Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Shadows ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9

 

Sunlight flooding the room, Satsuki sits up in bed. Though no dreams plague her sleep, she tossed and turned all night. Pushing the covers back, Satsuki gets out of bed. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she walks over to her closet and pulls out some clothes.

 

I might as well get ready, even if I don't have to meet the girls till lunch.

 

Walking over to her dresser, she opens a drawer and pulls out a clean pair of underwear and a bra. Opening her bedroom door, she walks out into the living room. Walking through the living room, she heads of the bathroom and a shower.

 

*****

 

Hearing the shower running, Cale thinks about walking into the bathroom on her. Smiling, he instead heads into the living room. Placing the bags on the couch, he decides to look at her bedroom.

 

Opening the door to her room, he steps inside and looks at her bed. Noticing the rumpled sheets, he smiles.

 

I don't even have to disturb her dreams now. She does it all on her own.

 

Hearing the sound of the water turning off, Cale fades from the room.

 

*****

 

Towel in hand, Satsuki steps out of the bathroom. Walking through the room, she stops as she notices her shopping bags on the couch. Staring at the bags, she remembers where she left them last.

 

Cale. When he grabbed me, I dropped them. Oh my god! Was he here? They weren't there when I went into the bathroom.

 

Shaking, she heads for her bedroom. Toweling her hair, Satsuki picks up her brush. Pulling the brush through her hair, she leaves the bedroom and looks around the apartment. Finding that she is, in fact, alone, she begins to calm down.

 

Ring. Stopping, Satsuki looks at her phone. Afraid to answer it, she lets the answering machine pick up.

 

“Hey, Satsuki? You there?”

 

Rushing over to the phone, she stops the answering machine and picks up the phone.

 

“Hey, Emiko. Sorry, I was in the shower.”

 

“Not a problem. I was just calling to see what time we were meeting Matsuko for lunch.”

 

“Umm, does noon sound good?”

 

“Sure. I'll give her a call to let her know. Oh, where are we eating? Do you want to do the mall?”

 

“Umm, no mall,” says Satsuki, shaking her head. He might be there.

 

“Ok, where then?”

 

“Didn't a new place open up on Main Street?”

 

“Yeah. Want to try that?”

 

“Sure. I'll meet you there at noon.”

 

“Ok. See ya then.”

 

“Bye,” says Satsuki and then hangs up the phone.

 

Stepping away from the phone, she turns back when she hears it ring. Thinking it's Emiko again, Satsuki picks up the phone.

 

“Hello?”

 

“You forgot your bags at the mall yesterday. I dropped them off for you while you were in the shower. Did you find them?”

 

Almost forgetting to breathe, Satsuki can only listen to the sound of his voice. Shaking herself out of it, she slams the phone down on the cradle.

 

“Fuck you, Cale,” whispers Satsuki, backing away from the phone. “I won't let you do this to me.”

 

Rushing into her room, Satsuki grabs a pair of sandals. Slipping them on, she half runs to her front door. Grabbing her keys from the table near the door, she slams the door shut behind her and locks the door.

 

*****

 

Looking at the clock on her dash, Satsuki realizes that it's almost noon. Turning onto Main Street, she quickly finds the restaurant and pulls into a parking space in front. Slipping out of her car, she heads for the door. Resting her hand on the door, she opens it and steps into the restaurant. Bombard by noises, she smiles.

 

This is what I need. Distraction.

 

“Satsuki!”

 

Hearing her name, she turns and sees that Emiko and Matsuko are already there. Waving, she moves to join them at their booth. Sliding in next to Emiko, Satsuki places her hands on top of the table.

 

“Hey, guys. Have you been here long?”

 

“No,” replies Matsuko. “We just got here.”

Nodding her head, Satsuki grabs one of the menus. “Anything look good?”

 

“There's a rice dish that I saw,” replies Emiko, gazing down at her menu.

 

Nodding her head, Satsuki looks over the menu and decides sushi dish. Waiting for the waitress to show up, she looks around the room. Not seeing anyone she knows, she turns her attention back to the table.

 

“How are classes going, Matsuko?” asks Satsuki.

 

“Ok, though I will be glad when this semester is done. I have a lot of hard classes,” replies Matsuki, setting down her menu.

 

Sensing a presence, Satsuki looks up and sees that their waitress as arrived.

 

“Do you know what you would like?” asks the waitress.

 

Nodding their heads, the girls proceed to order their lunch. Writing everything down, the waitress takes the menus and leaves the table to place their orders.

 

“Have you spoken with your brother recently, Satsuki?” asks Matsuko.

 

“Yeah, I saw him yesterday,” replies Satsuki, glancing around the room again.

 

“He's so cute,” says Matsuko, with a giggle.

 

“I wouldn't know,” replies Satsuki, shaking her head and smiling.

 

“Oh, don't bring up men with Satsuki, Matsuko,” says Emiko, winking.

 

“What do you mean?” asks Matsuko, glancing between Emiko and Satsuki.

 

“Well, let's just say, Satsuki's experience with men is…nothing,” says Emiko, laughing. “She's never even been kissed.”

 

“I have too,” replies Satsuki, feeling a blush steal across her face.

 

“Kazuo doesn't count,” returns Emiko, laughing harder.

 

“Who's Kazuo?” asks Matsuko, glancing between Emiko and Satsuki.

 

“A guy we knew in high school,” replies Satsuki, blushing harder.

 

“And why doesn't he count?” asks Matsuko.

 

“Well, let's just say, he's not interested in people who wear skirts,” says Emiko, winking.

 

“He's gay?” asks Matsuko, raising a brow.

 

“Yup and I don't mean happy,” chirps Emiko. Glancing over at Satsuki, she laughs again. “Our dear Satsuki is a 19-year-old virgin.”

 

“Geez, can you say that a little louder?” asks Satsuki, covering her face. Dropping her hands, she glares at her best friend. “And, I might ask, what's wrong with being…that anyway?”

 

Saying nothing, Emiko just laughs.

 

*****

 

Sitting in the booth across from them, two men pretend to show no interest in the conversation that the girls are having. On outward appearance, they look like two normal Japanese men, except when Dais is around, nothing is ever “normal”.

 

Cale glances at Satsuki out of the corner of his eye. Smiling, he leans back into the booth. Dais stares down into his tea, then looks up.

 

“And why was I needed for this?” asks Dais, raising a brow.

 

“Well, I couldn't sit here as my normal self,” replies Cale.

 

“True,” replies Dais, nodding. “Are we done?”

 

“Oh yes,” replies Cale, grinning.

 

Standing up, the two men leave the restaurant.