Author's Note:
Hey, I really love this chapter myself, read on and review if you feel like...
"Kahoko?" he said a little louder this time.
Kahoko heard her name being called out. Its okay….don't freak out, don't freak out….she told herself. You're just in Len's kitchen, cooking him the meal he failed to make for himself, in spite of the fact that he never asked you to go into the kitchen and clearly specified he was going out to eat…. You even said you'd go with him…
"I'm such an idiot!" she said aloud.
"Yes you are…." Len leaned against the kitchen door.
Seductive music began to play in the background as Len advanced towards her.
"But you know what?"
"What?"
"You're my idiot, which makes you smart…."
She shook her head like a dog. Why do I keep dreaming of Len?
She gasped as he saw him standing in the kitchen doorway.
"Why are you cooking?" He asked, a hint of tension in his voice. "Didn't you hear me say I was going out?"
He said 'I', not 'we'…she noted sadly.
Kahoko grinned. "Oh don't be silly Len…" she said nervously. "Why waste money going out when you can eat right here? I'm a good cook you know…" Now why did I just say that? She wondered.
Len stood stiffly as always at the doorway. He had to agree with Kahoko. The noodles did smell delicious, especially in contrast with his charred disaster.
Wait a minute….I specifically told her….and she deliberately disobeys me! In my own house! What will happen to my self-respect if I just go along with her brainless plan? What next? Is she gonna move in with me? He wondered if he would really mind if she did. Of cause I would! Don't be ridiculous! He told himself angrily.
A mini mind fantasy began to form in his mind again, but he fiercely pushed it away. No. Kahoko did not have a right to do what she did and there was no way in hell he was eating with her. He wasn't poor, she knew he wasn't poor, and he didn't need to eat at home, food or no food!
Kahoko watched Len's impassive face as he stood awkwardly at the doorway, glaring at her with those cold, cerulean eyes. Maybe this was a bad idea….she thought, sweating slightly at the temples. He doesn't look too happy...
"Kahoko. What did I tell you?"
"I…I…"
He walked towards her swiftly.
"What did I tell you?" he enquired, sternly
"Um….that you…were …were going out…"
"Yes…for what?" he went on, severely.
"Well….if you just taste…"
"Dammit! For what?
"To….to …eat…"
"Then you are making me dinner because….?"
"Len! Calm down! You don't have to eat it I'll just… throw it away!" said poor Kahoko, on a brink of a nervous breakdown, holding the saucepan over the dustbin.
He wrapped his hand around her wrist, pulling the saucepan away from the bin.
"No…It's okay" he said slowly.
Man, I can be such a jerk. Seeing Kahoko, eyes widened in fear, knees weak and shaking, mouth slightly open in apprehension, was enough to calm him down. Let it go…he told himself. Stop struggling for control…..for once in your life….stop struggling to be on top…
He could feel her pulse, beating a mile a minute under his fingertips. The feeling was novel to him. He was sure his pulse was beating as quickly as her's. He looked at her…her lips trembling, her mouth slightly agape, eyes fixed uncertainly on his, forehead lined with droplets of sweat… his heart beat quickened.
What was he doing? But he couldn't move an inch. His hand gripped hers, his eyes held her's in reserve. They stood there, as long as what seemed eternity, until tentatively, his eyes narrowed on the target: her lips and he slowly, hesitantly he began to move towards her face, his breathe coming closer and closer, warming her, sending a few unruly strands of hair away from her face.
He could feel the intensity of blood rushing to his brain, flaming up on his cheeks. The temperature in the kitchen was increasing rapidly, sizzling more and more with every centimeter he removed between them.
Kahoko's brain was numb with apprehension. Was he actually, at that moment, in the kitchen, going to kiss her? Her hand, a willing prisoner of his, began to shake badly. As he neared her lips. Her heart pounded in her ears, beads of sweat flowed steadily down her face. Her eyes continued to be glued to his. He was so close….so closed to her now…the tension in the room was so thick…
I am going to do it….Len told himself. I'm going to kiss her. So help me god, I can't resist those cherry-red lips. I just have to kiss her... His longing swept through his entire body, pushing him to finally make his move. He felt his heart quicken and throat go dry. His breath was heavy and irregular.
A stray wisp of blue hair, swaying, gently fondled her lips. His tender lips followed, capturing the blue strand for a moment, before blowing it away and focusing all his affection on her lips. He was gentle, yet firm on her mouth, but Kahoko stood frozen, lips unyielding, too stunned to respond to his eager lips. The plummeting sensation that raced through her entire body was so overwhelming; she lost all knowledge of time and space. She just let go, as her body-experienced the swell of sensation numbing her brain. Overwhelmed, she opened her mouth, letting out a soft whimper.
CRASH
Her hand lost its grip over the saucepan. The sound echoed throughout the kitchen, coinciding with Kahoko's response.
The pan hit the ground, sending noodles everywhere. The impact of the drop sent a stream of hot gravy upwards, hitting Len on the side of face. The burning sensation in his eyes caused him to jolt out of his trance. His hand let go of Kahoko's, and reached up to wipe off the burning liquid.
Unfortunately, for Kahoko, who was still numbed with the surprise of their encounter, Len's hand was the only thing supporting her weight. When he let go, she limply fell to the floor, as if in slow-motion her head banging the side of the pan with a sickening thump. It over turned and skidded across the kitchen floor.
Author's note:
Oooh… that was unexpected huh? Originally, there was not meant to be any kiss, only the hair tickling part, but after reading it again, I found it made more sense if there was a kiss after all.
Thanks all you wonderful reviewers. Shan't be thanking you by name this time, because I want to publish this chapter ASAP. Just another note, when the text becomes like this (bold italics) it mean it's a mini mind fiction thingy…okay? And please let me know if I'm going too far with it.
How was the kiss? Was it 'passionate' enough? Or overdone? Come on….you can tell me….wink
I bet you're DYING to know what happens next...so am I to be honest...
