Chapter Four: Thoughts
Haru POV
I was right. We fucked. We fucked like there was no tomorrow. It felt so good, but at the same time it was one of the worst things I could have possibly done in a while. Here I was trying to prove a point to her about how infidelity affects me, and then we're back to square one. I honestly don't know what to do at this point.
When I came back from my shower, I saw Naomi still lying in bed, her body still glistening with the sweat from our previous activities. I walked over to the mirror proceeded to dry my hair with a hand towel.
"You know, if I didn't have any sense, I would have already made you mine." She said. I looked back at her and saw her reading a rather old-looking book. I paused.
"What do you mean?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She scoffed.
"Don't be an ass. You know very well what I mean. The only thing holding me back is that you have a gift that shouldn't go waste."
"Oh and let's not forget that I apparently have amazing tasting blood." I mumbled with a chuckle as I combed through my hair. She growled.
"I don't get what's with you lately. You're never happy, you don't want to spend time, and you always make it seem like that that only reason why I even want to have a relationship with you is because of your blood. You're completely irrational." She spat, sitting up in bed. I threw down the comb and looked at her dead in the eyes.
"Ok, let's be honest here. I'm fucking tired of your games. Every night, whether it be at the club or at home, you stroll in thinking that I'm going to be a little bitch at your ever beckoning call, and meanwhile I have to watch you fuck other men and women right in front of me! Oh I just think it's fantastic how considerate you are of me!"
"Haru, we've been through this already. I told you that what I do at and for work is strictly business. You've seemed to have gotten it twisted." she said softly, rubbing her head in frustration. At this point I wanted to just scream.
"Oh," I began, "then I guess that getting fucked by your Maker while you have a somewhat clueless boyfriend, lover or whatever the hell you wanted to call him, waiting at home for you is strictly business too, ne? I guess I'm not the only one getting things twisted," I threw on a pair of boxer briefs and got onto the bed. I turned off my lamp and drifted off to sleep; not even bothering to say goodnight. Oh well, she deserves it.
Naomi POV
I feel like such a whore now. I never realized how much I was with other people; how open and eager I was to having sex with countless partners, and the person I truly love I standing on the sidelines just taking all of this in. How shitty of me.
But what made me hurt more was the fact that I slept with Marcus, someone I completely knew over all those other countless people in a sea of sex partners and meals. Poor Haru. I wouldn't be surprised if he decided to leave me tomorrow.
The night after, we were stuck in the house together because of the terrible snow storm. I watched the snow from the window and was mesmerized by how the white flurries pelted the ground, covering it in mounds and mounds of stones. Suddenly, I got a marvelous idea. I hopped up from the window seat and ran upstairs to the atrium, where Haru was doing his homework. I slowly approached him and sat across from him on the window seat. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, giving me the cold shoulder. I gave a small smile and then cleared my throat.
"You know," I began awkwardly and nervously, "it's rather pretty out." I said, hoping he caught my drift.
"Naomi, we're not going to play in the snow right now," he responded harshly. I sulked.
"Haru, I just wanted to suggest it because it'd be a fun way for us to get out of the house, and there wouldn't be any sex involved." I chimed. He sighed.
"I'm doing my homework." Ugh, this really won't do. I stood up from my seat, I snatched the books out of his hands and dragged him down the stairs and threw his coat and shoes to him. I put on my coat, boots and cloves and stood by the door. Haru didn't even budge.
"So are you gonna put your shit on, or are you gonna just sit there and fantasize about doing your psych homework all night?" I asked. He shook his head angrily, and like a child throwing a tantrum, he threw on his coat and shoes and busted out of the door. I gave a small laugh and smile and waltzed out of the door after him.
Haru continued to march down the street, not even bothering to wait for me. Seems like he's forgotten about my inhumane speed.
I sped up to meet him, and he rolled his eyes.
