The Past Is Back
Chapter 1
Chase sat in his throne room awaiting the arrival of two of his most loyal and veteraned warriors. A man of Chinise descent and a Visigoth with blond hair entered the room. Both wore long black monk-like robes, the 'norm' attire for the elite in Chase's military.
"You called us Sire?" the one with black hair asked; both bowed at the waist as Chase answered.
"We are going on a little trip tonight."
Chase's two subordinates glanced at each other. "Exactly where are going?"
"New York City in the United States of America."
"But for what reason? A Sheng Gon Wu has not activated."
"An old friend has just arrived there and I plan on going to greet her," Chase replied with a sly smile. Today, a feline scouter had brought back the greatetst news that he'd heard in 1500 years. However, he was going to hide his precious news from everyone else for as long as possible. "But we will be going incognito. I want it to be a surprise."
Chase lazily waved his hand and two tigers appeared each carrying a bundle of clothes.
"These will be your new outfits while we're in New York. Are you in?"
"Of course we are Master Chase," the Visigoth replied and they both bowed.
"Good."
- - IN NYC- -
"Hello?" A young woman asked as she answered her phone. She was swinging around in her swivel chair attempting to waste away the last few minutes of work.
"Guess what day it is," an excited voice said on the other line.
"Um...Its Friday?"
"And what does that mean?"
"Girls Night Out, of course! Come to my apartment at around 7. We're going to Club Apple!"
"Okay, bye love!
"Bye!"
"Aisha! What is the policy on personal calls?" a slightly stout woman in a brown skirt suit said with her arms crossed a scowl on her face. Her black hair was pulled back into a bun and her thick framed glasses sat at the edge of her round nose.
"One personal call a day," the young woman known as Aisha recited dully. Her curly dark brown hair was pulled over her shoulder and into a low side ponytail.
"And how many calls have you had today?"
"Well that last one shouldn't count because my friend called me. And the one before that was --"
"How many?" the woman repeated irritatedly.
"Three, but come on Racheal! Its not like I haven't gotten any work done! I mutli-task all day!"
"Aisha, one call is one call. No exceptions. Now if I catch you again I'm going to start docking your pay."
"You'll dock my pay?! I only get paid 9- something an hour. What's there to dock?!" Aisha replied shrilly.
"I'll find something. Oh yeah, we got some new claims in today," Racheal said taking a stack of folders and papers and placing them on Aisha's desk.
"Are you joking? When am I supposed to do these?"
"I don't know, but it won't be today 'cause I don't pay people overtime."
"What's this have to do with overtime?" Aisha asked.
"Its almost 6 'o clock. Your butt should've been out of here like half-an-hour ago," Racheal replied as she walked to the reception desk.
"Oh snap!" Aisha exclaimed as she grabbed her purse and keys. "I'm out! See you Monday!" And she ran for the elevator.
"When is she gonna finally realize that this happens almost every Friday?" the receptionist wondered.
"The same day that she realizes that there is no policy on personal calls. But don't worry, she's a newbie you all went through the same things when you were new here. All she has to do is stick with us for another month and all of the needless harassment will be over," Racheal replied. "Well, it was a helluva alot of fun while it lasted."
- -LATER THAT NIGHT- -
"So Aisha, which lucky boy has caught your eye tonight?" Erica asked, attempting to be heard over the music.
"And exactly what does that mean?" Aisha replied.
"Whatever you interpret it to mean."
The two were at the bar of the lively Club Apple. It was dark except for the lighted bar counter and the red, green, and golden strobe lights.
Aisha wore a short-sleeved black shirt dress that stopped at her mid-thigh and black strappy heels that tied at her ankles. Her best friend Erica had on a pair of black high-waisted shorts and a berry purple t-shirt with matching pumps. Her dark chocolate arms glistened with gold braclets.
"Well, it seems as though you've caught someone's eye already," Erica stated and then took a sip of her pink, slushie drink.
"Really? We just got here like ten minutes ago," Aisha replied.
"That doesn't mean anything. Men look out for anything with two legs and a pair of boobs the second they walk through the door. And why the hell is that guy keep winking at me?! Does he have a frickin' twitch or something?"
"Who?" Aisha asked, the two were turned in their stools facing eachother.
"That guy with the Red Sox cap. Over there."
