InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Landfill ❯ Girl's Night In ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: As always, all characters will be walking that fine line called OOCness, and Sango will be leaping directly over it. This is the first long one, but it's worth it, trust me!! Crude language will follow, so you have been warned!!

Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership to anyone, with the exception of Nya, and Dr. Aikio. All others belong to Rumiko Takahashi/Viz.

Chapter 7:

Girl's Night In

Jagged Little Pill, by Alanis Morissette, hummed in the speakers of Kagome's built-in stereo system. The blinds on the windows were pulled back, allowing the moonlight to shine into the room; this went unnoticed by the two females chattering away in the kitchen as they prepared snacks for their girl's night in.

Kagome dropped the knife she had been using in the sink and twirled around happily. “I love this song!” she shouted as she ran into the living room and turned up the volume.

Grabbing a candlestick off the table, she turned to face the window as she tapped her foot and shook her shoulders to the rhythm while waiting for the lyrics to begin. Spinning around, she began softly, her eyes closed and her free hand in the air, “I want you to know, that I'm happy for you. I wish nothing but…the best…for you both. An older version of me… Is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theatre? Does she speak eloquently and would she have your baby? I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother.” All the while she rocked her hips from right to left as she dipped lower and lower to the ground.

Sango stared on in amazement at how comfortable her boss turned friend was around her now. One would think that they'd been friends forever. Grinning, she shouted, “Sing it girl,” as she watched Kagome run her hands down over her chest to her hips, which were still rocking in time with the beat.

Allowing her friend to egg her on, Kagome brought the crystal candle holder up to her mouth and continued with the lyrics as if it was her very own song, “Cause the love that you gave, that we made, wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide…no! And every time you speak her name, does she know how you told me, you'd hold me until you died, till you died, but you're still alive!”

Dropping to her knees, Kagome rocked her hips back and forth and gyrated against the air as she continued with the chorus line, “And I'm here…to remind you…of the mess you left when you went away! It's not fair…to deny me…of the cross I bear that you gave to me! You, you, you oughta know!”

Sango stared at Kagome, a soft smile on her face. `Maybe we've had two too many glasses of wine,' she thought as she downed the last of her wine and sat her glass down. Grabbing a stirring spoon, she ran to join her friend as the next verse hummed over the speakers. “You seem very well… Things look peaceful… I'm not quite as well; I thought you should know. Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity? I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner! It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced. And are you thinking of me when you fuck her?” Sango finished with a rock of her hips in an attempt to imitate the sexual act itself.

Kagome stood up and giggled at her friend as she swayed sensually to the beat. Allowing the pulse of the music to take her over once more, she danced over to Sango as the chorus came on again.

Standing back to back, the two women sang at the top of their lungs and grooved with the tempo as their hips took a dip to the right, then another to the left.

Stepping away from Sango, Kagome shimmied at her reflection and sang the next verse as the lyrics of the song started to hit a little too damn close to home. Her shimmy slowed to a mere tremor as the words floated to her one syllable, vowel, noun, and pronoun at a time.

Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me…

`I was his joke. Everytime that we made love… Everytime that he fucked me, he was laughing at me! Everytime I screamed his damn name… Everytime I cried over him… I'm stupid, so fucking stupid! How could I be so goddamn blind?'

And I'm not gonna fade

As soon as you close your eyes, and you know it!

`I faded. I disappeared without making him pay for what he did to me. I…I ran like a coward. I…I let him drive me away. I…I fucking faded. I faded…disappeared as if I never fucking existed in his miserable little life!'

And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it! Well, can you feel it?

`No he can't fucking feel it! I'm so goddamn pathetic; I haven't been with anyone since him! If I was a bitch, I would've… I should've fucked Ginta or Hakkaku in his fucking bed!' Kagome snorted as her thought finished, `Maybe I should've fucked both of them at the same time and recorded it, so that he could watch it later!'

