InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ For Get Me Nots ❯ Heart to Heart ( Chapter 3 )

Time seemed to pass by quickly for him, and yet not quickly enough. The future did have its drawbacks, seeing as he was no longer a noble demon lord. But the benefits far out weighed anything else. He was rich, known world wide for his excellent negotiations…and could she her again.

 

She had become famous as well, of course he could see why. Her voice was heavenly and beauty unparalleled. When ever she held a concert, he was sure to attend, always hiding from her field of view. A few nights ago, he knew she had seen him, he had also known she had dismissed his presence as a mere trick of the mind.

 

That same night, he had passed by her dressing room only to hear the sound of her soft sobs. He wanted to go to her, to kiss away her tears and soothe her pain. To tell her everything was alright again… But something stopped him, all the times he contemplated going to her, something always stopped him.

 

He was never sure what it was, it was slightly instinctual, a little voice in the back of his mind…telling him it was not meant to be…

 

 

“Hey Fawks”

 

“Hi y'all” Fawks smiled softly, as she walked into the recording studio. “What's wrong, sis, you look tired” Michael began. “I…didn't sleep well…” She sighed. “Those dreams again?”

 

She nodded sadly, “I miss him, I miss him a lot…”

 

Michael sighed, “I really didn't want to do this…”

 

Fawks looked at him in confusion, he pulled a piece of folded paper from his breast pocket.

 

“It took a lot of negotiating, but here's his address…”

 

“WHAT?!” Fawks yelled. “You don't watch T.V. or read the paper? Your little boyfriend is hot shit now…”

 

“You…had it all this time…AND YOU NEVER GAVE IT TO ME!?!?!?!” Fawks yelled, her old spark coming back.

 

“Damn girl, calm down!”

 

“I spent three hellish years in pain and you didn't do a damn thing!!!” She snatched the paper from him, prancing to the door.

 

“Because of that I'm going to skip recording today, as your apology” She said slamming the door behind her.

 

Michael watched her in shock, then smiled.

 

 

Sessho-maru sighed, stepping out of the shower, he then pulled on a t-shirt and jeans. Flicking on the T.V., one of Fawks' interviews was on.

 

“…Everyone wants to know, why you don't have a boyfriend”

 

“…Well…some people think it's because I'm…focusing on my music…or I'm independent…but…truthfully…There was someone I was in love with when I left Japan…and…I miss him…constantly. I guess…I'm still waiting for him…”

 

Sessho-maru turned off the T.V. at that point, plopping himself down of the couch, he folded his arms behind his head. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes, wishing he had some form of alcohol in the house. It was one of those days he wished he could actually get drunk. The doorbell disturbed his thoughts. “Go away!” he growled.

 

But it came again, sighing, he got up and answered it. Sessho-maru's eyes went wide, all time seemed to stand still. There before him stood a vision of beauty, her scent that of cherry blossoms. Tears welling in her big green eyes, “Sessho-maru…”

 

Hearing her say his name, Sessho-maru felt something inside him click. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately.