16 Plan in Place 5.2
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I opening the fridge I notice she barley had any groceries. How the hell did she survive on water, eggs, and apples. I run my hand through my hair thinking. I know she needs to eat eggs are fine but after she got sick, she would need more. I would change that cold attitude of hers at all costs necessary. I grab my jacket pulling out my phone to search for the nearest store. It brings up a small convenience store about ten blocks away.
I look back one more time toward the room. If she's anything like this morning, it will be a while but since she is just warming up and washing off might be faster. I frown wish I had bike now. I leave locking the door behind me. Sadly, security on this place sucks if I was able to get in so easily. Before I head out, I look over that the blacked-out duplex. I noticed it last time. Did anyone live there? I look back at Jenny's door, I need to hurry. I sprint down the road, checking the GPS to make sure I was going the right direction. I can't help thinking of how convenient it is that she had a little gas station where she could buy basic groceries was ironic. When I stop in front of the store, I realize it probably wasn't irony that's probably why she lives in that duplex. I walk in to quickly gather a few things to rush back to her house.
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The shower had felt nice. Going to relax on the couch I run the towel through my hair drying it. Sitting down I flip on the television to fill the silence. Tonight, would be restless again.
"Don't leave that towel there, put it in the hamper when you're done. I freeze in shock. Turning my head slightly over my shoulder, I look into the kitchen. Maliki was standing behind the stove smell of cinnamon in the air. I feel stomach growl; it must have been loud as Maliki looks up a smirk on his face.
I blush, "Sor" I start to apologize. "Wait what are you doing in my kitchen?" I suddenly raise my voice, when it hits me, he has helped himself to my stuff yet again.
He ignores my shriek, turning behind him to the top cabinet against the wall near the sink and opens it.
I watch as he grabs plates from middle shelf. Turns back to the island stove. I watch from across the room. His hand grabs the spatula and scoops up something and lays them on the plate. Then grabs a second plate and does the same. I watch as he grabs stuff on lower half the counter that I can't see and begins pouring it on. He smiles over at me as I watch him wide eyes practically hanging over the back of the couch. He puts down everything, his hand reaches over to the stove and I hear the click of the burner heat adjuster clicking off. He reaches back over then walks around the counter. Standing sexily in front of me he extends one of his arms.
"Hungry" his voice was like icing on a cake at this moment. Was I still drunk or just desperate for food? I lick my lips looking at the French toast with powdered sugar, syrup, and strawberries, then look back at him I know I shouldn't I'd be breaking my diet. I nod anyway and accept the meal he was offering me.
"Thank you," I whisper. I can't cook for damn so I haven't had a home cooked meal in a long time not since I was taken from my parents as a young girl of ten. I hadn't seen them sense. So, this sentiment even though he doesn't know it really touches me. Food always just appeared for us in that hell, but it was different when made by someone who cares. I fight back sniffles and take the first bit. It was heaven the sweetness from the powdered sugar and syrup are balanced with the sweet but acidic strawberries. There was also the hint of something else other than cinnamon I take another bit; it was tangy like... I nibble at my fork trying to place it when my eyes go wide. Orange but how there is no orange on the plate. I turn to Maliki ready to ask in surprise when I see his amused smile on his face, he had been watching me this entire time.
I frown "do you really need to watch me eat it?" I put my fork down.
He still smirks amused, "Do you like the surprise?" He looks at me knowingly.
I nod feeling like a kid, "How did you get it to taste like oranges?" I ask though it's not like I will be able to cook it or understand it.
"I got few oranges and other things at the convenience store close by. I juiced the oranges and graded the skin for a zest. I put the juice into the egg wash mix. Honestly; I hadn't tried before, but I thought it might taste good so I went for it." I listen to him talk my eyes on his perfectly soft bow shaped mouth. He had a bit of powdered sugar on the corner. I reach out and rub my thumb across it, I lick the powdered sugar of my finger. I see Maliki's eyes wide as he stares at me surprised that's when it hits me what I had actually just done and I want to go hide, but I can't.
I stumble for any subject desperate to change the subject.
"Tell me more about you about the G.O.D.." I fail I dug a bigger hole asking about him. I bite my lip hard wishing I wasn't a complete idiot.
"You want to know me?" His expression serious.
I nod "It help if you're going to be hanging around." I try to sound nonchalant but I was curious. I cut off a piece and took another bite. I glance sideways at him. He sets his plate down on the coffee table and leans back stretching his arm across the couch his fingers barley touching my hair and he plays with it. I remember the sensation as he held me hands in hair as he kissed me, also how he held it back softly for me as well as patting my head. I reach up touching it subconsciously.
"So, what do you want to know little typhoon." The way that rolls off his tongue sounds so good at the moment not like an insult.
Taken by surprise to his question I stumble for one as I hadn't planned anything when word vomit came up saying I wanted to know more about him. "Tell me about your work, is that how you were able to get into my house?"
His amused smile frowns, "you want to know about my job." His eye brow arches up briefly.
I nod, not daring to use my tongue any more.
His eyes cloud over, his hand touching my hair is moved, leans forward. "I'm a mercenary. A hired gun. Are you sure you want to hear about that?" I became serious. I nod.
"Do you have a code name like a secret agent?" I ask, but feeling stupid for my wording.
His amused smile comes back as he chuckles a little, "Yeah we all have code names for our missions."
"Well," I ask losing patience wanting to know his, it had to be pretty awesome with his cool demeanor.
"It's Zenchō." I look at him questioningly.
"Zenchō. What's that mean?"
I opening the fridge I notice she barley had any groceries. How the hell did she survive on water, eggs, and apples. I run my hand through my hair thinking. I know she needs to eat eggs are fine but after she got sick, she would need more. I would change that cold attitude of hers at all costs necessary. I grab my jacket pulling out my phone to search for the nearest store. It brings up a small convenience store about ten blocks away.
I look back one more time toward the room. If she's anything like this morning, it will be a while but since she is just warming up and washing off might be faster. I frown wish I had bike now. I leave locking the door behind me. Sadly, security on this place sucks if I was able to get in so easily. Before I head out, I look over that the blacked-out duplex. I noticed it last time. Did anyone live there? I look back at Jenny's door, I need to hurry. I sprint down the road, checking the GPS to make sure I was going the right direction. I can't help thinking of how convenient it is that she had a little gas station where she could buy basic groceries was ironic. When I stop in front of the store, I realize it probably wasn't irony that's probably why she lives in that duplex. I walk in to quickly gather a few things to rush back to her house.
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The shower had felt nice. Going to relax on the couch I run the towel through my hair drying it. Sitting down I flip on the television to fill the silence. Tonight, would be restless again.
"Don't leave that towel there, put it in the hamper when you're done. I freeze in shock. Turning my head slightly over my shoulder, I look into the kitchen. Maliki was standing behind the stove smell of cinnamon in the air. I feel stomach growl; it must have been loud as Maliki looks up a smirk on his face.
I blush, "Sor" I start to apologize. "Wait what are you doing in my kitchen?" I suddenly raise my voice, when it hits me, he has helped himself to my stuff yet again.
He ignores my shriek, turning behind him to the top cabinet against the wall near the sink and opens it.
I watch as he grabs plates from middle shelf. Turns back to the island stove. I watch from across the room. His hand grabs the spatula and scoops up something and lays them on the plate. Then grabs a second plate and does the same. I watch as he grabs stuff on lower half the counter that I can't see and begins pouring it on. He smiles over at me as I watch him wide eyes practically hanging over the back of the couch. He puts down everything, his hand reaches over to the stove and I hear the click of the burner heat adjuster clicking off. He reaches back over then walks around the counter. Standing sexily in front of me he extends one of his arms.
"Hungry" his voice was like icing on a cake at this moment. Was I still drunk or just desperate for food? I lick my lips looking at the French toast with powdered sugar, syrup, and strawberries, then look back at him I know I shouldn't I'd be breaking my diet. I nod anyway and accept the meal he was offering me.
"Thank you," I whisper. I can't cook for damn so I haven't had a home cooked meal in a long time not since I was taken from my parents as a young girl of ten. I hadn't seen them sense. So, this sentiment even though he doesn't know it really touches me. Food always just appeared for us in that hell, but it was different when made by someone who cares. I fight back sniffles and take the first bit. It was heaven the sweetness from the powdered sugar and syrup are balanced with the sweet but acidic strawberries. There was also the hint of something else other than cinnamon I take another bit; it was tangy like... I nibble at my fork trying to place it when my eyes go wide. Orange but how there is no orange on the plate. I turn to Maliki ready to ask in surprise when I see his amused smile on his face, he had been watching me this entire time.
I frown "do you really need to watch me eat it?" I put my fork down.
He still smirks amused, "Do you like the surprise?" He looks at me knowingly.
I nod feeling like a kid, "How did you get it to taste like oranges?" I ask though it's not like I will be able to cook it or understand it.
"I got few oranges and other things at the convenience store close by. I juiced the oranges and graded the skin for a zest. I put the juice into the egg wash mix. Honestly; I hadn't tried before, but I thought it might taste good so I went for it." I listen to him talk my eyes on his perfectly soft bow shaped mouth. He had a bit of powdered sugar on the corner. I reach out and rub my thumb across it, I lick the powdered sugar of my finger. I see Maliki's eyes wide as he stares at me surprised that's when it hits me what I had actually just done and I want to go hide, but I can't.
I stumble for any subject desperate to change the subject.
"Tell me more about you about the G.O.D.." I fail I dug a bigger hole asking about him. I bite my lip hard wishing I wasn't a complete idiot.
"You want to know me?" His expression serious.
I nod "It help if you're going to be hanging around." I try to sound nonchalant but I was curious. I cut off a piece and took another bite. I glance sideways at him. He sets his plate down on the coffee table and leans back stretching his arm across the couch his fingers barley touching my hair and he plays with it. I remember the sensation as he held me hands in hair as he kissed me, also how he held it back softly for me as well as patting my head. I reach up touching it subconsciously.
"So, what do you want to know little typhoon." The way that rolls off his tongue sounds so good at the moment not like an insult.
Taken by surprise to his question I stumble for one as I hadn't planned anything when word vomit came up saying I wanted to know more about him. "Tell me about your work, is that how you were able to get into my house?"
His amused smile frowns, "you want to know about my job." His eye brow arches up briefly.
I nod, not daring to use my tongue any more.
His eyes cloud over, his hand touching my hair is moved, leans forward. "I'm a mercenary. A hired gun. Are you sure you want to hear about that?" I became serious. I nod.
"Do you have a code name like a secret agent?" I ask, but feeling stupid for my wording.
His amused smile comes back as he chuckles a little, "Yeah we all have code names for our missions."
"Well," I ask losing patience wanting to know his, it had to be pretty awesome with his cool demeanor.
"It's Zenchō." I look at him questioningly.
"Zenchō. What's that mean?"
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