Just How Long Do We Wait?
Chapter Two
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"W-w-w-w-wait. Lemme get this straight. So Ulrich called you?" Odd demanded. Yumi huffed. Odd was so annoying at times but she couldn't help the fact that she needed some one to talk to about this. Ulrich had called her the night before. The call didn't last long, four minutes and twenty-seven seconds to be exact. He asked her how she was…and how America had been. She told him that she was fine and that America had been great. She also told him about the degree she received from Clark University. He had been mostly silent, but then at the end of the conversation he told her that he had to go and that he was going to call her tomorrow. Which was of course today, and she was heavily anticipating the call.
"Yes Odd! Ulrich called me1" Yumi snapped, walking from her last class of the day back to her apartment. It was only about a twenty minute walk and she preferred it to driving since she liked the exercise.
"That bastard! He hasn't talked to me in years! I was his best friend you know!" Odd ranted, his voice getting higher. Yumi might have laughed had she not been so anxious…which in turn mad her irritable.
"What ever Odd! The point is-"
"Ahh, hold on Yumi, Jeremy's calling me. Don't hang up! One sec…" With that she heard the click of him going to the other line and she groaned loud enough for the people walking beside her on the sidewalk to look at her strangely. She rolled her eyes. This was all so bizarre. It wasn't like she hadn't wanted to talk to Ulrich she did but…part of her was still angry that he hurt her…and an even bigger part was still hurt. But why now? She'd been back in Japan for a year. Why all the sudden did he contact her yesterday? What made yesterday so important. She was thinking hard when Odd's voice, wailing, suddenly popped back on the phone.
"What the hell! That bastard called Jeremy too! He called him yesterday! That's how he got your number as well Jeremy gave him all kinds of information about you!" Odd ranted. This time Yumi did laugh briefly.
"Geez Odd, maybe he's avoiding you because you're always around Sissy." Yumi joked as she crossed the street over to a coffee shop. She hadn't eaten all day and it was draining her to have to listen to Odd screaming in her ear.
"Oh yeah? And how would he know that huh? Me and Sissy have only been dating for a year and he's been gone ever since you left! I haven't seen him since you left and the last time I talked to him was three years ago!" Odd continued. It took a moment but then Yumi sighed, starting to actually feel bad for Odd. He was a loyal friend, and had been nothing but good to Ulrich. It wasn't right that he hadn't talked to Odd and she understood why he would be hurt.
"I don't know Odd…I'm sorry." She said, walking into the coffee shop. Inhaling the scent of freshly ground coffee and pastries made her smile. She had tried her best to hide it from her friends but she had a major sweet tooth. She head Odd sigh after a moment.
"It's alright…he might have a good excuse. But anyway that's how he got your number." Odd said. Yumi nodded to herself as she walked over to the counter.
"Yeah I get it…" She looked at the cashier. "Can I get a caramel macchiato and a cheese Danish please?" She asked. The cashier nodded and Yumi gave her 500 yen telling her to keep the change. She went back to the phone.
"But you said Jeremy told him all kinds of stuff. What did he tell him?" Yumi asked, walking down to wait for her order.
"Oh yeah sure. He told him you went to Clark in America, that you've been back for a year, that you're attending Tokyo U, that you have a job as a research assistant and a tutor and that received your Bachelors' degree in Anthropology, how you are now majoring in communications for directing, exactly where you live and that you have absolutely nooooo social life." Odd explained. Yumi's jaw had fell open and her face had turned a bright red. She could hear Odd laughing.
"What the hell is wrong with him? For some one we call Einstein he sure is an idiot! Why did he tell him all that? And I do so have a social life!" Yumi snapped, pathetically attempting to defend herself as she snatched her bag and drink off the counter when he order was called. She stormed out of the coffee shop in a raging fury.
"Hahahaha! Y-yeah right! That's a hit! No social life? Hahahaha. He's so right Yumi you don't do anything!" Odd continued. Yumi's fury heightened.