"With the - wait...Is his hair green?"
"Yep."
"Mm...he's not your type." Erica rolled her eyes. "So where's the guy you were telling me about earlier."
"Okay," Erica started as she turned to face the bar; Aisha turned too, "Don't look now, but he's sitting over where the bar curves to the right. The one with long black hair and black shirt with a gold tie."
Just as she finished saying that, a bartender placed a tall glass filled with a yellow liquid in front of Aisha.
"Its from that guy over -" the bartender informed pointing to the other side of the bar counter at an empty seat. "Weird, he was there a second ago. Oh well, enjoy."
"It must be from him?" Erica gasped in excitement.
"From who?"
"The guy I was telling you about! But he's not there anymore. Doesn't matter, what'd he get you?"
"You do realize that you're more excited about this than I am, right?"
"Just drink the damn thing already! The suspsense is killing me."
"All right! Calm down," Aisha repled with a smile. She brought the drink's straw to her lips and took a long sip. "This is so good!"
"Great, now what is it?" Erica asked impatiently.
"It kinda tastes like mangoes which is weird 'cause I love mangoes."
"Now if he isn't a good guesser, he's probably stalking you."
"That's so reassuring Erica."
"I'm just saying, it's always a possiblity," she said shrugging her shoulders.
"And how can he be stalking me? I still haven't seen this guy yet."
"...Um...because he might be a stalker. And the stalked hardly ever know who their stalker is until they realize they're being stalked. And by then its usually too late."
"Okay, I'm confused. Are you trying to set me up with this guy or are you trying to keep me away from him? 'Cause you're succeeding with the latter."
"Hmm, I think I see someone I might know," Erica stated quite loudly and sarcastiaclly. "I'm gonna go over to say 'Hi'. Aisha stay here, I'll be back."
"Erica, what are you talking about?"
"Mystery Guy at your 10 'o clock. Have fun!" Erica whispered in her ear and disappeared into the club scene.
"Erica!" Aisha called. But just then she felt a hand on her shoulder. From what she could tell, it was a man with long dark hair and a golden tie.
"Is this seat taken?" the man asked.
"Uh...no. You can sit there."
"Thanks," he said and turned to order a drink from the bartender.
"No problem." Now that he was right in front of her, Aisha could get a good look at the man that Erica was telling her about. He looked about her age and his skin was a nice beigey-cream color. The next thing Aisha noticed about him was his smile. Even in the lighting that is in a club, she was positive that each of his teeth were perfectly white and she found his unusually pointy canines kinda cute.
"What? Do I have something in my teeth?" he smiled as he turned back to her.
"Oh no, no, no. Your teeth are perfect. I was just admiring them." Aisha's lips parted into a huge smile, mostly from embarrassment.
"Thank you. I like your smile too." Aisha smiled even more at this. "So did you like the drink I sent you?"
"Oh, that was from you?" she asked in mock surprise. "Yeah, I love it! But what is it?"
"I'm not exactly sure what it's called, but its made from mangoes, rum, and sugar."
"I knew it! But how'd you know that I love mangoes?"
"I didn't know," the man shrugged with his natural coy smile, "Lucky guess?"
"Mmhm," Aisha sounded suspicously as she sipped her drink. "Do you know a girl named Erica?"
He was confused by her question, "No, why?"
"Oh nothing, I was just wondering...Just pretend that I never asked that."
"Um...alright?"
"So what made you want to send me a drink?" Aisha asked quite bluntly.
"Hmm, I'd have to say that it was your eyes that made me notice you."
"My eyes?"
"Yes, your eyes are a wonderful shade of lavender."
"Uh...thanks? I got them from 1-800-CONTACTS," she laughed. "What about yours?"
"They were...a gift," he smiled, the answer seemed ladened with hidden meanings. "But still, they're nice on you. Very...unique."
"Wow, you probably aren't from around here."
"Is it that obvious?"
"Haha, very," Aisha replied. "Exactly where are you from? I can't really place the accent."
"I was born in Korea, but I have been living in China for a while now."
"I honestly would have never guessed that. Your English is better than mine. Its so...formal."
"Formal education just might make a person quite formal in one way or another."
"Yeah, I guess it might."
"So what about you?"
"Well, I've lived in New York for most of my life, mostly on Long Island though. But I've spent some time in Spain with my mom and in India with my dad."
"You probably can't stand traveling now."
"Actually, its just the opposite. I absolutely love traveling. I don't know why, but its just so...invigorating and--"
"Babe! You made it!" A man broke his way from the crowd towards Aisha and wrapped his arms around her. She just let the seemingly drunken man fall on her and rolled her eyes. "I haven't seen you in forever!"
"Its good to see you too Rio, but I just saw you yesterday."
"A day, forever...What's the difference? Either way, I haven't seen your pretty face in more than eight hours."
"Come off it Rio. We aren't dating anymore, remember?"
"So what? It isn't like that's ever stopped us from having --"
"Oh right! I'm sorry," Aisha said to the man she was talking to to keep Rio from finishing his sentence. "This is Ilario, a friend of mine. Ilario, this is...I'm sorry, but I never got your name."
"I'm Chase Young," he replied and held out his hand. "And you are?"
"I'm Aisha. Aisha Katar," Aisha replied and shook his hand. Something about his name was ringing a distant bell in her mind, it was so familar, but she just couldn't figure out what it was.
"Aisha," Chase repeated with a smile, "that's a lovely name."
"Thank you."
"Aisha, I got people waiting for us. Let's go," Ilario said.
"It was nice to meet you Aisha. Maybe we will run into each other again," Chase said as Aisha stood up from her seat.
"Yeah, maybe," she replied as Ilario pulled her into the crowd and disappeared.
Chase's smile turned into a smirk, he found the information that he needed. He had finally found Aisha, even though she obviously didn't remember him, he still found her. He remained at the bar for a while, deliberating on his next move. He could stay at the club and keep an eye on her, but he worried about what he might find out about his Aisha. It had been 1500 years, and a person could change alot in that amount of time...
- -THE NEXT MORNING- -
"I'm a D-diva! I'ma-I'ma D-diva! I'ma-I'ma D-diva! I'ma-I'ma D-diva!" rang through the silence of the New York apartment for the twentieth time that morning.
Chase growled at the sound of the ringtone, it was so God-damned annoying! He wanted the 'music' to stop but he couldn't get to the phone, it was somewhere in her pockets. And he, being the gentleman that he was, didn't want her to wake up to him frisking her.
But deprerate times called for desperate measures. To his surprise he was able to find the girl's phone with realitive ease in the inside pocket of her jacket.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Who is this? Where's Aisha?! Where are you?! If you don't tell me where you are right now, I'm gonna have the cops hunt your ass down. Better yet, I'll just show up and cut you myself - !" Chase hung up on the ranting woman. It was still too early in the morning and she was much too loud.
The phone rang again. "Have you calmed down enough to let me explain?"
"...."
"I'll take that as a yes," Chase continued. "Right now I am in apartment 4D on 140 East 52nd Street."
"Got it," the woman replied, clearly aggitated.
"And there is no need to call the police. Aisha is safe."
"Put her on the phone."
"She's asleep right now, I don't think that's the best ide- "
"Put Aisha on the phone!" she yelled and Chase growled in annoyance as he put the phone to Aisha's ear. "Aisha Juliana Katar! Wake the hell up!"
"...Five more minutes..." Aisha mumbled and rolled away from the phone onto the floor.
"I know a song that gets on everybody nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves! I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves and this is how it goes! I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's ner- !" the woman belted out through the phone.
"Okay! Hell! I'm up! I'm up!" Aisha shouted as she took the phone. "Just shut up already!"
"I'll be there in five minutes."
"Five minutes? Where are we going? Did we have plans that I forgot about?"
"Aisha, you're not home. I'm coming to get you."
"What'd'you mean I'm not home. I just fell off my cou- Woah! Who are you and why are you in my apartment?" Aisha said as she noticed that Chase was there.
"You- "
"Hey! You're that guy from last night at the bar! Um...Kyle? No...Shane? No..."
"Chase."
"Yes! You're Chase Young! Why are you in my apartment?"
"You don't remember last night, do you?" Chase asked as he leaned forward against the back of the couch, clearly amused.
"Last night...Did I bring you home with me? I brought you home with me didn't I? Erica! I brought a guy home with me again! What do I do?"
