Haruka walked through the long, white halls sluggishly. She let her feet drag on the ground and let out a yawn. She knew this hall like the back of her hand, since she had been walking up and down it for three years. She turned a corner and stopped in front of a big, white door, fancy golden curls drawn around it. It shown in the light of a large window that stretched all along one side of the other hallway, making it almost look like heaven's gate. But, sadly, the doors in the Jinguji household only lead to hell. And satan was on the other side.
Sighing, she pulled open the doors using the large, brass handles, feeling the weight of the door in her arms. She stepped inside. The room was also plain white, a large able stretching out in the nearly empty room. The table was oval shaped and draped in a golden table cloth. The chairs stationed around it were like thrones, made of yellow colored wood, carved into beautiful designs and a red, velvet cushion placed on it to sit on.
The ceiling was curved up, like in a ballroom. And, attached to the very top was a golden chandelier. It's polls were scattered around in an almost seemingly random and bizarre fashion, almost like the routs of a tree, pulled up by a storm. Along the edges of the polls were little lights, shaped like candles. And the glow they emanated almost seemed like fire light. At night the room would be lit up in a beautiful orange, but in the morning the window let streams of white light into the room, making it glow.
Haruka sat down in one of the many seats lining the hallway. The moment she got comfortable, the door she had come in through opened. Haruka turned her head to see the man who had entered.
He had long, beautiful blond hair and ocean blue eyes. His face was perfectly sculpted, making him look like a model. His lips were perfect, a beautiful red and in size. His skin was perfect, not a freckle or blemish to be seen on his creamy skin. He walked with his head held high, not paying an attention to her at all. She could sense the sexual aura he emanated, it rose off him like steam, filling the air with it's scent. He looked a bit like a lion with his long, blond hair that curled around his strongly fetched face. The way his body swung around after each step he took was hypnotic. She would have been enraptured by him if he wasn't the one who put her in the hell in which she had been forced into for years.
Ren Jinguji, her husband for the last three years. Haruka briefly wondered if he remembered their three year anniversary in a month, but knew he didn't. He never remembered before, so he would not now.
He walked over to the table and sat down on the opposite side of the table, not even bothering to look at her. He simply picked up a bell and shook it, letting it's luscious diamond sound ripple through the thick atmosphere that had collected the moment they were in the same room.
The doors on the other side of the room opened, letting the rich scent of luscious foods waft into the room. A tall man in his late sixties entered the room. He had short, white hair, on his head and under his nose, and muddy brown eyes. He had a white chef's hat in his right hand and a ladle in the left hand. He was dressed in a pure white cooking cloak, standing upright. Standing next to him way a younger boy, his son. He was in his early twenties, had short, black hair, and steel gray eyes, a big smile on his face, priding himself on his work like usual. He was dressed in a cook's uniform as well, except this one was a bit too big for him and had food stains dotting it.
They were followed by a line of other chefs who were carrying food on plates in. The older chef bowed politely at them, greeting them nicely before listing off the meal he and his staff had set up while they played to food in front of the two of them, his son following soon after, originally forgetting to bow as well. Eggs, bacon, pancakes-nothing special. The staff lifted the mettle half sphere, revealing the delectable food.
Her portion was small, the staff learning over time that she didn't eat a lot in the morning any more. Ren began to eat, not bothering to thank the staff for the food, like always. Haruka politely thanked them before slowly scooping the food into her mouth, forcing herself to eat the gourmet food.
"Haruka." Haruka jumped, hearing a deep rumbling voice call her name. She looked up, her golden eyes meeting with icy blue once. Ren was looking directly at her, his face serious and harsh. Haruka shrunk under his intense gaze, not sure how to react. They hadn't spoken a word in about a month, so to have him address her like that made her worry a bit. Would he hit her? She really didn't know enough about him to know if he would do that, but the thought that he might made her shiver, her shoulders tensed and her eyes looking away from his.
"Y-yes?" She shakily answered, not sure if he was waiting for her to answer or not, but wanting him to stop looking at her as soon as possible, wanting him to continue ignoring her again.
"I have a business associate coming over today at around noon, I want you to make yourself scarce." Ren said, going back to eating. Haruka felt like a rag doll, being forced to do things without any respect or kindness. But she didn't care anymore.
She had accepted her fate a long time ago. She would never be loved again and certainly would die old, bitter, and alone-whether or not Ren died before her. Perhaps her children would love her, since she would surely need to produce an heir.
Suddenly, Ren pushed back his chair. Startled, she looked up at him. He turned away from her and walked to the door, leaving.
"Don't forget." His finished, opening and closing the heaven's gate like door behind him. Haruka stared at the door even after he had left. Haruka looked down at her plate, seeing that most of the food was still there. She had just barely eaten anything, maybe just a few forkfuls of eggs. But after talking to Ren, she had lost all of her appetite. In fact, she wanted to hurl.
She slid the chair back, trying not to make a noise. She carefully walked out of the room, making sure that she was silent, as if she had done something wrong and was sneaking away.
"I wonder who is coming over. He's never cared about me being here when his business associates were here before." And with that, Haruka began her long and lonely walk of shame back to her room, making sure to drag her feet all the way.
Ha ha! I'm back with a second chapter of 'Do you love me?' and I'm loving what I'm writing! Sorry if I'm moving into the plot too quickly, but I really didn't know how else to set this up! Not to mention I was getting bored...and I'm sure I would have fallen into a state of depression if I kept writing this like the first chapter. And you would too :P. So here you go, like I promised one of my readers I got it up before the end of the weekend. I'll post the next chapter soon, don't know how soon, but I don't like to make you guys wait.
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