I am your angel, if you are my demon

ch-4.1: An offer I can't refuse and blues at dinner

Mikoto’s P.O.V.

Shortly after Ann fell asleep I continued to puff on the cigarette. Ever so often I would turn my head to see Ann mumbling in her sleep. It was rather cute to hear her soft snorses, but that was short lived when I noticed a strange aura around her. Red, blue, black, purple, green, yellow, and white ribbons of light wrapped around her. Yet as quickly as it came it was gone. After witnessing this strange occurrence I put out the butt of my cigarette before I sat up from the couch. Making my way out of the room as quietly as possible. I'm not sure what I Just saw...but for now I will ignore it... for now. Walking down stairs, I made my way to the bar. Sitting in my normal spot, Izumo slid an ashtray in front of me. As I placed my cigarette in the ashtray, Izumo pulled out two glasses and a bottle of Hibiki whiskey on the counter. Placing ice and both glasses, Izumo opened the bottle and poured the amber looking liquid in both glasses. Looking back up I noticed that Izumo had something on his mind.

“What is it?” I simply asked.

“Well… Something has changed with Miss Harrison, but I can’t quite put my finger on it… then again… it may just be my imagination.” He said, picking up the glass in front of him, and placing it in front of me. Nodding to this I wrapped my finger around the cold glass before lifting it up to my lips. The whisky was bitter, yet satisfying. 

After a couple of hours of small talk and finishing my drink. I made my way back up to my room where Ann was still sound asleep. She had knocked off the cover I had placed over her sometime when I was gone. Walking over to the side of the bed, I grabbed the cover and gently placed it over. But before I turned away her hand reached out, grabbing the hem of my shirt. She mumbled something that sounded like don’t leave me, but I wasn't sure. Grabbing her hand I began to rub gentle circles on the top of her hand until she slowly removed her hand from mine. I then returned to the couch before falling asleep, I reminisced about our school days and the days before she left. And all that time I still missed her. 

Time Skip

Ann’s P.O.V. 

The next morning I woke to see that I was still in Mikoto’s room. The faint mess of his cologne and cigarettes linger in the blanket he placed over me. Blushing, I slid out of the bed. Once I was fully awake I noticed the sound of the shower running. I assumed it was Mikoto taking a shower before doing whatever the king of Homra does. slipping from off the bed and walking to a nearby mirror to fix my hair and clothes. Quietly I exited the room. As I was half way down the stairs I heard Uri call out to me. 

“Ssp...Human?” he whispered. Looking down I saw him moving back and forth on the chain as if trying to get my attention

“What is it Uri?” I asked the small green book on my neck in a low voice.
“That human...Named Mikoto, he seemed quite interested in you. Did you know each other before?” He asked curiously. This caused me to blush a bit because I still do have feelings for him, but the way he lost contact for so long, or maybe not. Well maybe I'm just overthinking things. Shaking my head back and forth I continued  down the stairs as I entered beside the bar. I saw Izumo wiping down the counter of his bar.  Taking a seat at the bar, and continued to think of what I could do today. It wasn't until Izumo slid a glass of ice water in front of me. Looking up at him, Izumo gave me a small smile. 

“Well now, it seems you stayed in the king's room last night.” He said pointing to my shoulder. Looking down I saw a strand of red hair snaking across the shoulder of my jacket. Blushing a bit I brushed the hair off and nodded before flicking my head to the side. I heard Izumo chucking before he asked another question.

“My lady, would you like something to eat?” Turning to face him I was about to say no but I was about to say no when my stomach growled. Making my face redden more than it was before. 

“Yes.. That would be nice. If you don't mind me asking, could I possibly use your kitchen?” I asked, slipping off my Jacket onto the back of the chair.

“Not at all. Use the kitchen as you wish.” He said as I got up from the barstool. Stepping behind the bar, and making my way to the double door. Upon entering the double door I see my eyes on the lavish kitchen. With stainless steel appliances, neatly placed utensils, and a large countertop area. Waltzing over to the large fridge to ponder what I wanted for a midday brunch. I see mozzarella pearls, fresh Basil, quail eggs and cherry tomatoes. Closing the fridge door I walked over to the dry ingredient shelf. I saw many types of grains and pasta but what stood out was a French baguette. Picking up the baguette I placed it on the prep station, then returned to the fridge scrounging up the last few ingredients. I began to saute the tomatoes with Rosemary, thyme, salt and pepper. After the tomatoes were fully cooked I then turned the eye off sitting them to the side. My next step was slicing the baguette in a diagonal. Finally, put the baguette on small plates with the tomatoes, mozzarella pearls, and balsamic vinaigrette. I was putting on my finishing touches on the dish Uri and Maura started asking me questions. 

"Where did you learn how to cook like that?" Maura asked as she swung back and forth on my neck. This had stopped my hand mid stride as I was placing another baguette on a single white plate.
My mother, I said gulping down a pit of air that started to form in my throat. She was a very talented cook at home. My mother, she was a sous-chef in a restaurant as she was pursuing her dream as a linguistic professor. I started trying to calm my nerves when Uri asked a question.
"What about your father?" He asked. My father was a cryptozoologist in his youth but also as a mechanic as a fallback. Honestly, he would love the fact that you two talk all the time.
"Oi, we do not talk all the time!" Uri stated in an aggravated tone. I began to chuckle along with Maura when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder causing me to whip my head around to see Izumo with bewildered eyes for a split second before giving me a gentle smile. 
"Miss Harrison, who are you talking to?" He asked
Turning around I saw Izumo staring at me curiously. 
"Oh I..um.. I was talking to myself." I said as an excuse. He seemed to accept the answer when he turned to look at the dish I had made. 

"I made enough for everyone. As a thank you." I started calmly. Trying to get rid of my uneasiness. " Would you mind helping me take them out?" As I asked this he turned to face me.

"Certainly." Izumo stated as he grabbed one of the trays and carried it out of the kitchen. 

Few that were close... Too close... Now he's gonna think I'm some weirdo who talks to herself.  I thought while sighing. Grabbing the rest of the food I made my way out of the kitchen and out behind the bar to find Tatara, Mitsaki, and Anna-San. Placing the tray on the bar next to the other that Izumo brought, I slowly walked over to Tatara. 
"Oh Bell-chan, how are you feeling?" He questioned.
"I'm feeling better. Thanks for asking." I said with my arms crossed. "Hi Anna, I'm sorry about the other day." Look at me she quietly nodded her head as if to say it was okay. "By the way, if y'all are hungry I made a little something it's not much but here." I said handing out the small plates to everyone. Once I handed a plate to everyone except Mikoto, my phone vibrated. Removing it from my pocket I saw a message from my Manager saying I had a gig at some hotel in the rich side of the city. Messaging her back asked if I'm allowed to bring a guest. I waited for a few minutes, then she replied with a green light. I was thinking about asking Mikoto for a date. "It has been a while hasn't.." I thought. 

After dismissing myself from the others. I went up the stairs to the mikoto room. Before entering I knocked. "Hey Mikoto, can I come in?"
"Come in." 

Mikoto P.O.V.

Opening the door I saw Bella come in quickly shutting the door behind her. She stood there in silence for about a minute or so as she twiddled her  thumbs in a nervous manner. She then shyly looked to the side. 
"Mikoto, will you come to my performance with me tonight!"

To be continued....