Dinner was awkward. I was not used to communal dinning unless it was for formal occasions. And this was certainly nowhere near formal.
Geez, I thought bitterly as I sat at the large rectangular table in the heavy silence. Was everything in this house plain?! I took a moment to review the dining room once again. Or for that matter, made of wood?
“So, uh,” Jack Stone cleared his throat from beside me. His smooth voice was welcome in this uneasy silence. “I am guessing that you are not used to eating in company, I take it?”
I quickly changed my shocked expression into one with an easy grin. This guy was more comprehending than I had previously imagined. I was going to have to be more careful around this one, as nice a fellow as he appeared to be.
“Not really,” I said, naturally tossing my golden hair away from my eyes. “It is just that I normally dine with female companions.”
“Really,” he responded incredulously. His eyes widened in surprise. “I’m terribly sorry, I thought you were...I thought you were...” He trailed off, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
“A fag,” Mickey finished from across the table, refusing to look directly at me. “’Cos you sure look like one-”
“Enough,” Jack cut in with uncharacteristic harshness. He turned to me. “I apologise for Mickey’s insensitivity and my blind judgment. We are not making the best impressions, are we?” He smiled weakly at me.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about your judgement being blind, Jack,” Primrose voice drifted into the room. A few seconds later she entered the room carrying bowls full of steaming hot food. Out of politeness and caution of the unstable goddess before me, I refrained from drooling.
“Back in the day, Austin swung both ways. It didn’t matter about the gender as long as he got a hot night of passion at the end of it.”
I felt my face turn crimson and shot her a deadly look. She smirked and took a seat next to Mickey.
The door of the dining room opened and Fujioka Suoh came in, taking a seat by Primrose. We all began to tuck into our...
“What is this?” I asked.
“Don’t you like it,” Primrose asked, her expression daring me to say no.
“I love it,” I replied truthfully. Primrose flinched, taken aback.
“Its ramen,” she said after a moment’s silence. “Fujioka made it.”
I took another spoonful. Then another. To say it was delicious was an understatement. It was...Orgasmic! I let out a moan of contentment mingled with pleasure.
Suddenly, I sat up rigid in my chair. The others looked up from their meals and at me to see what was wrong. With a smile that I hoped masked my embarrassment I excused myself from the table and quickly left the room.
Inside my bedroom, I began to pace. Or at least tried to. It wasn’t easy considering my ‘problem.’ What a strange reaction to someone’s food, I thought. Only this wasn’t just anyone. I had a slight feeling that this may be the girl – or more appropriately the soul – I was looking for. If so, I needed someone who could give me advice. Someone who could teach me Japanese. And Primrose, with her clouded motives and slightly evil persona was out on this one.
“Nyx,” I whispered, knowing that due to the recent energy transfer there was a slight chance it would reach the realm that she was in. On the other hand, she might choose to ignore me. I hoped that she wouldn’t.
A few seconds later came her reply, under toned with sadness. “Apollo...”