"Hey, how's it going?" I joked. He huffed and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Can't you see that I just want to take a peaceful walk alone?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Well, I saw you alone, and it's dark, cold and snowing, so I figured that I would accompany you." I said. He looked at me and huffed angrily again, but then he stopped himself to think for a minute. His stare went from cold and angry to loving and sympathetic. He took his hand in mine and continued on to lead me somewhere.
"Let's walk to Starbucks; I kinda want coffee and pound cake." He chimed with a smile.
"I remember when you first got me to try pound cake. I wasn't a fan, but I'll probably get a caramel frap and call it a night."
(At Starbucks…)
As we were sitting in front of the window, sipping our drinks and he was eating his beloved pound cake, we were chatting about life (no pun intended).
"So, December's here in a couple of days, and I was wondering what you were planning to do for Christmas." I asked as I watched the snow a bit. He stretched.
"I kinda want to go back to Japan to see my family. I miss them. My mother called yesterday, and she asked me to come visit with my 'significant other', and I told her that I would have to speak to you first." He said while sipping his coffee. I looked down at the table to think. I mean, it was a nice gesture that his mother and family want to meet me, but the whole situation would be a little…awkward in the long run.
"Well, I think it's a nice thing, but I kinda wanted to spend Christmas just with you… you know, just the two of us." Haru gave me a look of disbelief.
"Naomi, just say it. You think it'd be awkward that I'd be bringing home a vampire to my family, right?" Damn, he's good. I looked at him dead in the eye and moved my face closer to his.
"Dammit, how do you know exactly what I'm thinking, and you can't even read the minds of vampires?" I whispered. He smiled coyly.
"You're an open book. I know too much about you." He whispered back, giving me a small peck on the cheek. I smiled back.
"You know, I always wondered how you read minds. Hmm, why don't we play a little game? I'll pick someone here, and you'll read their minds and tell me what they are saying." I said. He nodded in agreement. I scanned the room for a feasible first target, and when I found the perfect person I tapped his shoulder. "There," I began, "that middle-aged woman by the newspaper rack." He looked at the woman and cunningly walked over to the newspaper rack to "read" a paper. As he stood near the rack, I noticed how concentrated he was to get into her thoughts. His dilated pupils were hidden by the pages of the paper, and his eyes were filled with interest. When he was done getting all the information he needed he came back to the table, paper in hand of course, and sat back down.
"Well, Sherlock, what did you find out?" I joked. He reclined back for a second and then brought his face closer to mine again.
"She was worrying about her nineteen-year-old daughter who apparently keeps coming home with bite marks. Does Mara ring a bell?" He whispered. I paused for a few, looked back at the woman, and then pitifully looked down at the table.
"Oh fuck, Mara is one of my regulars. Dammit, her blood was pretty good, and she was friggin sexy too. Ok, I don't wanna hear more about that lady. Umm; how about that fine, male server behind the counter?" Haru sucked his teeth.
"I read his mind when we ordered; when he handed me my change." He looked at the man angrily, but then looked back at me.
"Well, what was he thinking? Is it good? Bad?" He was hesitant to respond, but then he just sighed and went on with it.
"He wanted to bang the living daylights out and have you bite him while he does so." He grumbled. Aw, Haru's jealous! How sweet! I looked at the attendant and fantasized about his thoughts. It sounds nice, but I'll pass.
Haru noticed me blanking out and he cleared his throat.
"Hey, let's get out of here." I stated, startled. He nodded and threw our trash out on the way outside. As we were making our way back to the house, he seemed as if he wanted to stop to say something, but he stopped himself from doing so. Each time I would stop as well, but resumed our walk when he did. Finally, after eight times of stopping, and he wanted to stop and go a ninth time, I stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Is there anything you have to say?" He gulped.
"You never answered if you would come to Japan with me." I rubbed my face in aggravation but stopped myself from getting angry. I looked back at him and then grinned.
"Well, if it will make you happy," I started, "then yes, I'll go with you to Japan." He gave me the largest smile I've ever seen, and he pulled me into fiery, passionate kiss. Damn, he really is happy, and I want him to stay that way.