A/N: finally…*drum pls!!!*…..
CHAPTER SIX ~ COFFEEAoshi was walking home from his daily routine. No, his 'nightly' routine. The blonde was sweet, sweet like honey and he was totally satisfied. He could still feel the slippery sensation of thick red blood on his lips, the way the dark liquid felt on his tongue. He had licked the remaining blood left on her neck before he left her. Aahhhh… And now, he could feel the warmth of the water of life running wildly through his veins. For a while, he felt warm. But he knew his body cannot remain warm forever as a human body does. He was dead, for God's sake!.
Far across the alley, his eyes caught a windblown hem of a flowery dress. But he didn't care to stare at whoever was wearing the dress. He was full, and totally satisfied. The woman has no use for him tonight. As if he could grab the woman and stuff her in the fridge for tomorrow's meal. No sir, no way. He had to live like this, you get your food when you're hungry and leave it alone when you're not. Thinking that, he didn't even notice that the wearer of the dress was actually a beautiful creature. Neither had he notice that her perfume was incredibly feminine, and sensual. Until they were nearing each other, he didn't even notice that she would bump on him any seconds later because she was staring into the darkness with a blank look in her eyes.
"Oh..Sorry. I didn't know you were here. I'm sorry." The lady mumbled when she had actually came into contact with the left side of his body. Misao raised her eyes to the man's face, intending to mumble something and say sorry again, when she saw the face she had longed to see since last agonizing week.
Her breath caught in her throat. He looks magnificent tonight!!!!. Ice blue eyes staring down at her, raven hair blown by the soft wind, allowing her a full view of his breathtaking eyes, dark long jacket clung snugly on his broad shoulders…ahhh…this must be how the angels look like…
Shock registered on the handsome male face. His eyes widened. Aoshi's body quickly hardened with need, although he was fully satisfied, hunger and lust. Big green eyes looking up at him so intense he was afraid she'd seen the true 'him'. Long shiny black hair that was left free to be ravaged by the wind. So innocent…this must be how the angels look like. This was the very girl who showed no fear to me, he remembered. And she was still not feeling that emotion again, here, when she was standing so close to him. Dammit, why couldn't she be afraid??!!. Why, she was even staring at him with the most beautiful innocent eyes ever.
Misao's heart skipped a beat. She was so happy she formed a smile on her face. At last….she thought happily. "It's you!"
"Yes, it's me!" he couldn't think of any suitable response. He forced a smile.
"Are you free tonight?." Her question made both of them shocked. Misao thought that she was insane. But who cares??!!. The guy is mine, Megumi!!!.
Aoshi thought the same. The whole idea was insane. Totally insane.
"Free?."
"Yes."
"I think I am." He answered even before he could stop himself. "Why?"
"Why don't you and I go to Blue and have a nice hot coffee that I promised you last week?" Misao asked with a childlike smile. A smile that made him feels like a man again.
"Blue?" he looked blank.
"Yeah. Come on!." Misao was already starting away. "You know, they have the most delicious egg tarts in the world, oh…and if you don't like egg tarts, there are always some cakes, buns……
Misao was chirping happily promoting the dishes while he stood there asking himself various questions.
The next thing he knew, he was sipping hot coffee from a blue mug in a blue-painted café/bakery named Blue. Thank God the coffee wasn't blue in colour.
Misao was wolfing down two egg tarts at a time while trying to open her mouth to tell him her story. Guess God wanted to punish her gluttony, He choked her. Misao's hands tried hard to force the food down her throat by gripping her neck in a deadly hold. Aoshi was quite taken aback by the violent scene before him. Misao was trying to catch some air, her face was already beet red by then.
"H…help.." she croaked.
Shaking his head, Aoshi went around the table and whacked her back several times until her breathing got even again.
"Huh…thanks." She stopped. Then she lifted her hand, trying to rub her back. "Though I don't know whether my death is because of my choking or your whacking."
Maybe you'll die from my teeth. Aoshi thought silently.
"Aoshi…", Misao waved her hand back and forth, "Are you okay?"
"Um…", He looked down into his hot coffee. "I'm sorry if I whacked you too hard. I just wanted it to stop."
"Ne, it's okay. I'm okay." Misao proved that by twirling happily in front of him. "My back would probably be black and blue__" Misao stopped when Aoshi bent his head again. "It's okay. You just don't know your own strength."
Believe me when I say I do. "I guess I don't." he grinned.
"Stop!" Misao suddenly held her small hand up in front of his face.
"Huh?."
"You grinned!!!. Do it again!!!."
He forgot about his lust for her, he forgot about the whole vampire thing, he forgot his house, he forgot the world. All that existed was her. Her soft smiling face, her cheery eyes that took a bright light whenever she laughed.
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At night, he laid awake. His left hand under his neck, pillowing himself when he was stretching up on the huge maroon bed. He thought he enjoyed her company tonight because he may not enjoy her blood; he was too filled up to feast anymore. She was a delightful company, but not a delightful dinner. He liked chatting with her, nothing more.
But why did he keep seeing her face when he was awake, and dreaming her when he was asleep?..
Misao slept right after she landed on her bed. She was smiling in her sleep, because she saw him in her dreams.
The heart denies what it desires..
A/N: heh…so whaddaya think?
I didn't put in the akabeko coz, if I'm not mistaken the 'aka' means red, and well, I prefer blue to red. And actually, my friend and I have been planning to open a café/bakery and to name it 'Blue' coz we both like blue..i so love doing anything in a place so blue, every time I sit for my exam, I'll make sure I'm wearing blue. Yeah..i'm suffering from 'blue-obsession'!!.
So, did anyone of you notice misao's change of attitude? Not really, but then I made her seem serene and feminine in the first two chapters, ne?. so, now, the real genki-girl Misao is gonna take charge. I like her better this way. J
I planned to post this chap sooner, but then, things just didn't go according to plan these days. Things just screwed up. And I am plagued by guilt for someone that has helped me too much, but I still can't meet up with his expectations. No, not my dad. And no, not my boyfriend. But a real good …well, friend. Well, guess you understand how it feels like, to fail someone. Bad, ne?