Thank you to Debora Diskey for the rapist idea :D
And sorry for a little bit of a delay…had a hell of a time getting connected to the internet at home. I'd have to say that with this chapter this will be about half way done. I think I've got the rest of it planned out in my head now as to the sequence of events to happen to these two lovely people.
Teacher's Pet
Chapter 10
I pulled into a parking spot and looked up at the tall building in front of me. "Apartment 43…" My eyes looked up and counted the number of floors to the building. I hated heights…I took a deep breath and stepped from my car and straightened out my jacket. I can't believe I'm actually doing this…I held the flowers in my hand as I went up to the front door. "43…43…43…there it is." I pressed the buzzer next to Michiru's name and waited for a response.
"Hello?"
I smiled when I heard her voice on the intercom. "Gonna let me in or make me stand out here all night?"
"Haruka?"
I chuckled and pressed the button in again to speak. "No, the boogeyman…yes Haruka."
'The boogeyman…the fucking boogeyman Haruka. There you go, make it sound like you're five years old all over again.' I rubbed my forehead before opening the door when I heard a buzz followed by a click. I was actually doing this. I was on a date…and with my own son's teacher none-the-less. I slowly stepped into the elevator. Yet another thing I hate. Ever since the incident I found that I hated small spaces, or any other type of confinement.
When it reached the fourth floor I walked down the hallway and gently knocked on the door with a golden number '43' nailed to the front of it. I wiped my hand on the seat of my pants just before the door opened. She was absolutely gorgeous, I slowly allowed my eyes to travel down the front of her body. Her hair was perfectly done, not a wave out of place. I must admit it was much better than seeing her with a ponytail all the time when I took Rune to school. She wore a long dark blue dress that hugged all of her curves. My mouth parted, but I couldn't put the words together to speak.
"Those are beautiful…" Her voice pulled me out of my daze and I looked into her eyes. "Come on in boogeyman." She giggled and turned to walk into her apartment. I quickly followed suit.
There wasn't much to it, just a one bedroom apartment. There were a few photos scattered over the walls. The sofa was a deep crimson color, elegant yet simple. I turned my head to the entertainment stand where there were a few figurines sitting on top, as well as a small trophy toward the back. "You look beautiful Michiru." I quickly turned my attention back to my host. I didn't want to seem rude for appearing more interested in the decorations then I was in her.
"And might I add that you look very handsome. Make yourself at home, supper is almost finished." I found myself leaning slightly to watch her hips sway as she walked into the adjoining room.
Again I looked at the figurines on top of the entertainment center, this time I moved closer to them though with the intention of finding out what that trophy was for. Carefully I picked it up and wiped away a little of the dust that covered the inscription.
'10th Grade Art Show 1st Place Michiru Kaiou'
I smiled at it, then looked around the room again, noting that there were no art supplies to be scene. I shrugged it off and put it back on the shelf.
"Dinner's ready."
I jumped, causing my arm to bump into a small figure of a mermaid, knocking it to the floor. "I'm so sorry!" I knelt down to start picking up the pieces of the now broken statue.
"It's alright…"
No it wasn't. I could hear the hurt in her voice. "I'm sure I can fix it." I looked at her again, she looked as if she were about to cry.
"No, it's fine…really." She forced a smile and set the broken ceramic on the shelf. "Come on or dinner will get cold." She gently took my hand in hers and led me into the kitchen.
I was shocked at the amount of time this woman had put into preparing dinner for us both. I looked at the table which she had covered in a black tablecloth, on opposite sides of it there sat two plates as well as two glasses of wine. As I got closer I saw, what looked like, chicken on the plates, with rice as the secondary. I hope it tastes as good as it looks.
"How did you know that I love chicken?" I took my seat and watched her take hers. I watched a soft blush cover her cheeks.
"Good guess I suppose…plus Rune absolutely adores it. So I figured like son like mother than."
"He adores anything you put in front of him that he can put in his mouth." This caused her to chuckle. I looked down at my plate, part of me was trying to impress her somehow. I just wasn't sure of how to impress her without making a complete fool of myself in the process.
"Please tell me you like it…" There was hope in her eyes as she watched me take my first bite.
"It's delicious." I actually wasn't lying. Not only was she beautiful but she can cook.
"Don't lie to me." She took a bite from her own plate, never taking her eyes off of me.
"I'm not lying!" I quickly came to my own defense. "Trust me, I would tell you otherwise if I didn't." OK, maybe I wouldn't, but it was very good.
She smiled at me. "I was afraid you wouldn't show up…"
"Why?"
"All of the other times I've made arrangements like this, they never showed up, or called me an hour later with some excuse as to why they weren't here." She looked down at her plate.
"Well they don't know what they're missing then do they?" I watched a smile play on her face. "That's better, you're much more beautiful when you smile…and blush." I moved my leg as she tried to kick me under the table.
"Be nice to me, this is my place after all, I could kick you out of here."
"Would you though?"
She sighed. "No…"
We both jumped when there was a knock on the front door. I frowned and looked at her. "Who's that?"
She placed her napkin on top of the table and stood up, the look on her face said that she was just as confused as I was. "I'm sorry about this…hold on a minute." She walked up to the front door and looked through the spy hole, then frowned. "It's only my cousin." I turned in my chair to watch her open the door. "What do you want Mamoru?" My ears perked up when I heard that name. No, it's not possible…is it? I leaned a little further in my seat to look at the tall black-haired man blocking my now sought after escape route.
"I just need a place to crash…my girlfriend kicked me out again...wait, was I interrupting anything." He looked over Michiru's shoulder and the minute our eyes met I covered my mouth.
I was not expecting the urge to vomit to come that quickly. It overtook my body faster than all the flashing images of his face hovering over my naked, vulnerable body. I shuttered as I stood and ran toward the bathroom. I'm lucky that I saw it before we sat down to eat. I soon slammed the door behind me before the reflex took over.
I could hear him laughing out in the living room. "I never knew your cooking was that bad Michi. But to kill him? Damn that's a first."
My mind blocked out the next few sentences until there was a knock on the door, followed by a friendly voice. "Haruka, are you alright?"
I put my feet up against the door to keep her from opening the door. "I…I just need a minute."
"What happened?" I could feel her start pushing on the door, attempting to get it open.
"I said I'm fine Michiru…I just…I think I need to go." I wiped off my mouth and opened the door. I couldn't look at the woman standing on the other side of it.
"Wait."
I froze when she touched my hand. "Please don't touch me Michiru." I jerked my hand away from her, a type of coldness came over me that I had never experienced before.
"What did I do?"
"Him…You're related to him." My tone was cold and stern as I moved toward the door. "I have to go." I watched the expression on her face change from sadness to pure shock. "Yea…the man that was dead to me…remember me telling you about that?" Again she grabbed my hand, this time tighter then before.
"Please stay Ruka. I don't want you to hurt yourself again. I had no way of knowing that he did that to you. Please don't go." She pleaded with me. With each word she spoke the cold melted away. She did really care.
"I just need to be alone right now, please. Thank you for a wonderful meal." On the way out I grabbed the pieces of the statue. "I'll throw this in the dumpster on my way out. Thank you again for dinner, I'll see you on Monday." I gave her a brief kiss on the cheek before leaving the apartment.
Again, if you made it this far, review:D Thanks again to Debora Diskey for the idea of Mamoru