Erica sighed on the other end of the line, "Aisha, calm down. I'm already in the building give me two minutes."
"What? Erica! No!" Aisha whined, but Erica had already hung up.
"Are you finished?" Chase asked.
Aisha took a deep breath in, "Yes."
"Firstly, this is my apartment. You asked me for a ride home last night after you couldn't find your friend. But you failed to tell me where you lived, so I brought you here," he explained and Aisha let out an 'oh' sound as she realized that she was in fact not in her own apartment. "And secondly, should I be offended by the fact that you didn't remember my name?"
Aisha smiled from embarassment as she stood up from the floor, "No, you shouldn't be offended. I'm recovering from hangover-like symptoms, I forget things from the night before."
"It also makes it impossible to wake you up."
"Oh no, I'm like that every morning," Aisha smiled and Chase laughed.
"Well then thirdly, what was that about bringing a guy home again? You seemed quite alarmed. Isn't that what you New Yorkers normally do?"
"Well I don't know about most of the population of New York City, but yes, that is how the media plays up New York City life," Aisha explained. "And considering that I pretty much don't know you at all and I really shouldn't be sharing this with you, I will anyway. The last time I brought I guy home we started dating and our relationship, well at least from his view, had evolved into one that we should be living together. This was after 3 months of dating. He started staying over more and more often until the point where it seemed like he was actually living at my place. It was possibly the worst experience of my life! That man was such a bum."
"Doesn't someone usually end up dead or the couple gets married and lives happily ever after?"
"Well thankfully neither of those happened to me." That's when the doorbell rang and Chase went to answer the door.
"Erica I presume?" he asked the hazel-eyed, dark skinned woman before him.
"Chase?" she answered and Chase stepped from in front of the door to let her pass. "Aisha, what is wrong with you? You went home with a stranger! How many times must we go through this?"
"I know! I know! I'm sorry! But I lost Rio and I couldn't find you and I recognized Chase's face, so I asked him for a ride!"
"You were drunk weren't you?"
"I don't get drunk! And especially not last night!" Aisha shouted defensively. "No man was rich enough for me to get drunk anyway."
"Do I even want to know what that means?" Chase asked.
"It means no one could get her 21 shots of Tequila, 2 bottles of wine, 3 bottles of vodka, a pasta bowl's worth of rum, and 4 six packs of beer," Erica explained.
"I could definitely down more than that but we ran out of money when we were testing it," Aisha stated.
"Are you serious?" Chase asked.
"You should see it for yourself. She can out-drink any 6-foot something, 300 pound man any day."
"Well that's a challenge I wouldn't mind taking on," Chase said.
"Any time, anywhere. As long as you provide the alcohol."
"At this rate Aisha, you won't have a liver," Erica sighed. "Let's get out of here."
"Don't worry about my liver, she's just fine." Aisha defended. "Well, thank you for dealing with me last night, Chase. Maybe we'll see more of eachother."
Chase went to open the door for them. "We definitely will," he replied as the two women left his apartment.
- - - IN THE HALLWAY - - -
"Hey Erica, do all the hallways in city apartment buildings look alike?" Aisha asked as she and Erica walked to the elevator.
"Not always. Why?"
"Because this hallway looks exactly like mine." Aisha stated when they stepped into the elevator.
"Oh my God...You're right," Erica said as the elevator doors closed and they began their descent to the first floor.
The two women stayed in the elevator when the doors opened to the main level.
"Can we go to the second floor?"
"Sure..." And the doors closed again and reopened on the second floor.
Aisha stepped out and walked down the hall to a door with "2G" engraved on a small bronze plaque. She took a key out of her jacket pocket and tried to unlock the door.
"Oh my God!" Erica exclaimed in a hushed whisper.
"He lives two floors above me!" Aisha whispered back as the door to her apartment opened.
HELLO EVERYBODY!!! I'm Back and summer isn't even over yet!!!! This is the first chapter to the sequel of The Past Will Always Come Back to Haunt You with the very simple and unimaginative title: The Past Is Back. I actually find this story alot harder to write than the first one, but whatever, writing in the 21st Century time period should be easy.
THANKS FOR THE LOVING SUPPORT OF YOUR REVIEWS/COMMENTS!!!!!!!!
SEE YOU IN CHAPTER 2!! :)