Had a crappy day at the art fair. Didn't sell anything.
I'm depressed now...
Once he was in the kitchen, Toshinori tried hard not to think overly much about how his own soulmate was utterly terrified of him and instead tried to focus on the food that he had prepared for them a little while ago. He had wanted to be romantic and begin wooing her- so he had taken the time to use all of his culinary prowess to create something that his Lisa would definitely enjoy.
And since he was a bachelor and knew only so much about cooking (despite the cooking lessons that he'd taken to improve his otherwise lethal kitchen skills) before calls to the local firefighters absolutely had to be placed. He'd decided to go with something easy, yet romantic.
He'd made shrimp spaghetti, three small imported lobster tails, some soup, a side salad with several dressings since he didn't know exactly what she liked- some cut up fruit drizzled with sweet white chocolate and topped off with tiny little red heart sprinkles, and a glass of his specially made rose and strawberry wine from his privately owned winery back in the states, to wash it all down.
He'd picked the wine out specially for Lisa since he'd had it made with his soulmate in mind. It was neither too sweet nor too tart, and the alchohol content was low enough that it wouldn't get her drunk and she could have more than a few glasses before it finally started to hit her.
Of course he would have cut her off by then, but she didn't know that.
Not that it mattered much now. With her so scared of being near him he was tempted to let her have something that would be easy to get drunk off of just so that she would pass out and he could hold her for a little while.
"Get a grip on yourself Toshinori, you can't afford to make any mistakes and start acting like a creeper," Toshinori muttered to himself before tacking on, "Letting her get drunk just so that you can hold the poor woman in your arms for a little while would not only be sick, but totally irresponsible." Not to mention that if she ever found out, she wouldn't allow him near her ever again.
Sighing as he finally finished putting the food on a tray so that he could carry it to her, he then reached over to a vase he had sitting in the middle of his dining room kitchen and carefully chose and plucked a flower from the bouquet- not a rose- that was too damn overused and cliché. No, he had picked a white colored tiger lily with soft blue hues running along the sides and tips of the petals.
It wasn't the most romantic flower that he could have chosen, but it wasn't exactly the worst either.
Setting the flower on the tray along with everything else, he then grabbed the bottle of rose wine and a crystal glass, and started walking back to the bedroom.
Upon reaching his room, he took a moment to cautiously peek through the small crack that he'd purposely left so that he could 'spy' on Lisa and make sure that she was 1) not trying to escape. And 2) not lying in wait to bust his skull open.
There was simply so much that one man could take in a short span of time, and sadly, he feared that he had reached his limit for today.
So when he looked through the tiny crack in an effort to see what she was up to and saw that she wasn't in the room- he felt a strange sliver of panic slowly spread through him and quickly entered the room intent on finding her when he heard the soft sound of the faucet in the bathroom running and automatically breathed a sigh of relief before tensing up again and deciding to go and check on her.
Placing the tray of food and the rest of the stuff on his little makeshift desk, he quickly cleared it of any papers and his computer and then moved to check on his soulmate.
He didn't bother knocking on the door- though a second or so after he began to open it- it occurred to him that perhaps he should have. After all, what if she was peeing or... His mind abruptly cut off his current train of thought to keep him from thinking about it overly much.
He was just going to check on her- not stand around and jack off to her using the toilet for god's sake. That was just sick.
Luckily for him, Lisa wasn't peeing or... No- instead she was merely sitting on the edge of his bathtub with her head bowed, crying. She didn't even look up at him upon having him enter the spacious bathroom to see what she was up to, she was just...too damn busy with her crying to bother to look at him.
Though if she had, she would have easily seen the pained expression on his face as he quickly backed out of the room and silently closed the door so that she could have a little bit of time to compose herself before facing him again since he knew that coming to grips with her new role in life was proving itself to be more than a little bit difficult for her.
As it was he continuously berating himself for not holding on and waiting for her longer. Perhaps if he had, and the had merely passed each other on the streets...she wouldn't find herself so intimidated by him.
After all, soulmates- unless they were rejected- were incapable of harming one another. And even then, the rejection only worked in specific circumstances.
It was much how he had rejected his first soulmate, Jenna. Part of the reason that the rejection had worked in the first place had largely been due to the fact that she had been a child and he practically an adult. However that didn't mean that he wouldn't have been able to meet her again as a teenager/young woman and reclaim her as his.
In fact that had secretly been his plan, despite the arguments of his two mentors.
He simply hadn't taken into account how much strain her body would be placed under upon hearing his rejection of their bond.
Everything had progressed so quickly that there was literally no warning for it. It had been like riding a train while in the middle of it wrecking. One moment she had been there. And the next...it was as if some dark yawning void had yanked her right from his fingers and left him with nothing but the dead husk of the one who had been meant for him.
And it had damaged some part of him inside to know, deep down that he was responsible for what had happened to little Jenna. That damaged part of him was in large why he was a villain now. It- for many, many years- had been what had driven him to some very horrible and unspeakable acts.
But now that he had found Lisa...things would need to change if he planned to keep her safe and give her the life that she deserved. And for that to happen- he needed to first earn her trust if nothing else. And after that, he would begin to pick apart his own people from the inside.
Then he would take Lisa once they were either all behind bars and scattered, and move them to the vineyard in the states where they could settle down quietly and maybe start a family.