mika. Mika Fujita. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."
Lauren offered her hand, which the woman accepted with a gentle squeeze, her palm dry. She gave her a nod. She'd introduced herself first by her given name, so she did the same. "Lauren."
Mika's returned nod as she released her hand seemed to form a small bow. She stepped aside for Lauren to enter.
"I hope I made it clear that I'm not looking for myself," Lauren said, as she moved past the woman into a room that was surprisingly large, extending to windows and French doors on the far side of the apartment. Daylight at both ends of the room gave it an airy feel. "Oh, this is nice," she said.
"You're acting for your friend Mandy," Mika responded. "I hope that she will be pleased."
"Would it be okay if I take photos to send to her?" Lauren asked.
"Of course," replied the landlord, with a smile.
The French doors looked out over a large grassy yard. The main house, painted in a yellow matching the apartment, was a good distance away. In the center was a circular table with a verdigris finish. Closer to the house, a tiered bird bath fountain sparkled. The flower beds were well-tended, with small bushes, pale gold chrysanthemums, and flowers Lauren couldn't identify in shades of mauve. On the far side of the yard from the fountain, water trickled from a bamboo frame into a wooden tub.
"If it wasn't so painful to move, I think I'd want this for myself," Lauren said.
"You live nearby?" Mika asked.
"Yes, I have a small house," Lauren replied. "I mean, it's not bad, but it has no character. I think Mandy will love this place."
"She is a friend?" Mika asked. "Or a client, perhaps?"
"Friend," Lauren offered. "I've known her since high school. She was my first girlfriend."
Mika's eyes widened in surprise.
Lauren grinned. "If it seems strange that I'm still friends with an ex, let me assure you that I am
not
friends with the bitch who walked out on me two years ago." Mika's lips twitched into a quickly-suppressed grin. "Mandy and I weren't right for each other, but she's a genuinely nice person. You'll like her."
"I look forward to meeting her," Mika said. "Mandy, that is. Not the last one."
Her expression was solemn, but a touch of irony in her tone when she said "Not the last one" led Lauren to hear "Not the bitch." Lauren's lips twitched in amusement.
The more she heard Mika speak, the more perplexed she found herself. She hadn't been surprised, given the young woman's name and appearance, that her accent wasn't local, but it was dawning on her that she sounded neither American nor Japanese. She sounded English, with the kind of cultured accent she would hear on the BBC. A deeper-voiced Hermione Granger.
The apartment was ideal. She was certain that Mandy would agree. With windows in the bedroom and French doors in the living room both looking over the center of the large, grassy lot, it could be made into a very attractive small home.
When the tour concluded, Mika opened the French doors. Fall-scented air drifted into the room. "I thought to offer you tea in the garden when you have finished looking at the flat," she said. "If you think your friend will be interested, we can discuss the details."
She stepped up to the doors, then through them. She looked toward the center table and smiled. "I'd like that," she said.
"I'll meet you in the garden when you're ready," Mika said. She returned to the front door, slipping her feet into flats before she left.
Lauren had probably erred by not removing her pumps. She doubted that Mika was especially concerned about a rental unit that she'd have little control over, but it would have been polite.
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The ground was slightly spongy beneath her feet. A patchy layer of green and golden maple leaves clung damply to the grass. A faint scent of woodsmoke suggested that a neighbor had lit a wood-burning fireplace. She was studying one of the flowerbeds when she noticed Mika crossing the yard with a tray, and moved to join her at the table.
"The flowers are beautiful," Lauren said. "The whole yard is very pleasant. It's hard to believe how deep within the city we are here. I'm totally jealous of the view that Mandy will have through the French doors."
Mika gave a shy nod. "Thank you," she said, as she unloaded the tray. She poured clear, pale tea into two delicate cups, moving one across to Lauren, then presented her with a plate of clearly homemade cookies. As her eyes were on her work, Lauren took the opportunity to study her face again.
The woman wore no makeup that Lauren could see. Her narrow face was smooth, though subtle lines around her eyes might imply that she was older than Lauren had thought. Perhaps into her thirties. Her unpainted lips were pale. Without being the target of her gaze, the strange disconnect between the melancholy in her eyes and the energy of her clothing wasn't clear...
