InuYasha Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ The Lord and The Dragon ❯ Singing? ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 5..

 

 

 

Dragon

 

 

 

Another full moon hangs high in the sky again. As I gaze at it thinking about the day that has passed. A sleepless night of analyzing the meeting with Joutei and the question I needed to answer. When morning came and still no answer, I decided to brave my Beloved for help with the problem. I found her in the gym of the precinct alone, it becomes deserted when she begins to lace up her gloves, and fear of becoming the new punching bag sends the rest fleeing. His Sara runs out of sparring partners very fast. I always find a perverse pleasure in watching the rookies or new transfers volunteering when asked, trying to be seen as an equal or impress her, then try to make a pass, soon they find themselves too busy getting the crap pounded out of them to entertain such ideas for long. I enjoy these matches the most.

 

 

As I stood watching I noticed something different, a strange noises, almost like humming. The tune was faintly familiar; I realized it was coming from her. Soft and slightly out of key, unlike the punches she was landing on the bag before her. As I was trying to place song I was startled when suddenly she did something truly amazing, she started softly singing.

 

 

 

My watch

 

I come from an island

In the Carolina sand

Where I was broken down built up and reborn a fighting man

My blood runs red white and blue

I'll brave the cold the rain, the pain, and the bullets, so you don't have to

 

Don't worry about me; I'll be all right

Just care for your children and sleep tight

I'll wound keep you save on my watch tonight

 

It's a long, long way from that island

And along way from home

With the thought of you standing behind me

I can never be alone

 

There's a promise I need you to make

While I'm gone you take care of the love

And I'll deal with the hate

 

Do worry about me; I'll be all right

Just care for your children and sleep tight

I'll keep you the safe on my watch tonight

 

Do worry about me; I'll be all right

Just care for your children and sleep tight

I'll keep you the safe on my watch tonight

(By: Mike Corrado, USMC)

 

 

 

Amazed at what she was doing I stared in wonder suddenly recognizing the song it was from a CD that I had given her a few weeks ago. Since 9/11 her taste in music started running towards Americana after hearing this song form one of my military friends I knew that she would enjoy it. I also came to love the song thinking it fit our relationship perfectly. Leaving it for her one morning on counter with a whole thermos of imported and expensive coffee that she won't admit to loving. She wouldn't touch the coffee the first day but now cannot seem to live without it. The CD remained there for 3 days untouched then just disappeared. It wasn't returned un-opened like other gifts, except for the coffee and food she always takes such delight in. These she took with a smile and much enjoyment but never spoke about the sudden appearance of it or how/who might have left it. I'm always glad that she eats the food left as she'd never cooks, because she is awful at it, and the takeout she orders is second rate at best and also very unhealthy. She doesn't take good enough care of herself. The coffee was the reason for her improved mood in the mornings; I smiled thinking of how worried her partners seemed at first by her behavior. Sara having a good morning usually meant death and/or dismemberment to some poor, unsuspecting soul. Now they are just thankful.

 

 

Now here she was singing the song I pick for her, pleased that she had finally accepted a gift from me. Standing their enjoying the song being sang by her more than any other performance before. It was offbeat and beautiful all the while throwing punches at the bag in between lines. So engrossed with her I don't even notice her partner come in until he spoke to her. “Man, Pez, you drinking on the job now or was I hearing things. The last time I heard you sing was after we graduated from the Academy, of course you were so drunk you barely knew your own name.” He said laughing. Sara turned to smile at Danny while making a rude gesture at him, as I detected a faint blush across her face. For some strange reason this gave me a wonderful feeling, of acceptance, friendship, and shared secrets, something just between them, which not even her cherished friend and partner was privy to.

 

 

After a short verbal starring session between them, Danny left to sign out their cruiser, leaving her with a parting comment about smelling and taking a shower. Thinking now would be the best time to talk before the whole shower thing, my Beloved would not be pleased with me for showing up after the fact, thinking I had possibly stayed for the show, and the world of trouble that would lead to. The thought of her displeasure, makes me shudder, never knowing how she will retaliate. The shudder must have been visible, for suddenly she was looking at me with a mixture of surprise, apprehension, and possibly a small amount of happiness. It was probably no more than wishful thinking but I could not totally dismiss it as such, thinking I will take what I can get. “Nottingham?” She asked. “My lady, I have a request of you. I need to have an answer for a question before tonight, but find that I cannot think of a possible reply that is suitable.” There was the patented Pezzini look, with her head tilted slightly to the side, and her brows furrowed and a look in her eyes that asks `Huh?…What the hell are you talking about.' I am surprised again when all she says is “I think you got the wrong girl, bright eyes, you're the one with the amazing IQ. If you can't figure it out, how am not suppose to.” My heart skipping the at her, nicknamed, for me she doesn't use it often, but I take it as the only signed of affection I believe I will ever received from her. “I only wish for your opinion on this matter, there is no right or wrong answer, I must have a reply so as not to offend the one who made the request of my answer.” I said. Her face cleared as she said “All right, Nottingham, I give it a shot, just don't expect too much. So, what's the big question of anyway? And I cannot believe that there is anyone on this Earth that you would be worried about offending, this definitely enough to make me curious.” She replied.

 

 

“A new acquaintance, that I have great respect for, found out that I rescued someone dared to him and wishes to repay the debt, by offering me anything I wish. I spent all of the night before considering this but have come up at loss.” Her mouth opened and closed a few times then said, “Wow, most people would kill to be given an opportunity like that. He said anything, no limits, would he give you millions of dollars if you asked? And who is he to give you such a wish anyway a Genie?” She asked. Smiling I told her, “Yes, no limits were set and money means as less to him than it does to me. As for whom he is, he is most definitely not a Genie, but knowing your great distrust and disdain for all things supernatural, I'll not bore you with the details of who and/or what he is.” “Grrrrrr.” I blink twice, not believing that she just growled at me. “OK. Mr. Smarty, then why don't you do what they try in the fairy tales, asks for more.” she says as if it was the simplest thing in the world. I find myself blinking again, not understanding, never having had been any of these tales. She must have read the expression on my face for she explained half sympathetic and half inpatient. “When these main characters are given one wish or granted an answer to one question, they ask for more wishes or phrase their question so that it will answer everything that they wanted to know.”

 

I was stunned by the simplicity of it, I lived with Father long enough to understand about wording statements and questions, to either sound like you are helping without giving away information of getting answers without others realizing that they were giving away information to you. She turns walking force the showers believing the compensation is over, pausing at the doorway, turning slightly to say “Now, I did you a favor, you can return it. Stop with the vampire theatrics, OK, no sneaking and/or sca…ah... startle me, no more disappearing in the middle of a conversation, and no hang out on the fire escape. Got it?” Pain clinched my chest; she wanted me away from her apartment, and away from her. Turning away for she could see how her words at affected me, I almost missed the rest of the announcement, “You want to see how I'm doing, or what I'm up to, try using the front door. Just remember to knock first, okay?” and with that let the door close behind her, and leaving my mind in turmoil.

 

I spent the rest of the day in a daze, struggling with the answers I received today for both Joutei tonight, and unspoken ones about my Beloved. My life was just starting to get a lot more interesting.

 

 

 

 

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