Chapter 9
It was the music that woke Fuko up. Groggily, she lifted her hand to read her watch. 7.30PM. It was night time already. Still nestled in the depths of sleepiness, she slowly got out of bed and shuffled into the living room. It was then she saw that Tokiya had already laid the table out for their dinner. A vase of dried wildflower stood in the center of her dining room table. Two plates had been set alongside each other, with the proper cutlery and wineglasses placed appropriately beside them too.
Fuko then headed into the kitchen where she saw Tokiya bending over the stove, apparently checking the thickness of the sauce that he was stirring. He was dressed in his usual attire, which consisted of a white shirt, and black pants, however, this time, he wore an apron over his clothes, an apron which Fuko had thrown away in the storeroom a long long time ago.
Tokiya turned around as he heard Fuko enter the kitchen
" Just woke up? Go wash up, dinner will be ready soon."
" Oh. yeah. what's for dinner?"
" We're eating Italian tonight and." Tokiya paused as he eyed Fuko critically " Please change into something more fit for dinner."
Fuko looked down at herself and realized that she was still in her pajamas. " Opps." she colored slightly, then made a quick escape from the kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from her room dressed in a sleeveless light blue chiffon blouse and white cotton pants.
Tokiya had already finished cooking and was putting the bread onto the table.
Though she was a good five meters away from the table, Fuko could smell the aroma of the food rising from the table.
" Looks good." she commented " I could smell it from afar. I must confess, my cooking skills are quite inferior. That's why my kitchen is quite empty."
" Try it." Tokiya said, as he handed her plate to her.
" All right. ummm. it's good!" Fuko exclaimed as she ate the spaghetti that Tokiya had prepared. " Oh my god."
Tokiya smiled as he saw Fuko's reaction, an amused look on his face. Then he noticed that a bit of sauce had dribbled over to the side of Fuko's mouth. Reaching out, he used the end of his napkin to wipe it away
" Take your time, there's lots more in the kitchen." he said gently, as he concentrated on wiping Fuko's mouth.
" But it is really good." Fuko protested.
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One hour later, Fuko and Tokiya were seated on the wicker chair in her balcony, quietly listening to the sounds of the classical music that was playing softly on her stereo. Fuko had her feet tucked beneath her knees; feeling quite satisfied after the wonderful dinner that Tokiya had cooked. Tokiya sat beside her, one arm spread across the back of the chair, the other holding a can beer. Fuko was holding one too, and as she lifted it to her mouth, her head tilted back slightly and as she did so, her nape touched Tokiya's arm slightly. Though it was only a slight touch, it was enough to send a slight shiver through Fuko's body. Tokiya sensed her movement and he turned towards her asking
" Are you cold?"
" Me? Oh no, I'm all right." Fuko replied, smiling.
Regardless, Tokiya drew Fuko closer to him and rubbed the sides of her arms in a continuous motion so as to transmit some warmth to her. Suddenly Fuko asked
" Did Gin look you up?"
" No he didn't, but the old order did." Tokiya replied
Fuko looked up at him in surprise.
" You didn't tell me."
" It was nothing."
" Did they say anything? They must have said something. are you keeping something from me?" Fuko got frantic as she railed questions at Tokiya
" They asked me to help them. and I refused not. I told them that I didn't not want to kill anyone ever again." Tokiya replied calmly.
" Oh." Fuko said, as she relaxed and drank from her beer can again.
" And they said that I had changed." Tokiya said, rather cautiously this time
" Changed? In what way?" Fuko asked, puzzled. " You're still a vampire."
" They said that I've began to think of other people's feelings first." Tokiya continued, all the while looking at Fuko and observing her reaction.
" Oh, that's good." Fuko replied, as she turned her head away, but Tokiya caught her chin in his hand and turned it so that she was looking directly at him.
" It's because of you Fuko."
" ME. what?" Fuko asked
" It's because of you that I've started developing feelings for you. Because of you, I feel the urge to protect you and to make you happy. Doesn't that say a lot of things Fuko?"
