Damn! Forgot the disclaimer! Disclaimer: No ownership of Kim and Rai! Although this work is all me. Oh, and I in no way own IMac or Apple. Don't worry, you'll see. Thanks a lot reviewer!
Chapter 2 of Dangerous Memories
-The Mortuaries-
Kimiko's POV
Straightening up in my bed, I glanced at the clock on the small counter next to my bed. The LED lights clearly showed in red, letting me know the time was 7:03. Turning my head, I looked over at Raimundo, who was still sleeping silently next to me, his breathing slow, and almost melodic. I gave a small smile. Tentatively I reached my hand over and brushed a few brunette locks out of his face. Getting out of bed, I quietly walked out of the room.
Making my way downstairs to the kitchen, I sat down at the wide counter used to prepare food. I talked with the cook while she worked. She was making perfectly golden scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast. Feeling restless, I moved towards the stove, and began making coffee. Once all the food was prepared, I slowly walked up the stairs to the Master Bedroom. Setting the tray down on Raimundo's side of the bed, I gave him a soft kiss on the forehead. I started to pull away, but before I could, his hand reached up and pulled my mouth back down to his. It was obvious now that he was up. In an intimate gesture, I ruffled Raimundo's hair as he straightened himself up in the bed.
"Good morning," He said with a mumble. Did I mention Raimundo's not a morning person? 'Cause he's not.
"Morning," I said cheerfully, as I looked out the window which was already casting in light beams. I turned back to Raimundo, about to give him his coffee. Looking at him, I caught him rubbing the sleep from his eyes. I watched as he brought his hand up to my face and gently put his hand on my cheek.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked as I gave him a smile, feeling like I loved him more each and every second.
"Mhh-hmm." I said with a nod, pulling his hand from my face and placing it in my own.
"I feel like I should be the one bringing you breakfast in bed," Raimundo said with a grin.
I gave a laugh. "Like you would ever be able to wake up early." I handed him his coffee, and watched as he quickly drank it down. Some things would never change.
Patting the spot next to him on the bed, I gave a bemused smirk and walked around to my side of the bed. Raimundo lifted the tray and put it between us. It was a good thing I brought two forks.
Raimundo gave me another kiss, on the forehead like the one I had given him earlier, which was something like a morning ritual.
Pleased, I forked some eggs and sausage into my mouth, enjoying the hand of cards life had dealt me.
As usual I felt extremely lucky, and so glad to have Raimundo by my side. I leaned my head on his shoulder, and gave a sigh of contentment.
"I'm going to enjoy growing old with you," I said, out of the blue. I was sure Raimundo was used to me saying random things anyways, so it was okay.
Raimundo put my hand in his, and gave it a kiss. "Me too," he agreed. "Me too."
Raimundo's POV - Afternoon
Kimiko had been gone for an hour. Out on a lunch date with her best friend Keiko, who had moved into the area shortly after getting married. I knew it would be a while before Kimiko came home. If I know her at all, and I know her well, her and Keiko will get so into shopping, that it could be hours before I saw her again. Not that I minded. Kim deserved every good thing that life gave her. So if she wanted to go shopping all day, I wouldn't stop her. I just hope she would go easy on the graphic novels this time. We didn't have much room left in the bookcase .
Stopping in the parlor to grab the cordless phone, I made reservations at a restaurant a few days in advance, because I knew that Kimiko would come home with some fancy dress that she would have nowhere to wear it to.
Stepping into my work room, directly across from the parlor, I got started with today's work. I checked emails on my IMac from clients around the globe. There was one from Kim's father, asking how everything was, the usual and such. Making a mental reminder to reply to it later, I continued with my work.
Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something pass the window. Glancing up, I accounted it to nothing. I continued to skim more emails, mostly all concerning the family business. Like Kimiko's father, my family also specialized in electronics. But instead of video games, and virtual reality, we were more focused on cellphones, computers, and devices specially fitted for a specific person.
