Theme #15: Fait Des Beaux Reves;
Sweet Dreams
Chapter 5: Unwelcome Surprises
In her dreams, she was back
at the mansion, lying on sheets of pure silk and lace with rose petals
sprinkled all around her. In her dreams, she was with
Now, tell me all about your trip,
My trip, she
began, noticing that the boys in the pool were beginning to come out…in business suits? She blinked again and
the image vanished. She was now staring at a bleak and desolate landscape with
nothing in the horizon but impassable mountains and valleys. She turned to her
side to look at
“Time to wake up, sleeping
beauty,” he drawled lazily, revealing perfect white teeth in a wide smile. He
leaned closer to caress her cheek gently. “Wake up,” he said again in a deep
voice that sent delightful shivers down her spine. God, he had the most amazing
blue eyes. She could drown in them and never wish to be rescued. “Wake up.
We’ve arrived…”
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“…wake up,” he said in a much
louder voice.
She groaned and lifted heavy
lashes to peer sleepily at the man before her. Slightly concerned and yet wary
blue eyes filled her vision for a second and then it dawned on her that she was
feeling incredibly warm and quite comfortable in this position. And that smell.
It was a rich, musky scent or cologne that rolled off this man in waves and
before she could stop herself, she squeezed him gently and inhaled again.
Damn he smelled good.
“Uuum…I’m not Tony,” he
finally said in a tone that now sounded cold and slightly irritated. “Could you
let me go now? I hate to be the one to bother your sweet dreams but we’ve
arrived.”
Her cheeks filled with color
as she finally realized what she had been doing. Not needing Adam to repeat
himself, she released him quickly and slid back to her side of the taxi, unable
to lift her gaze to meet his for fear he’d notice the effect he was having on
her. How embarrassing was that? She couldn’t believe she had actually snuggled
against this guy who had rubbed her the wrong way from the beginning. His
know-it-all attitude was a major turn-off (although she would have been a big
moron if she hadn’t noticed how good-looking he was). She listened idly to him
as he spoke with the taxi-driver, marveling at how he could switch from one
language to the other without preamble. It was clear that he was Japanese, what
with that jaw line, his hair and build. And yet there was something distinctly
foreign about him as well. He had an American accent for one thing albeit
slightly laden with a Japanese twang and those eyes…those eyes were definitely
different.
(Unless he wears contacts)
But they didn’t look like
contacts to her. She had seen them flash from dark blue to almost violet at
some point (when he looked angry, that is) and she knew that contacts were not
really able to do that.
“Let’s go,” he commanded,
hardly waiting for her as he left the cozy confines of the vehicle. For a brief
moment, she contemplated telling him to take a hike but remembering that he was
helping her settle in; she obeyed without a fight and stepped out of the taxi
and into the cool evening. It was much darker outside now and the street was
extremely quiet. It was a narrow one, with four major apartment complexes on
each side. They had stopped before Building 100A and as
“Don’t pass out on me now,”
Adam said as he glanced at her with mild concern. She looked pale and he could
have sworn that she swayed on her feet for a second or two. He began to roll
her large suitcase up the sidewalk and towards what looked like an office on
the ground floor. “Are you okay?”
“Fine…” she muttered,
removing her hand from her mouth and managing a weak smile. “I’m just tired I
guess. I’m just not used to this…”
Which would be the
understatement of the year. Unconsciously, she side-stepped the dirtier
portions of the pavement, unable to stop her features from tightening up with
disgust at some of the graffiti on the wall. Didn’t anyone bother to clean up
this place? From the outside it looked good but inside…it was just plain awful.
Suck it up and live through it, girl. It’s only for
three months. Remember that.
She watched as Adam began to
knock on the door and took the time to really appraise him. He was dressed in
blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt which was hidden beneath a rather shabby
brown coat. He looked like…well…a school teacher and not a very successful one
at that. She had noticed he had narrowed his eyes a little to read the kanji on
the screen and she deduced that he must wear or need glasses to help him read.
She wondered if he had a wife or girlfriend but a quick look at his hands
(which looked lean and quite strong) showed no sign of marital commitment. His
only jewelry was a silver necklace which only peeked through when he bent
forward to adjust her suitcase. She wondered who had given it to him. A former
girlfriend?
