InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Actions Speak Louder Than Words ❯ Answer ( Chapter 2 )

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Actions Speak Louder Than words

 

Chapter 2- Answer

 

Those eyes.

 

The cerulean orbs that had once been a bottomless pit of emotions were now a shallow chasm of never-ending horrors from the past.

 

What had he done to this timeless beauty that had once been more radiant than the sun?

 

It looked as though she had died on the inside. As though her very heart had been ripped out from her chest and crushed in his hands. Crystalline liquid pooled at the corners of darkened navy depths as she continued to listen to the poison that spewed from his mouth.

 

I wanted nothing more than to run over to her, to comfort her, to tell her that I was here and that everything would be all right. It was bad enough that she was dating my half-brother, or, by the looks of it,

 

Was.

 

Her petite frame slowly sagged, as though her will to live was leaving her body. Finally, the vocal poison took its toll and she turned on once elegant heel and marched away from my idiotic half-brother.

 

The twit.

 

How could he look so…unregretful? He had just broken the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth, and yet he looked as though he had done nothing more hard than brushing his silver hair behind his ears, which was exactly what he was doing now.

 

Fool.

 

He would pay for his actions, but right now, he was not the most important thing at hand.

 

She was.

 

Turning away from the sight of my impudent brother who was so undeserving of the delicate creature of which I had harbored a slight affection for these past few years, I started in the direction of said creature.

 

Walking past many lockers, I exited the large building of education at the southern entrance, and headed toward the flat plane of grass that was behind it.

 

There she was.

 

With her ebony hair tossed around her from the grasping fingers of the wind, head slightly bowed against said element, and hands loosely clasped in her lap, she looked every bit the perfect picture image.

 

Even with her apparent sadness.

 

Quiet footsteps, my own, barely made any noise on the grey, worn pavement as I cautiously made my way toward the depressed beauty. She was absolutely breath-taking, and she hadn't even blessed me with a glance from her dark orbs.

 

Stepping quietly around the brown wooden bench she had seated her majestic self upon, I stood regally in front of her, my amber orbs looking down at her softly, tenderly, ever so nervously awaiting her reaction to my presence.

 

She looked up, and my breath caught in my throat.

 

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I knew he was there.

 

My boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend now, had just broken up with me. And although I had known about his cheating and had confronted him on it on many occasions, it was the first time he had ever admitted it to me.

 

And it hurt.

 

I had never expected my heart to break into a million little pieces. I couldn't believe that bastard could, would, do such a thing, but he did.

 

But that wasn't what was important.

 

He was here, in front of me. I could feel his intense gaze on the top of my head, silently demanding me to look at him, but soft at the same time, wary of my sorrow.

 

I heeded his silent request.

 

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Those ever-wonderful eyes gazed at me with a child-like curiosity, obviously questioning my presence. I gazed right back, though not with curiosity, but with astonishment.

 

It was amazing how someone so sad could look so beautiful at the same time.

 

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would form in my mind, nor my throat. I almost never speak without thinking first, but this woman had my mind turning in circles constantly, with her always at the centre.

 

Oh, how I wish those deep blue orbs would swallow me up one day, not in confusion or hesitation as they usually did, but in love and passion. To have them look up at me as though I was her only support, her only strength, her only…

 

One.

 

The one of her desire. The one of her love. The one of a passion so intense that it consumes the raging fire of the soul. Her soul, and the fiery spirit within.

 

Oh, how I pined.

 

Alas, I would have to work, and work hard for such a pleasure, but work hard I would, for the young woman I had fallen so deeply into the bottomless pit of love for was blissfully unaware of my feelings.

 

But not for long, I hoped.

 

Not that it would really be appropriate to tell her how I truly felt right this minute, but once she was healed, which I would help with, I would tell her.

 

If I wasn't a coward.

 

She blinked, and momentarily broke my stupor, giving me enough time to think about something to say, so that I didn't look like I was standing in front of her with my mouth open and gawking at her like a complete idiot.

 

Like my half-brother.

 

“Would you like to go get some tea?”

 

Do not even look at me like that. I know what you are thinking. Where is the `Are you alright?' correct? Well, I think it quite obvious that she is not alright. Therefore, I need not ask a question I already know the answer too.

 

Now for her response.

 

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I blinked.

 

The penetrating gaze I had been enduring from light amber orbs stopped. I silently breathed a sigh of relief, and paid rapt attention when his deep, smooth, baritone voice sounded, soft and quiet. A voice I wished would one day say my name in loving tones, but, hey,

 

It's merely a simple school girl crush, and a wish that would probably never come true.

 

“Would you like to go get some tea?”

 

I smiled. He never was one to ask a question he already knew the answer too, and I was grateful. I really did not feel like being asked a bunch of useless, obvious questions right now. It was strange; he never talked to me, and usually didn't care about anyone. But, here he was, offering me solace in a cup of tea and his presence accompanying it.

 

I nodded, and his eyes widened a fraction of a centimeter, before he offered me a hand like a gentleman, and stood back, his curtain of silver hair brushing my arm slightly as I accepted his hand.

 

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That smile could light up even the darkest of rooms, I thought. My amber pools widened slightly when she accepted my offer, but none the less, I offered her a hand to help her up.

 

The smile remained as she took my hand, and I easily lifted her up, my hair brushing her arm as I did so. Her smile faded ever so slightly, and I could tell that her long, graceful fingers itched to run her fingers through it, and I could imagine her doing so.

 

Inspired, I casually brushed my hair back, flipping it slightly so that a lock of the waist-length silver liquid flowed down her shoulder, which was touching mine, sending of pricks of electricity through my body.

 

She reached up, and one of those long, elegant fingers touched the silk-like material, and the smile returned. She picked the lock up, and placed it beside of the rest of its kin, tucking a loose strand behind my ear.

 

Her cheeks became stained with red, and made her look all the more stunning and appealing. Muttering an apology, she looked away.

 

Frowning, I extended a forefinger and thumb of one of my hands, and put them under her chin. Grasping her chin, and turning her to face me, and searched those deep pools once again.

 

“There is nothing to forgive.”

 

I told her firmly, before leaning in and pressing my soft, untouched lips against her own. She started in surprise, but did not pull away, which I took as a good sign.

 

Taking her soft, sweet bottom lip in between my teeth, I gave a slight tug, silently begging her to open her mouth, to let me taste her.

 

She complied.

 

Her taste was so sweet, and yet spicy at the same time. She tasted like honey, mixed with some spice I did not know the name of. Her scent of lilac filled my senses and clouded my brain, until I no longer knew who or where I was.

 

All I knew was that I was kissing the girl of my dreams.

 

After a few moments, I broke the kiss, and inwardly smirked at her slightly dazed expression. After a moment, she regained her bearings, and looped a long arm through one of my solid ones.

 

“The thirty first of October, six o'clock in the evening until eleven o'clock in the evening. I pray you will attend.”

 

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The sudden break in silence made me start, and it took me a moment to realize that the stunning male beside me was referring to his invitation from a few hours previous. A small smile graced my lips as I responded to his offer.

 

“I accept.”

 

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Mmmmmm….adjectives…..