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Chapter 9

Senri.

"You," I called at the woman, who was fixing a pile of papers on her cubicle.

"Ah! Mr. Senri, how may I help you?" She asked, standing up.

"Touya Rima... is your talent?" I asked, pocketing my hands.

"Y-yes, sir." She answered.

"She's concentrating on what... magazine covers? Commercial clicks? Cameos?"

"Any of the fore mention, Mr. Senri."

"Ah. She's a free lance model?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why so? She has potential on being permanent for the agency, the project themselves would come lining up for her."

"I know that, sir." She nodded.

I raised an eyebrow. "But?"

"I told the same thing to her... but, she declined. She said, she's just into modelling for a whim."

"Ah, very well. May I have her files?" I pulled my palm up.

"Yes, sir. Just a moment." She hunted through the envelopes inside her drawers, then handed me a crisp folder. "Here you go, sir."

I nodded and got the folder, strutting back to my office.

"Modelling for a whim... quite attractive." I leaned on my seat while checking out her biodata. "Touya Rima... is it you that I'm looking for?"

Rima.

"A-sh-hoo!" Damn this, I was about to cuss after I bit my tongue, but my nose had to sneeze. Ruka laughed silently.

"Crazy biatch." I hissed at her.

"Atleast I wasn't the one who was talked behind my back."

"Tss. I was overcome with being remembered though."

"But, you bit your tongue first." She said oh-so-matter-of-factly.

"So?"

"You know what they say."

"Yeah, yeah. It's creepy, so don't explain further." We're now sitting on the backseat of Ichijou's lovely car, with the driver behind the wheel and a security guard on the passenger's seat.

"Rima, do you have food in the fridge?"

"Duh?"

"Good. I'm hungry, can I stay up there?"

"Eh? Sleepover again?"

"Yeah, It's summer anyway, yeah?"

"Fine, fine. I think you still got clothes in my wardrobe."

"Goodie..." She beamed and leaned over the driver seat. "Mister, can we go straight to Touya's residence?"

"As you wish, miss." The driver replied blankly.

"Thank you." Ruka smiled at him and sat back.

Ruka.

I really don't want to go home yet. I can't sleep there tonight with Maria being an obsessed kid as she is and my cousin, a lousy man that he wants to be.

Dad would be home late, so there'd be probably more noise than necessary.

And, I just want to eat those awesome foods that Rima's mum makes. They taste like heaven.

Why wouldn't they be? Rima's mum is a chef in a famous hotel downtown and has her own program on television every afternoon, with her cooking master pieces.

While mine's already in heaven after giving birth to me, so I really didn't know how homemade foods taste, that are seasoned with love, after I ate hers. My dad's no good, and loves his work position as CEO so he couldn't careless how he pays housemaids to do the cooking.

But is very strict when it comes to me buying branded stuffs.

That's why I feel so giddy sleeping at Rima's place tonight. I feel really comfortable with them.

"Ne, Ruka... we're here." She said then slid out.

"Thanks for the ride. Send Ichijou our regards, okay?"

"Yes, miss."

Rima.

"Rima, I'll be the first one to shower, alright?"

"Alright."

Ruka hopped in on my bathroom after rummaging through my closet for some old clothes, but after accepting that she has grew fat-t...err, she went and borrowed an oversized shirt and garterized pants from me.

I hopped down the stairs to check if there's still mud pie left from last night.

And yep, it's still half full since this morning, there're also two pitchers of freshly squeezed orange juice mum left for me before she went for work.

"Rimaaaa~" Ruka called from upstairs, "Mind calling Ichiru and tell him that I'm sleeping over here for the night? My phone's dead."

"Yeah, I'll call your house." I said, walking towards the kitchen phone, which was nearer than the one on the den.

"Thanks. I'm borrowing your hair dryer."

"K, fine. I don't have a choice, do I?"

"None. Teehee. Thanks yo." She said and closed the door of my room.

"Sheesh." I dialled the number to Souen's residence and waited for an answer on the other end.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

"Uh... may I speak to Ichiru?"

"Speaking."

"Pfft. Seriously?"

"Yeah. Why? Who is this? What do you need?"

"You sound like a rejected kid cracking secretly. It's Rima."

"Urusai. AH, my head hurts. Maria's so noisy, you know that?"

"Tss. I really don't give a damn though."

"Whatever. Let's get this over with. What do you need?"

"Ruka's sleeping over at my place. Tell your uncle, okay?"

"Fine."

"K,bye." I hung up the phone and mounted up the stairs. I opened the door to my room and saw Ruka's back on mine facing the vanity mirror while blow drying her hair. "You should've done that inside the bathroom, water will drip from your hair on my carpet." I grumbled while looking for my towel on the drawer.

"Don't worry it will dry up. It's just water, you know."

"Just water..." I felt my fists balling up, my vision blurring.

"Rima." I felt a hand squeezing my shoulder. "You should take a bath now; your towel's already hang up there."

"Yeah." I walked to the bathroom, closed the door, stripped off my clothes, threw them on the laundry chute and immediately turned the shower on, letting the warm water calm the nerves on my freezing body.

I looked up the shower head and let the water softly fall on my face, sweetening my bitter salted tears.

"Just water..." I whispered to myself and let the sound of the water hitting my body drown the sobs that was escaping from my trembling lips.

END. (of chapter)

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