Fuko found herself unable to reply. She could only stare at Tokiya as he said this.
It seemed so natural to kiss her then.
Slowly Tokiya bent his head and kissed Fuko gently on the lips, and then he felt her arms around his back, and deepened the kiss. Beer cans fell loudly onto the floor, but Tokiya and Fuko took no notice of them, as Tokiya laid Fuko gently against the cushions of the wicker chair, still kissing her.
It was as if he was in a world of his own, all alone with Fuko. Nothing mattered except the fact that he was with her.
*********
It was the phone that broke them up. Fuko heard it first, as she opened her eyes and her mind wondered off to where the noise was coming from.
Tokiya glanced up, as he noticed the change in Fuko's response. When he realized that it was the phone, he got off the chair and he went to the phone, picking up. Seconds later, he handed the phone to Fuko
" It's the hospital. They say that it's an emergency."
Fuko took the phone from Tokiya and spoke into it
" Hello?"
" Dr Kirisawa?"
" Yes."
" Dr Kirisawa, you have to come quick! There's an emergency at the hospital, victims with the same neck wound as last night are coming into the hospital by the hundreds! We need you to come back and help out."
Fuko looked at Tokiya, as she heard what the nurse said. Tokiya nodded to her to indicate that he was listening too.
" I'll be right there." She said and put down the phone.
Fuko ran into her room for her handbag and coat and when she came out, she found Tokiya waiting for her at the door.
" You can't go Tokiya! He's doing this to trap you.he wants to force you to fight."
" I can't possible stay here and watch people die in front of me!" Tokiya replied.
" He'll kill you!" Fuko shouted back
" Now he won't!" Tokiya argued
" 500 against 1!" Fuko argued back.
" Fuko! Have more faith in me will you." Tokiya walked up to her and kissed her hard " He won't kill me yet. He's still needs my strength. Besides, I have to protect you. I do not want any harm to come to you."
Fuko looked at him and then she sighed
" Make sure that no harm comes to you all right. I still have yet to taste the rest of your cooking."
" I promise." came Tokiya's reply.
It was the music that woke Fuko up. Groggily, she lifted her hand to read her watch. 7.30PM. It was night time already. Still nestled in the depths of sleepiness, she slowly got out of bed and shuffled into the living room. It was then she saw that Tokiya had already laid the table out for their dinner. A vase of dried wildflower stood in the center of her dining room table. Two plates had been set alongside each other, with the proper cutlery and wineglasses placed appropriately beside them too.
Fuko then headed into the kitchen where she saw Tokiya bending over the stove, apparently checking the thickness of the sauce that he was stirring. He was dressed in his usual attire, which consisted of a white shirt, and black pants, however, this time, he wore an apron over his clothes, an apron which Fuko had thrown away in the storeroom a long long time ago.
Tokiya turned around as he heard Fuko enter the kitchen
" Just woke up? Go wash up, dinner will be ready soon."
" Oh. yeah. what's for dinner?"
" We're eating Italian tonight and." Tokiya paused as he eyed Fuko critically " Please change into something more fit for dinner."
Fuko looked down at herself and realized that she was still in her pajamas. " Opps." she colored slightly, then made a quick escape from the kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from her room dressed in a sleeveless light blue chiffon blouse and white cotton pants.
Tokiya had already finished cooking and was putting the bread onto the table.
Though she was a good five meters away from the table, Fuko could smell the aroma of the food rising from the table.
" Looks good." she commented " I could smell it from afar. I must confess, my cooking skills are quite inferior. That's why my kitchen is quite empty."
" Try it." Tokiya said, as he handed her plate to her.
" All right. ummm. it's good!" Fuko exclaimed as she ate the spaghetti that Tokiya had prepared. " Oh my god."
Tokiya smiled as he saw Fuko's reaction, an amused look on his face. Then he noticed that a bit of sauce had dribbled over to the side of Fuko's mouth. Reaching out, he used the end of his napkin to wipe it away
" Take your time, there's lots more in the kitchen." he said gently, as he concentrated on wiping Fuko's mouth.