“Come in!” Someone yelled
from behind the door, starting
“Aurora,” Adam was saying as
he placed a hand beneath her elbow gently to push her towards the curious
landlady. “This is Sawada-sama. She’s the owner of the complex and ultimately
your landlady.” And in Japanese, he spoke to the older woman. “Sawada-sama,
this is
Sawada-sama laughed
good-naturedly at the girl’s attempts to speak the language. Turning to Adam,
she began to rattle off several things that
“Here you go,” Adam said,
pushing several forms towards her. She blinked at the symbols and characters
feeling her cheeks darken with embarrassment but before she could open her
mouth to say she couldn’t understand a damn thing, Adam leaned closer to her.
She fought a small yelp as her knees trembled a little at the close proximity.
She flushed as she could even feel his hair tickling her cheek.
Think, girl. Breathe, girl. Think. Breathe. Think.
Breathe.
“Here…,” Adam was saying. “It
means you should write your name…and here…”
Together they worked through
the long application and
Finally and after what seemed
like eons, they were through and Sawada-sama grinned in approval. She said
something to Adam again.
“She says it’s going to be
10,000yen for security deposit and first month rent.” At
“Ah…okay…”
She reached into her handbag
and brought out the amount needed, knowing that, at least tomorrow, she’d have
to find a Bank willing to change the few American dollars she had left. The
money was paid and Sawada-sama took the time to count through the bills…slowly.
“Home sweet home,” Adam said
quietly as Sawada-sama slipped the key into the lock of the (ugly)
green-painted door with the number 235 written on it. She pushed it open and
flipped a switch on the wall beside it, revealing a narrow hallway with
cream-colored walls heralded by a mini step. Sawada-sama kicked off her
slippers. Adam took off his shoes to reveal black socks (which made
Besides the tatami mats on
the floor, there was absolutely nothing in here. There was a glass sliding door
which led to a rather small balcony with a potted plant on its last legs. There
was a mini-kitchen on the left side of the room, which was barely able to fit
one person let alone two. But there was a fridge and the gas cooker looked like
it was in good working condition. She had running water and a microwave and she
gave an obligatory smile to the older woman who wanted to know if everything
was good enough. Another door revealed a bathroom with only a shower stall,
sink and a toilet. It had drab off-white colored tiles and
Sawada-sama was talking again
and
“What’s she saying?”
“She’s worried about
tonight…she wants to give you a futon to sleep…”
They watched as she slid open
a closet (which
“You’ll have to manage this,”
Adam said as he pushed her luggage against the wall. “At least you have
tomorrow to go shopping for furniture.” He smiled at Sawada and for a moment,
“I hope you like your stay
here,” Sawada-sama said slowly, in the hopes that
“Thank you,”
“If you have any problems,
just call me…when you get your phone installed,” the landlady added. Satisfied that
things were all well now, she made her way out of the apartment with a
‘goodnight and many sweet dreams’ to them.
As the door closed behind
her,
“Everything okay?” Adam asked
quietly, jerking her out of her thoughts. She sat up and opened her mouth to
say something in gratitude, but he was already making his way to the front
door. “I’ve checked the bathroom. Everything seems to be in working condition
too. You should be fine and like she said, if you have any problems you give
her a call, okay?”
“Ah…okay…” She scrambled to
her feet, now feeling a sensation of loneliness creeping over her already. She
watched him slip back into his shoes and clasped and unclasped her hands as she
wondered what to say. She couldn’t show that she ‘needed’ him but he was the
only person who could understand her.
“What?” he suddenly asked as
he lifted his head to catch her staring at him. “Is there a problem?”
“No, no, no. I was just
waiting for you to leave already. I’m so tired and need my sleep.”
His brows creased in
consternation but he gave a small smile instead. “Whatever you say, your
Majesty.”
“What did you call me?”
He shrugged and ran fingers
through his hair. “If that makes you happy. I’ve done my duty and can safely
tell Seki that I’m through with you. I hope you enjoy your stay here.” And hopefully I don’t see you again…although
I doubt that.
(Adam)
“That idiot,” she muttered
although her cheeks still filled with color at the thought of him. He had
mocked her and if she ever saw him again, she’d make sure she gave him a piece
of her mind.
She switched off the lights
and crawled into the futon now dressed in only a pair of pink cotton panties.
The bedding had a faint musty smell but was otherwise comfortable enough. For a
long time she stared out of the glass doors and into the lit
(She yawned and closed her
eyes.)
…she would have sweet and
pleasant dreams of a life of riches which seemed oh so far away.