She knew she was full of shit. She could never lower herself to such despicable and whorish tactics. However, it did make her feel just a little bit better just imagining the look on his face if she were to allow his two best friends to screw her in every orifice of her body and in whichever position suited them best.

And I'm here…to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you ought a know!

The song ended and Sango spun around in a tight circle, laughing her head off. She'd always been a very carefree person, but it had been an extremely long time since she had done anything as childish as this.

“Kagome, you have to burn me a copy of this CD! I've heard this song on the American stations that my satellite radio picks up, but I really love this Morissette woman! She's deep!”

Kagome continued to stare out the window at the city without seeing it. All she saw was his deep blue…electric blue orbs staring back at her. She saw his jet-black hair waving in the wind. His chivalrous smile that always allowed her just glimpse of the same fangs that tickled her flesh when they made love.

She growled at the image of him that taunted her, teased her and caused her heart rate to increase and her palms to become sweaty.

Slamming her fist against the window, Kagome screamed, “I hate you! I hate you! You…you fucking bastard! I hope you die, you coward…you whoring, sorry bastard!” Slamming her fist against it once more, she hissed as angry tears came to her eyes and her knees collapsed beneath her, “You bastard. How…how could you do that to me? How could you just toss me away as if I was nothing? How could you lie to me like that?”

Sango dropped what she was doing and ran to her friend. “Kagome! Kagome, are you all right?”

There was no response.

Kneeling beside her friend, who was now shivering as if cold, Sango brushed her hair back away from her face and asked again as she checked Kagome's hands for cuts or abrasions, “Kagome?”

Kagome didn't know what to do or to say to her friend. How would she explain this? How could she explain this? Was there an explanation that the too inquisitive young woman would believe?

Looking up at Sango, she knew she couldn't lie to her. She remembered how over the past weeks, she had been there for her. How she had slowly helped to make her world livable again. Sango was her one true friend in this place full of faces she didn't know and didn't care to know.

Quite honestly, Kagome was tired of lying…hiding the truth. She wanted to let out this anger, this rage that she could feel festering within her. It dug relentlessly at her heart and her soul. She was tired of suffering. She was tired, extremely tired, of living with this guilt that wasn't rightfully hers to begin with.

`I can trust her. I know I can,' she thought as a tear trailed slowly down her cheeks. `She won't judge me for something I had no choice in. She won't hate me and think that I'm an awful person. She won't, I know she won't.'

Sango didn't know what was going on in the distraught woman's head, but she did know that, whatever it was, she needed a shoulder to lean on. Wiping away the tear that trailed down Kagome's face, she whispered jokingly, in hopes of getting her to laugh, “Thank God that window of yours is triple-paned.” Having received the proper reaction, she continued, “Do you need another glass of wine?”

Wiping her runny nose with the back of her hand, Kagome laughed lightly and nodded as she pushed herself up so that she was leaning back against the window.

“Stay here, I'm going to get two glasses of your finest and we can talk about whatever you want to, okay?”

Kagome looked up at her hesitantly. `Can I really trust her?' she thought, second-guessing herself. She watched as Sango entered the kitchen and popped open another bottle of wine, and then grabbed her cell phone with her free hand. `Yes, yes I can definitely trust her.'

After dialing the number she'd know if she was deaf, dumb, blind and stupid, Sango waited while the phone rang three times in her ear.

“Oi babe,” Miroku acknowledged happily.

“Oi yourself. Do you miss me?”

“From the moment you walked out the door,” he replied seriously, then added, “You know, I've been playing with myself all night. When are you coming home?”

Staring over at her friend, who was still slouched against the window, Sango sighed into the phone as she began pouring the wine.

“Sango? Is everything okay? You are coming home, aren't you?”

“Yes, yes baby, of course,” she replied as she turned around and placed the re-corked bottle back in to the small wine cooler. “I might not be home tonight, if that's okay?” She could hear Miroku switch the phone to his opposite hand and sit up in what she knew was their bed.

“Not come home tonight?” he mimicked.

“It's Kagome. She needs a friend.”