" But it is really good." Fuko protested.
*****************
One hour later, Fuko and Tokiya were seated on the wicker chair in her balcony, quietly listening to the sounds of the classical music that was playing softly on her stereo. Fuko had her feet tucked beneath her knees; feeling quite satisfied after the wonderful dinner that Tokiya had cooked. Tokiya sat beside her, one arm spread across the back of the chair, the other holding a can beer. Fuko was holding one too, and as she lifted it to her mouth, her head tilted back slightly and as she did so, her nape touched Tokiya's arm slightly. Though it was only a slight touch, it was enough to send a slight shiver through Fuko's body. Tokiya sensed her movement and he turned towards her asking
" Are you cold?"
" Me? Oh no, I'm all right." Fuko replied, smiling.
Regardless, Tokiya drew Fuko closer to him and rubbed the sides of her arms in a continuous motion so as to transmit some warmth to her. Suddenly Fuko asked
" Did Gin look you up?"
" No he didn't, but the old order did." Tokiya replied
Fuko looked up at him in surprise.
" You didn't tell me."
" It was nothing."
" Did they say anything? They must have said something. are you keeping something from me?" Fuko got frantic as she railed questions at Tokiya
" They asked me to help them. and I refused not. I told them that I didn't not want to kill anyone ever again." Tokiya replied calmly.
" Oh." Fuko said, as she relaxed and drank from her beer can again.
" And they said that I had changed." Tokiya said, rather cautiously this time
" Changed? In what way?" Fuko asked, puzzled. " You're still a vampire."
" They said that I've began to think of other people's feelings first." Tokiya continued, all the while looking at Fuko and observing her reaction.
" Oh, that's good." Fuko replied, as she turned her head away, but Tokiya caught her chin in his hand and turned it so that she was looking directly at him.
" It's because of you Fuko."
" ME. what?" Fuko asked
" It's because of you that I've started developing feelings for you. Because of you, I feel the urge to protect you and to make you happy. Doesn't that say a lot of things Fuko?"
Fuko found herself unable to reply. She could only stare at Tokiya as he said this.
It seemed so natural to kiss her then.
Slowly Tokiya bent his head and kissed Fuko gently on the lips, and then he felt her arms around his back, and deepened the kiss. Beer cans fell loudly onto the floor, but Tokiya and Fuko took no notice of them, as Tokiya laid Fuko gently against the cushions of the wicker chair, still kissing her.
It was as if he was in a world of his own, all alone with Fuko. Nothing mattered except the fact that he was with her.
*********
It was the phone that broke them up. Fuko heard it first, as she opened her eyes and her mind wondered off to where the noise was coming from.
Tokiya glanced up, as he noticed the change in Fuko's response. When he realized that it was the phone, he got off the chair and he went to the phone, picking up. Seconds later, he handed the phone to Fuko
" It's the hospital. They say that it's an emergency."
Fuko took the phone from Tokiya and spoke into it
" Hello?"
" Dr Kirisawa?"
" Yes."
" Dr Kirisawa, you have to come quick! There's an emergency at the hospital, victims with the same neck wound as last night are coming into the hospital by the hundreds! We need you to come back and help out."
Fuko looked at Tokiya, as she heard what the nurse said. Tokiya nodded to her to indicate that he was listening too.
" I'll be right there." She said and put down the phone.
Fuko ran into her room for her handbag and coat and when she came out, she found Tokiya waiting for her at the door.
" You can't go Tokiya! He's doing this to trap you.he wants to force you to fight."
" I can't possible stay here and watch people die in front of me!" Tokiya replied.
" He'll kill you!" Fuko shouted back
" Now he won't!" Tokiya argued
" 500 against 1!" Fuko argued back.
" Fuko! Have more faith in me will you." Tokiya walked up to her and kissed her hard " He won't kill me yet. He's still needs my strength. Besides, I have to protect you. I do not want any harm to come to you."
Fuko looked at him and then she sighed
" Make sure that no harm comes to you all right. I still have yet to taste the rest of your cooking."
" I promise." came Tokiya's reply.