Café Perfection
Chapter 2
I don't own…
Thanks to Angelight and Liquid Ice…
Haruka Tenoh was in fact a woman. Too many sources confirmed it. I kept asking myself why this was a problem. If he truly was a she, my attraction would be more conventional; thus, easier to deal with. Not that like that bothered me when I thought she was a man…Haruka would just be easier to handle as a woman, I tried to reason with my self. This still didn't make me happy. I felt a great betrayal and, even worse, I felt she too was weak just like the others. Hah! Too weak to be herself so she had to hide as a man! The more I considered it the more I hated her and the more I hated her the more I hated my self because secretly she was still my perfection. I had two weeks to allow my anger and confusion to brew. I avoided the coffee shop like it was the plague.
I didn't see her again until I met her walking on the street in front of what I would later know as her apartment building. She blinked when she saw me standing there and I'm sure I did the same. Then, her smile spread from her eyes to her lips as she approached me.
"Fei-kun, haven't seen you around at the coffee shop lately." "I haven't been," I answered honestly. There was a silence between us, but it wasn't uncomfortable. She stepped up towards me and pressed something into my palm. It was a business card with her name, number, and address. She was still very close and I looked deep into those eyes that were burning holes into mine. "There's something you want to tell me, eh Fei-kun? I'm late for an appointment so I cant be a good listener right now, but you can call me anytime and we'll discuss this, okay?" "Yes," I replied a little disappointed. Her hand lingered in mine and she bite her lip as if trying to keep something in.
She wore a loose white dress shirt that could faintly give a hint to her true gender and black slacks. She was a handsome man. I wondered how beautiful she would be as a woman…and naked. I blushed at the thought and watched as she walked away without a word.
I spent the rest of the day thinking of her and I realized how little I truly knew of the woman. In truth, I only knew three things about her: she's a female who dresses like a male, she's one close terms with the violinist, and she plays the piano. This saddened me in such a way that I couldn't bare being away from her and not knowing anymore. It was late when I finally called her, about 2:30 am.
The phone rang dozens of times before I heard a groggy, "Hello." "Haruka, I want to talk to you now." "Fei-kun? What time is it?" "Around half past two. Can we talk or not?" I demanded impatiently. "Yeah, sure. Meet me at my place." "Thank you." I hung up without saying goodbye and rushed to dress haphazardly.
I practically flew to her. This love was consuming me. I ran up the stairs in her apartment building, not bothering with the elevator. I reached her door panting and high on adrenaline. The door opened as if she had been waiting for me, which I'm sure she was. I couldn't speak; there were no words. She stood there in all her beauty, the moonlight shining behind her. Adorning her body was a tank top and boxers. Both articles of clothing hugged her curves tightly and I wanted her more than anything.
She opened her moth to speak but I grabbed her and entangled my lips and body into her own. She responded more eagerly than I thought she would. I was pulled into her apartment and shoved onto a couch where we kissed and groped and dared not say a word. I felt I needed more but did not voice my desire. In the middle of our tryst she heard a small stirring and stopped. Haruka jumped off of me and righted her clothing as I followed suit.
The violinist shuffled out of a door, the bedroom door I later came to know. She glanced at me with a frown and turned her attention to my partner in lust. "Ruka, who's he?" "A friend, Michi. Go back to bed while Fei-kun and I finish our talk." A flash of understanding crossed the petite girl's face. I realized she was wearing nothing but the white dress shirt Haruka wore earlier that day. I averted my eyes as she smiled at me knowingly and left Haruka and I alone.
I could not look at her directly. The sense of betrayal was even stronger. "She---" I began, "your
lover?" "Yes," she responded in a so what manner. "We have nothing more to discuss." I got up to leave and I thought she wouldn't stop me, but she did. "Are you happy, Chang?" she asked openly with a tone that cut. "I thought I could be," I replied intentionally trying to hurt her. "I'm not happy," she responded shaking her head. I laughed, "How could you be. You lie and reject a person who loves you and cheat on another who must love you. And you aren't yourself! You hide as a man. You, Haruka Tenoh, are weak!"
She sat there looking at me with her hands together between her knees. Her eyes were keen and unrelenting. "And…?" I nearly fainted with exasperation. "And you said maybe I hadn't met the right woman." "So?" She looked baffled as if I was relaying events that didn't exactly fit. "So, didn't you mean…" "You thought I was referring to myself? Yes I was, Chang, I won't lie. I thought you'd be good fro me." "And your woman?" Haruka got up and stormed into the bedroom. She led the violinist out by the arm and glared at me. "Tell him, Michiru." "I broke up with her today, Chang-san," she sighed, "Haruka needs something I can't give her and I feel the same way. She has found what she needs in you, as for myself, I plan to keep looking." She Turned and walked back into the room, shutting the door behind her.
Haruka was shaking with anger. I neared her and she turned away. "Fei-kun…" "Haruka…" "Come back tomorrow?" "Yes, I will…" I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her cheek. She kept her back turned to me. This being both good and bad: she trusts me enough to keep my back turned, but was still filled with rage… I opened the front door and, afraid to look back, I walked away.