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Chapter 10
Ichiru.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"Hello?"
"Uncle, it's Ichiru."
"What is it?"
"Ruka's sleeping at Touya's place tonight."
"Okay. I'll be home late, so don't burn the house down, alright?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. I better get off now." He hung up the phone. I hooked the phone back to its place.
"Nana." I called walking to the kitchen.
"Yes, young sir?" She was an old maiden, tan in colour. Her hair tied to a bun, and her household uniform, clean and proper. She had been with us ever since Uncle Rukio got his job. She was patient and considerate. Also, a pleasant cook.
"Ruka won't be here for dinner."
"Why, did something happen to young miss?" She asked, concerned, while wiping the dishes.
"Nah. She's with Rima." I answered and went towards the fridge.
"Ah. Young sir, how's Maria?"
I shrugged and got a carton of Melon Milk. "Still locked up."
"Ah. I'll start cooking then." She said and put the plate that she was holding down.
I nodded and poured some milk on the glass. "I want pasta."
"Macaroni au gratin. Sounds good?" She asked me while gathering the ingredients.
"Yep. Please call for Maria when it's already cooked, yeah?" I said, walking towards my room.
"Yes, young sir."
Ruka.
Rima just finished talking a bath and is now drying her hair with the towel. It makes her hair smoother that way.
"Rima, what time does your mother come home?"
"Around 6." She answered while wrapping her head like a turban with her towel.
"How about your dad?"
"Around 7."
"Ah. It's around 4 now, let's go and eat cake?" *Q*
"Tss." She answered, while hunting for clothes from her wardrobe. She picked a long-sleeved button-up thin-clothed white polo, and a pair of light brown garterized shorts that fell an inch below her butt.
She removed the towel from her head and softly brushed her hair down.
"Rima, do you still have those cosmetic kits your agency gave you?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Let's paint our nails, yeah?"
"Fine, after we watch a movie though."
"Okay, okay."
She went out the door towards the kitchen, I just followed suit. She got 2 huge slices of MudPie filled with melted marshmallows and put them on separate plates. She also got a pitcher of freshly squeezed juice from the fridge and two tall glasses from the cupboard.
This is what I love about Rima's place... fooooood. *u*
"Ruka, get this and turn on the tv on the den." She gave me the tray and pushed me softly towards their watch room.
"Who are you calling?" I asked.
"Ichiru." She said while dialling digits on the den's phone.
"Huh? Why?" I put down the cake on the coffee table.
She shrugged. "The more, the merrier?"
"Tss." I answered, turning the tv and video player on.
Rima.
"Hello. Souen's residence. How may I help you?" A voice of a little girl croaked on the other line.
"Ah. May I speak to Ichiru?"
"He's asleep." She answered.
"Ah. Okay. Tell him I called."
"Who is 'I'?"
"Rima."
"Ah. Okay."
"Kbye." I answered and put the ringer down.
"So?" Ruka raised an eyebrow at me.
"Your cousin's already asleep." I went to the compact discs library of the room.
"Nah. He may have locked himself inside to not hear Maria's nonsensical sobs."
"Rude." I picked out a disc and inserted it inside the player.
"It's Ichiru, what do you expect?"
"Nothing much out of the ordinary." I shrugged and went to squat on the couch.
I got a platelet of cake and started eating before the movie starts, because I know, once it begins, my stomach won't be in its normal condition. Same goes for Ruka though, but she doesn't know what movie we are about to watch yet.
This'll be my surprise for her.
Senri.
Rumble.
Was that my stomach? I felt it with my palm, it vibrated again...
"Aisch. I forgot to eat." I grumbled to myself. I was too concentrated on the contract papers before me that I became oblivious to my hunger.
I stood up from my seat, arranged the papers on my desk and called for my secretary to pick them up.
I left the office late in the afternoon, earlier than usual, to have a pleasant meal somewhere that's worth eating at.
I came to a stop in front of a Korean restaurant on the West District.
I often eat here, when my taste buds are itching for Kim-chi, one of my favourite spicy dishes.
I ordered Kim-chi, noodles and fish cakes to satisfy my hunger.
After that I roamed around the city for a whim, and then I saw a small pastry shoppe beside an ice cream station. The shop was small and frilly, obviously girly. I didn't know why gravity was pulling me inside of it, and letting me buy huge strawberry shortcake, which was obviously home-made...
Anyway, the question is:
Who shall I give it to?
END. (of chapter)
A/N: A lame update. But please, gimme reviews.
DrScribblesDoodleyy xx