AN: I'm skipping over the dinner conversation, because well, I'm just not that creative. And plus, how boring would it be?
And, I'm sorry for the long waits. My grades have been suffering and I feel like I left out on a hard spot to continue on from last chapter. Alas, I shall make it work!
-"…"- other person on the phone. Just so you know. If that made any sense.
"So," she reached into the soapy water and retrieved the sponge she had been washing dishes with, "isn't it ironic?"
He cocked his head to the side to look at her, using his left hand to place the dish he had been drying on the counter, "That I locked the keys in the car? I guess you could look at it that way."
Yumi could feel him tugging on the plate she had held out for him to take, "No, I mean that you ended up here, seeing me for the first time in 7 years," She smiled, "and on these circumstances."
"True," he chuckled, "But better these circumstances than none at all." She released the plate for him to take. At the very second the hand towel connected with the wet plate his cell phone began to ring. Fishing it out of his pocket, he checked the caller ID.
"It's Odd." He searched Yumi's face for a reaction, "I'm picking it up," slowly, the brunette began counting to three.
At two and 3/5, Yumi's hand grabbed his wrist, "Let me do it," She had a devilish grin on her face, "Please?" He handed the phone over to her, letting his hand linger for a few seconds as it touched hers.
She cleared her throat after he let go, trying to push the blush from her face. Gently, she pressed the answer button, "Hello, you've reached the Tokyo mortuary, you kill 'em we chill 'em, you stab 'em we slab 'em. How may I help you?"
The pair could almost hear Odd's jaw drop on the other end of the call. "I think I have-" he paused, "Wait, is that you Yumi?"
A long silence echoed over the room as Yumi racked her brain for something to say. A series of "Uhms, uhs and ers" escaped her mouth, but nothing more. In an attempt to save the conversation, Ulrich retrieved the phone from her.
"Odd, what do you want?" His voice was stern, "Weren't you the one who set this whole thing up to begin with?" Yumi looked over at Ulrich, suddenly very confused. Discreetly, she began to eavesdrop.
-"I was just calling to see how things were going. I thought you would have screwed up by now."-
Ulrich whispered "excuse me for a minute" to Yumi, who nodded. As soon as he left, she turned the corner in time to watch him close the door to her apartment. Curious, she leaned against the door. Unfortunately for her, his voice was too muffled and became incomprehensible.
Disappointed, she rounded the corner and continued to wash the saucepan. Thoughts kept running through her mind, what were they talking about? Was it that important that he hand to interrupt their date? Or even, was he just creating and excuse to get out of the date?
A few minutes later, Ulrich returned, his phone placed back in his pocket and a smile on his face. "Thanks for excusing me, Odd was being an idiot."
Without turning her head to look at her date, she sneered "Oh, is that all?"
Bewildered, Ulrich responded, "What do you mean?"
"When we were together before, you never minded Odd being an idiot." Her forehead was wrinkled in frustration.
He turned her chin towards him with his pointer finger, "We were teenagers, and it was expected of him then. Now, it's just a pain." She forced her head away from his gaze, "Yumi, what's wrong?"
She glared at him, "What did you mean, 'Weren't you the one who set this whole thing up?' Did you not want to be here tonight, or something? Ulrich, if you don't like me, you don't have to pretend to. It's just going to hurt me more." Her eyes began to water, "You know what, Ulrich, just leave. Please, just leave."
An expression of helplessness covered his face, "Yumi, but, I didn't mean that! It's just he called here- Oh Yumi, I can explain the whole thing." She pushed him away when he attempted to embrace her.
"Just leave, I don't want to hear it, Ulrich." In rage, she stormed into her bedroom, slamming and locking the wooden door. In vain, he trudged towards the looming front door.
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Inside her bedroom, the raven haired woman collapsed onto her bed, grasping a pillow to soften the sobs which seemed so loud to her. As soon as she heard the click of the front door closing, her sobs quieted. Weary, she opened the bedroom door and peered around the lonely space.
Shaken, Yumi stepped out into her apartment. The water still leaked out of the faucet on the kitchen sink, and it had started to overflow onto the floor. As she examined it closer, she could see something black under the flow of falling water. When she picked ti up, rage once again boiled up inside of her stomach.
With all the strength in her body, she threw the item across the room, letting it hit the tile wall and shatter. Amazed, and somewhat frightened at what she had just done, she retrieved the pieces of the phone, placing them in a pile on the dry counter.
"Oh god, what have I done?"
AN: I think Yumi is pretty OCC in this chapter, I don't think she's the type of person who would think so un-rationally. But, it flowed from my fingers like water off a sink…
Also, I don't think it's very well written, I've been rushing it (since my grandma wants me to go shopping with her, blah.) Hopefully it's not too awful. I didn't proofread it, so there will probably be a bazillion mistakes. Sorry, (.
Aimee