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Call of Mr. Noodlesoup

"Zico? Why the hell .. "
The guy followed me! No shit.
“Ah, are you hungry? I will drive to the city.." " Yes, you make lasagna again today?"
"If you want me to." I smiled at him and leaned against his chest.
"Im coming home quickly." "I hope so. Im hungry."
He kissed me on the forehead and walked out of the kitchen.
I grabbed Annies car keys and left a message for her.
Shortly after, I went to downtown and parked on a side street.
Today was warmer than usual. A light breeze was passing through Tokyo and me.
Lets see .. what I need today ..
In this part of the city there were many opportunities to shop.
We had 3 large supermarkets, flea markets and many other stores in one place.

I wanted to come home very fast so it pulled me to one of the markets next to a playground of 3 minutes away from me.
When I got there I saw many stalls selling food and mixed with trinkets.
"THREE MELONS FOR THE PRICE OF 2! TODAY, MAYBE TOMORROW ALSO!"
They shouted over the whole market.
I went to a vegetable and grain prior where you were able buy a lot of noodles.
"Excuse me, do have pasta plates?" "Pasta plates? .."
Do Japanese actually cook lasagna someday.........
I narrowed my eyes and said "Its okay, Ill take a bag of the colorful pasta .."
It will probably be no lasagna today, sorry Jackson.
I paid and went to two other booths of vegetables for a dip to buy.
The time flew by and I realized that I had already spent nearly 1 hour there.
I quickly grabbed my bags and ran to the car. Once I was there I putted the bags on the snow to

look for the key.
"Every fucking time. I hate keys .. got it!" I putted it into the keyhole and opened the right side door to stow the bags. When I was done I slammed the door and leaned briefly with my back to the car.
My heart was pounding again. What was wrong with me?
A few months ago I had this once before. I needed to constantly lay down. This time I could stand and I wasnt that bad.
I breathed in and out. The cold air shot through my lungs and my throat.
Everything was so different in Korea, China, America .. but no matter where I was .. Tokyo gave me the feeling of being home. Although people usually looked at me surprised because of my western appearance it was a great place.
In submerged thoughts I just looked straight ahead and bobbed my head back and forth.
When suddenly my cell phone rang.
I took the call and didnt say a word.
"..."
"..."
"... Irina?"
The voice from before. My daydream broke and I was wide awake.
"Eh .. yes, Im sorry. Whos there? "
"..."
Not again. This time I hung up.
"So, for real, youre a stalker or something? Sasuke .. "
I turned back to the car and opened the door from the drivers seat.
I sat down and pushed my head against the seat.
"Today is just not my day.."
I stucked the key and turned it. Nothing happened.
I tried it over and over again. But nothing happened. Was it a stupid prank?
My lips were dry and I waited for a moment.
Maybe Laura can pick me up. I grabbed my phone to call my one and only girlfriend. When I started to text her it suddenly rang again.
*Stranger Calls*
He just couldnt let me be.
I took the call again.
"Listen .. I dont know who or what you are and what you want but-"
"I want to see you again Irina."
"A-again? .. anyway how do you know my name? .."
I began to tremble. That wasnt cool and a very bad joke.
"Have you already forgotten it?"
"What .."
"Youve actually forgot."
"WHAT?"
He hung up. Oh my God.
I pressed my hand against the steering wheel and got really mad. How I hated those people who allow themselves to do something like this.
I turned the key four or five times. Still no sign of life.
I stared at my phone. He called again.
"..."
"Ill call the police." I threatened with a trembling voice. I couldnt take myself seriously.
"Haha .." He laughed. "W-What exactly do you want from me?!"
"I want you, Princess."
"Princess ?!"
He hung up.