"Whatever Odd! Why don't you grow a couple feet taller and then try and talk to me!" She snapped.
"Hey! What-" Yumi hung up on Odd and shoved the phone roughly back into her pocket. What an idiot. It didn't help at all that him and Jeremy were both right…she didn't have a life…and she needed to get one but first…She pulled her phone back out and dialed Jeremy's number. Straight to voicemail. He got lucky.
Yumi continued to walk for about another ten minutes before she was finally down the street from her apartment building. She sighed with relief. She was tired, and still irritable. Before she got to the door though, she noticed something. A motorcycle. A motorcycle that wasn't normally there. And a man. A man that most certainly wasn't and had never been there. She got closer. The man had dark brown hair with messy bangs swept to the side. He wore a black leather coat over a baggy green shirt and black jeans. She got closer. He was kind of attractive….
"Holy shit! Ulrich?" Yumi exclaimed. Having finally gotten close enough to figure out who the man was she dropped her bag with her half eaten Danish inside and stepped back two feet. Ulrich smirked.
"Surprised to see me?" He retorted evenly.
"What the hell are you doing here? Look, I know Jeremy gave you my address but that give you no right to just show up like you own the place!" She snapped. Ulrich frowned. This was a step in the wrong direction. Not at all how he had pictured in his head…well she was how he pictured she was be. Perfectly round full breasts, tall, lean, with feminine muscle and sexy subtle curves and hair down to her shoulders. The situation, on the other hand, not what he'd envisioned. For some odd reason, speaking off Odd he owed his friend a call, but for some odd reason he envisioned her seeing him, him seeing her, them running towards each other in slow-mo like in those corny romance movies, embracing, confessing their everlasting love for each other, eloping, and living happily ever after. In that instance he finally realized three reasons why those events, in whatever order, would never happen. One, because this was reality. Two, because she was Yumi. And three, because five years ago he had broken her heart, shoved it on a stick, held it over a fire, then given it back to her to heal.
"I didn't walk in here like I owned the place I'm not even in the place! In case you haven't noticed Yumi I'm outside." He snapped back. Wrong move. Yumi glared at him hard, turned her back and started heading towards the door or her building, key in hand. Ulrich ran his fingers through his hair and started after her.
"Yumi wait." He said and caught her wrist right as she was about to open the door. "I'm sorry ok? I just…I was waiting for you. You only live about a five or so minute drive from here and I'd been waiting here for you to come home for half an hour. Now I see that was because you were walking and because…" He bent down and picked up her brown paper bag and handed it to her. "Because you had stopped to get something." His words were sincere and Yumi felt it. That's what made her pull her wrist away from him and narrow her eyes. They got cold.
"What do you want Ulrich? Last I checked you never wanted to see me again." She snapped. Ulrich groaned inwardly. This was going to be a lot less easy then he though.
"Yumi I-"
"Save it Ulrich. I don't want to hear anything you have to say so back off!" She replied coldly and opened the door. Before she closed it, Ulrich grabbed both her wrists making her drop not only the bag this time but also her drink. He pulled her outside and pinned her to the wall.
"Goddamit Yumi for once just listen!" He growled. For a second he thought he saw a flicker of what might have been fear. Hmm, Yumi? Afraid of him? Kind of a turn on. Though it might have disappeared soon after it showed when she tried to bring her leg up to kick him he pinned both off her legs with his, pressing his body against her and pinning her against the wall of the brick building. He leaned his mouth close to her ear.
"I wanted...to see you again." He murmured in her ear. Yumi shivered against him and he noticed. He also noticed she didn't struggle. Maybe he was getting lucky. In a split second everything changed. Yumi dropped her center of weight, causing a unsuspecting Ulrich to loosen his grip and step back a couple feet. Taking her opportunity Yumi side kicked him into his motorcycle and he fell over with it.
"Don't you ever, put your hands on me without my permission you got it Ulrich? Get the hell out of here." With that said she was finally able to walk into the apartment building, lock the door behind her, and head up the three flights to her apartment. Ulrich could go screw himself.
