One way or another
The song from the late 1900's was still playing in my head. How very apt "One way or another, I'm gonna find ya' I'm gonna get ya'". It takes me back to the cafe where I heard it. The coffee had tasted worse than the bile reflux from previous night's dinner. Actually, it could very well have been the travel. Who knew. I could feel, even now, the cafe blasting around me like a chainsaw; the incessant chatter hammering on every synapse of my brain. The silhouette that had filled the cafe entrance as I had jammed a tenner under the cup was still vivid. The timing had been perfect. The guy had mumbled some apology as our shoulders collided. The pain had made me regret my outburst and probably embarrassed more than one patron. Funny then, I now realise, that the bloke kept walking uninhibited. Had he pretended he hadn't heard me? Surely he couldn't know, could he? I have no way of telling now ... so, pointless to dwell on it. The caffeine, the headache and the nausea had been such a heady mix that I wasn't going to allow some punk to push me around. I had followed him right into the sweat and blood of the cafe kitchen. Well, the sweat was evident but the blood was yet to be spilled.
You see, my quarry had reached a dead-end at the far wall and spun around while my eyes had darted around the kitchen even as my head had all but exploded. Then I had seen the sushi knife! In a past (no another) life, when Airi was still alive and beautiful, I had got one-on-one intimate sushi classes for at least two years. The loud crashing mayhem of pots had brought me back to the present. The kitchen staff had screamed all the way out to the front of the cafe. As the smoke had crept around us, I had felt his fear through the haze. His eyes had been following the blade twirling menacingly in my outstretched arm. I had sneered at him, just like in the movies: "Its tiiiime!"
All he could do was whisper but the fear was loud in his voice. I had savoured his confusion but couldn't hold back: "I'm here to save her, you bastard! You took your revenge when she tried to escape your abusing ways. YOU LEFT HER TO DIE!!" I'd never seen anyone stammer in fear before, "You're fuckin' crazy! I don't even know you, man!!" He had pleaded, the poor bugger!
"This one's for Airi!!" I had boomed in that small kitchen and it was then that he had sprung at me. I was too quick for him, wasn't I? The knife had sliced his neck with a precision that would have made any Itamae proud. In minutes, my breathing was the loudest thing in that kitchen – not counting the banging in my head. But they weren't going to find the weapon or the killer. The device in my pocket would do the trick long before the cops would burst through the door behind me.
Honestly, it hadn't been too hard tracking Airi's ex-lover. A wastrel who spent too many hours on socials, and none doing useful work. I really wonder what his status would say on social media right now!
Anyway, here I am, waiting at her front door and the song seems more apt than ever. The bottle of red and matching roses in my hand reflect my hope ... and yet I hesitate. Is this the present she would want? I ring the bell thrice, just as she likes, cross my fingers and suck in my breath. It is time. Time to see if we can go back to the past and change the future.