Not that I didn't like the occasional video game. I liked playing shooting games, but more than that I liked racing games. Of course, I always lose when playing Kim's dad. The thought made me smirk. Checking to make sure my company was running still seamlessly smooth, I was happy to see that it was, and even better, that our stocks were up. I would have to call my parent's about that later. Hearing the doorbell ring, a nice little melody that Kim had picked out, I quickly put my computer on standby.
To no one in particular, I yelled "I got it," so neither the butler or cook would have to bother coming to the door.
Opening the door, already poised to greet the person at the door, my eyes were immediately drawn to the porch steps. A small fire was burning on the wood of the porch, already too big for me to stomp out with my foot. Running into the kitchen and nearly knocking over the cook, I grabbed the fire extinguisher, and ran back to the front of the house. Hurriedly, I sprayed the white substance over the fire, quickly putting it out. Crouching down, I carefully sorted through the debris. I could already see the burn marks on the white wood of the porch.
Hopefully, by time Kimiko got home, it would be too dark to see it. Examining the pile of newspaper which had been the base for the fire, I tried to make out what the pages had said. Skimming over bits and pieces, I felt -with no better word to describe it– repulsed. It was the Mortuaries section of the paper. The part that tell about people in the area that have recently died. Skimming some more, I learned about a woman dying of old age, a middle aged man in a car accident, and a teenager dying of drug overdose. Just fricking perfect.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to force myself to calm down. After disposing of the mess, I walked over to our security system. Inputting the code, I turned the system on. Just to be safe, I assured myself. That was all it was, right?
Kimiko's POV
It was late when I got home. But not so late that it was dark out. I had been out for the greater part of the day with Keiko. We went clothes shopping, a personal weakness of both of us, and I had eventually pulled her into the local bookstore, after repeated promises of a Large Mocha Cappuccino. I was grateful that I had managed to get home before dark, because during my outing I had constant feelings of being watched.
I wondered if I should tell Raimundo about it. I made my decision shortly after seeing the front porch. There was a good sized burn mark deep in the wood, and I knew that Raimundo didn't just randomly going around playing with fire. Stepping inside the house, I set my bags on the floor, and called out Raimundo's name. He came out of his work room, and I knew that he had probably been working hard all day.
"I'm home," I said with a laugh as Raimundo gave me a hug, picking me up and giving me a quick spin.
"Mhh-hmm." He nodded as he gave me a kiss. "How'd you make out today?"
I gave a coy smile. "Had some fun with my credit card, and single handedly bought out the bookstore." I produced another laugh, which brought a smile to Raimundo's face.
"Did you now? Well, I guess your going to have to go out to dinner with me on Thursday night. To compensate me for the damages."
I felt my face light up. "Really? Where are we going?"
"It's a secret," he replied, taking my hand.
I debated whether now would be a good time to ask about the porch or not, and remembering that I could always ask Rai anything, I knew it wouldn't hurt to ask. "Rai, what happened to the porch?" I asked slowly, choosing my words.
"Oh, just some, uh, kids fooling around," he replied, appearing to brush it off.
"Bzzt!" I made a sound effect. "Wrong Answer. Try again. I know you too well for you to lie."
He sighed, and gave my hand a squeeze. "Your right. I don't know who it was, but someone rang the doorbell, and the next thing I know, there is a fire burning on the porch. It was burning a newspaper section of the Mortuaries."
"Really?" I asked, kinda shocked. "I wonder who would pull a sick stunt like that. It's weird that this would happen, considering I've felt like I've been being watched all day."
"As long as your okay," Raimundo said with clear relief. "Wait. That reminds me of earlier." He simply said. "Before the doorbell rang, I thought I saw someone pass by the window in my work room. I hadn't thought of it until you mentioned it just now."
Unsure of what to say, I stayed silent. Raimundo wrapped his arms around me, in a gesture that felt like he was protecting me from some unseen force. What was going on around here?
Stretches Alright. Yes. Done. Thanks for your extra great reviews guys! As you can see, even Rai's starting to get worried. The Mortuaries part was pretty sick minded huh? I'm surprised I can keep thinking of all this stuff. What does that say about my mind? Or maybe I'm just creative? Keep all thoughts to yourself on this alright. Next chapter should be up soon, although the title is still in works.
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