Good riddence (No Longer Updating)

Chapter 3

"Hey, I brewed the..." He stopped before he could finish, blushing deep red. He stared at me for a while. His gaze peirced through my heart. I think it stopped for a second. I didn't think his face was capable of turing that color. He put down the kettle he had been holding and walked toward me.

I stiffened, a little scared, but also flustered. He stopped in front of me, inches apart. His beautiful eyes made my stomach flip. He leaned forward towards my face, the action making me squeeze my eyes shut. Is he going to kiss me? I thought to myself. I wasn't sure why I though this, having just met the man. He stopped at my ear, and whispered.

"You might want to pull the shirt up a little bit." He pulled back, and smirked. Pulling the shirt towards my neck.

I blushed scarlet, looking at my feet. The shirt had been showing more than I thought. Ahriman then grabbed my face gently, lifting it up so I was looking at him. He smiled sweetly, opening his mouth to speak.

"Don't be so shy, we're friends now, right?"

I looked at him. Then looked away.

"Yeah." I muttered.

Ahriman looked at me, seemingly a little hurt. He then wandered back to the kitchen to pour me some tea. I on the other hand, went to the living room area, away from him. Am I mad at him? After taking the towel off my neck, I laid down on the couch, realizing how tired I was. I curled up a little bit, feeling a little more relaxed that way. I heard Ahriman in the kitchen, I guess he was making food now. I still didn't know what time it was, I had probably missed work. If Ahriman was right about the demon bloods, I never want to go back. At this moment in time though, I felt as if  had stopped. I felt different then I usually did. I always had people around me to keep me company, but they never made me feel like this. I started to feel heavy, but also as if I was floating. The distinct feel of sleep washed over my body, I let it take me with it. The last thing I heard was Ahriman setting down a cup of tea. Was it for me? I drifted off.

I woke up in the same place, though I was warmer. Ahriman had put a blanket on me. My tea was sat on the coffee table in front of me, the towel gone. He had even cleaned up my mess. I smiled a bit, sitting up. I reached for the tea, it was cold. How long did I sleep? I decided it would be a good way to repay Ahriman if I cleaned up after myself a little. I picked up the cup he had left out for me and drank the tea. It was of course, cold but, good nonetheless. I didnt want to waste something he made for me. I took the cup to the kitchen to wash it. There was a note on the counter next to my bag!

I hadn't even noticed it before now! I put my cup down and hurriedly opened the bag. Everything was where it should have been. I took my phone out, turning it on. The time read 5:56, the date January 17. It had only been one day, thank god. I had four missed calls and one text message. I already knew they were from work, I didn't have friends. I put my phone back in the bag, I wasn't in the mood to deal with work yet. To hell with it if I get fired. After I latched the bag closed, I reached for the note I noticed earlier. Ahriman must have wrote it for me, I hadn't seen him since I woke up. The note read,

Hey sleepy,
I went to get us some food, wait for me and I'll answer more questions. I made a little pudding earlier, we can have that for dessert.

Ahriman ;)

I smiled at the note. He's nicer than I thought. Even if he was the one who kidnapped me and brought me to a strange house. I folded the blanket he had given me, draping it over the couch. I searched the room a little, trying to find something to do while I waited. I spotted some books on a small shelf tucked in a corner. I excitedly walked to it. I thumbed through some of the books, trying to find one I'd like. I settled on a book titled, Lamp posts at midnight. I settled myself onto a couch and began to read. I was lost in the words almost instantly. The book was wonderful. Telling a tale of a wealthy CEO falling in love with a street boy. The title coming from what he'd tell the weathly man. If you ever want to find me, just follow the lamp posts at midnight. He'd always find him, like the boy promised. I finished the book in no time. I felt a little sad that it was so short. I guess Ahriman doesn't read much. I went back to the shelf to replace the book and get another. I began to search again when the door opened.

I felt a surge of excitement flow through my veins. He was back! I calmed myself down, turning towards him.

"Hey." I called to him smiling.

"Hey." He answered back, his eyes glittering a little.

I hurriedly walked towards him, the excitement obvious in my gait.

"Whatcha get?" I asked peering into the bag.

He smiled at me.

"Simple foods."

I nodded and followed him into the kitchen as if I was a puppy. He began unpacking everything. I gladly helped, he'd hand me thing and I'd put them where he instructed me to. I feel so, happy?"

I hugged Ahriman's back. What am I doing? I felt the odd compulsion to touch him. I wanted to feel his warmth, his solidness against my own. I wanted to smell him. Ahriman stiffened and turned around. I pulled myself from my thoughts and scuffled back. Did I really do that! Ahriman wore the biggest smile on his face.

"You hugged me?" He mused.

Is he making fun of me? Ahriman came closer to me, embracing my small body. I sunk into him. The feeling of his arms around me made my head feel foggy. My face heated up and I broke away. I sprinted through his kitchen, into his bathroom after traveling through his bedroom. I locked the door behind me. I sat on the toilet lid, bringing my knees to my chest. What just happened? My heart was beating like crazy. I felt bad for leaving Ahriman like that, I just felt...strange. My ears were on fire, my head still foggy. There was a knock at the door.

"Do you feel okay?" He asked me sympathetically through the door.

"Y..yea..." I managed to squeak out.

"Come out whenever you're ready, no pressure, if you don't feel well, you can take another shower."

I hugged my knees harder. I knew what I felt. I loved him.