Tear Me Apart [18+] ENGLISH VERSION

Chapter 4: Up in Hell

Kakashi spent the day in a café near the airport. He sat at a shady table in front of the glass front, drank one coffee after another and tried a few of the sweet pastries, although he preferred salty food. His taste had not changed, so he seemed to still tolerate normal food. However, he noticed that he did not feel the need to urinate despite drinking gallons of coffee. He assumed that his new body metabolized nothing but human blood.

As he sat there, sipping a sugared macchiato and ordering a piece of caramel cake from the somewhat pretty waitress, he watched the people on the street. He sensed the pulse of each one, and tried to identify the scent of their blood. Each of them was unique, some smelled pleasant, others disgusting. Kakashi noticed that their scent matched their appearance. He looked at his hand. What flavor was his blood? The next time he was at the Cortez, he should ask Elizabeth. Just out of curiosity.

„Here you go," said the waitress, placing a small plate with the cake on the round table.

„Thank you very much," Kakashi replied with a smile. He couldn't help but notice the pink blush that had spread across her cheeks, and even more so her rapid pulse – with a hint of peanuts. He grinned to himself. „I'd like to pay too," he added, as the woman was still standing there staring at him.

„Uh, y-yes," she said, ripping herself away from her obvious admiration for Kakashi and pulling out a device that looked like a larger and more modern Blackberry, on which she tapped around briefly. „Two cappuccinos, three latte macchiatos and one each of waffle with cream, strawberry cheesecake, vanilla pudding and caramel tart – that's $87."

„Wow," Kakashi replied, but without further comment he took out his private credit card and held it up to the device.

„I have to say, you look very fit for so much sugar," said the waitress, meeting Kakashi's gaze and her cheeks grew even darker. „Uh.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. Well.."

„It's okay. It was a compliment, thank you," said Kakashi gently.

She stared at him again and stuttered softly, „M-might you be interested in going for a coffee with me sometime?"

Kakashi's eyebrows lifted. „That sounds tempting, but unfortunately I still have a flight today, I'm sorry."

„Oh," she exclaimed, tossing her mouse-brown hair around. „Yes, I understand. I hope you have a pleasant day and a smooth flight."

„Thank you," Kakashi smiled. He watched her disappear into the café. Seduction was bloody easy. If he wanted, he could take her. But he didn't want to. She wasn't unique enough. He wanted to make his first time special, but he mustn't be greedy. He had to be careful, otherwise he wouldn't be able to enjoy his new life for long. It required a certain strategy. He wasn't just sitting here to explore his powers and kill the hours until evening, he needed an alibi. A few buildings away was a cheap motel where he had rented a room for the night. But he didn't plan to spend more time there than necessary. It was rancid and the bed had been declared too hard after a short test wiggle. He wasn't thinking about sleep anyway. There was a strip club and a nightclub nearby, and if anyone were to investigate, they would be able to put two and two together. The fact that he had lied to Naruto about spending another night at the Cortez also fit perfectly into his plan. His direct colleagues knew that Kakashi liked to party hard when he was off work, and so it was not unusual for him to check into other hotels at his own expense. At the latest, it would be noticed when the Cortez settled the bill, and everyone in the company would think: 'Oh, it's Kakashi again, looking for fun somewhere else and thinking we don't know about it.' How stupid they were. But it could only be to his advantage that they underestimated him. That way, his true intentions would never come to light.