I rested on the couch until Miho ca back.
Knowing what she was up to almost led to a vicarious experience of both killing and being killed through my imagination that ran wild.
And I was on fire. My body was hot, and I longed.
I longed for Miho to return.
A little after 2:00 AM, the door clacked open and Miho ca back ho. Her footsteps told that she was tired.
Although I saw her first as my eyes were well-adjusted to the darkness of the living room, I waited for her to call out to first.
"Hey."
She did not disappoint.
"Hey. How was work?"
"It was rough. Just the way I like it."
The faint city light that shone into my windowless living room through the bedroom door I had left open revealed a wry smile the she made. Her face was half illuminated by pale light and half hidden in shadow, she looked more sculpture-like than usual.
But I knew those marble skins of hers were deceptive as I rembered the warmth of her body.
"Do you want anything to eat?"
"Would it be too late for you to cook so ran?"
"No problem at all. Why don't you go take a shower first."
"Thanks."
With that, she swiftly turned like an expert dancer and headed toward the bathroom.
I filled a brass pot with water and put it on the kitchen range. Pressing the knob while turning it fully counterclockwise made a tick-tick sound and the fire ca on.
The sound of water running as Miho showered and the water bubbling in my brass pot blended well, and I placed the noodles into the pot as a whole. So people like breaking the chunk into half but I always thought it was better without breaking it. It seed Miho liked it that way too.
Before the ran was fully cooked, Miho was already out, shaking her head like a wet dog. It splashed water onto the back of my bare neck and I realized she had taken a cold shower.
"Wear sothing. You might catch a cold."
I nagged like a mom. Miho did not protest and went to the living room where the big travel luggage she brought over earlier still stood where she left it. I looked over as the ran was almost done and saw her take out so pajamas. Nothing fancy. Just loose-fitting black shorts that ca down to her knees and an oversized white T-shirt that drooped a little and revealed the top of her right shoulder.
Tasty.
"Co and eat."
I was sitting on her seat, which made her sit on my usual seat across the table. She didn't seem to mind though.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"I had sothing already. I'm not hungry."
It was a lie.
"Well, thank you for the al."
She really dug into the bowl of ran and devoured it. Sucking in the noodles, making loud noises, gulping it down - her throat throbbing as the hot soup traveled down made wonder. How would it feel to slit a human throat? And how would it feel to have your throat slit?
"So what did you do at work today?", I asked. Trying to sound as casual as possible. I didn't want to alarm my big cat while she was still eating.
Ignoring my question, she lifted the bowl with both hands and poured all the remaining food into her mouth, savoring the food until the last drop of its soup.
"Kya-, this is the best. You make really good ran."
"Thanks."
"So, what were you saying?"
"I was asking what you did at work today."
Miho sat and looked at as if I asked the stupidest question even a child wouldn't ask.
But what was the saying? There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers.
"Kill. Kill. Kill. What else?"
Miho gave a stupid answer that made giggle a little.
"Do you think it's funny that I killed a few people?"
"So a 'few' people today, huh?"
"Yeah, it was a big job."
"Do you get paid well for it?"
"Pretty decent amount, yes. But it's not a 9 to 5 job. The inco varies a lot."
"I see. I need to find a new job as well."
"Did you quit because of what I did?"
"Yes, most people quit the company after that."
"You should have quit before that. Your boss was a horrible man. It's no good working for such a pig."
"I know. And you ca and set free."
"Free? Free from what?"
"Boredom."
Miho tilted her head and studied my face. This wasn't the first ti but I still felt embarrassed.
"Are you OK with seeing people die?"
"No. I was OK when it happened but I threw up afterwards."
"Fear or disgust?"
"Both, I suppose."
"Do you think you can do what I do?"
"No."
"Right."
"Right."
Miho then picked up a chopstick and spun it around with her fingers.
"I once killed three n with a chopstick before."
"That is impressive indeed."
She then stopped spinning the chopstick, pointed one end toward , and spoke.
"I could kill you right now if I wanted. Aren't you scared?"
"No."
"What makes you think I won't harm you? Why are you letting stay here?"
"I don't know why I let you stay here. But I'm sure you won't kill . Not for a while."
"What makes you so sure?"
"If you killed ," I grabbed the other end of the chopstick that Miho was holding, and slowly pulled it out of her grip as she did not resist, then pointed at her this ti.
"Then who will cook you ran at night?"
"Pfft", Miho laughed through her lips and spoke in her gentle husky voice, "I suppose I won't kill you for now then."
"But if you ever want to leave... then kill before you go."
This girl makes say the weirdest things.
And I like it.
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