“Well I need `my' friend too,” Miroku teased playfully.

“I'll tell you what. Let her have me tonight, and you can have me anyway you want tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and for the rest of your life, okay?”

Miroku laughed then queried, “Is that a promise?”

“You know it is,” she retorted, grinning from ear to ear. She knew he'd understand.

“Alright, remember you said that because, when you walk through the door tomorrow, I want you buck naked and bent over the chair, you hear?”

Sango giggled. If he were in front of her, she probably would've playfully hit him or something. Lowering her voice, she whispered, “Of course, baby; anyway you want it.”

Miroku chuckled, and then stated seriously, “Go head and take care of your friend. I know if you're resorting to staying out tonight it must be serious.”

“I love you, baby.”

“You better,” he quipped. “Oh, and I mean it; I want you buck naked the minute you walk through the door.”

Sango giggled again and clicked the off button on her phone. She didn't need to respond to that since she was quite sure that he knew she'd be more than ready for him in the morning.

Setting her phone down on the counter, she then picked up the two glasses of white wine and shuffled over to where her friend was sitting, seemingly lost in her own mind.

Taking the glass that was offered to her, Kagome stated, having heard some of her friend's conversation, “You don't have to stay here. I'm fine.”

Settling down beside the downtrodden woman, Sango smiled and took a sip of her drink. “Shush, we're having girls night and that means all night.”

“I know, but…”

“But nothing! My friend needs me whether she knows it or not, and so this is where I'll be. Besides, I think Miroku can hold his own dick for a little while, don't you?”

Kagome stared at the woman, who had a dead serious expression on her face, and burst out laughing. Doubling over, she clutched her stomach as she continued to cackle hysterically.

Maybe what Sango said wasn't that funny, but she needed some kind of release before she imploded.

Joining in with a light chuckle, Sango added, “You know that little pervert told me that he wants me naked and bent over as soon as I walk through the door?”

Wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands, Kagome replied, “Well at least someone wants you. Right now, I'd bend over for a stranger.”

Glancing at her friend, Sango blurted while bumping her shoulder playfully into her, “You slut!”

“Takes one to know one!”

They both laughed then took simultaneous sips of their wine. As their laughter finally died down, both women sat in silence just enjoying the other's company. The CD player flipped to a new CD, but neither party paid a bit of attention, both lost in their own private thoughts.

“Sango, I want to tell you a story. It's about a girl that falls in love for the first time with a guy that promises her the world, but, in the end, he robs her of everything she's ever wanted.”

Sango knew that, more than likely, she was talking about herself, and if she wasn't then it was just as well. She would listen anyway. Scooting closer to her friend who seemed a little lost in thought, Sango snaked her arm around her waist and pulled her towards her so that they were shoulder to shoulder, the sides of their heads resting gently against the others'.

Sighing lightly, Kagome began, “She met him two years and seven almost 8 months ago. From the moment she saw him, she loved him…wanted him…craved him.”

“Wow, he must have been some looker, for her to fall for him like that,” Sango said while reaching for Kagome's free hand.

Grasping her dear friend's hand, Kagome continued with a soft smile, “He was gorgeous in a very manly, exotic sort of way. He had the deepest blue eyes, which seemed to stare straight into your soul when he looked at you. And his voice, it was heavy and deep. It could make your soul quiver and send chills running up and down your spine all at once.”

“Sounds like this guy would give my Miroku, a run for his money. Does he have a name?”

Kagome was quiet for moment, and then she whispered softly, “Nashitaku Kouga. His name was Kouga; he was a wolf demon that she met in Kyoto.”

Sango glanced at her friend, then sighed as she relaxed against her once more and waited for her to continue.

“She'd just graduated from law school when she met him. Actually, it was the night she'd gotten her first job as an Attorney. She was out with her friends at one of the local clubs when he breezed into her life and swept her off her feet. He was everything she'd ever dreamed of and more than she ever dared to hope for,” Kagome stated with a soft sigh.

“The first year that they were together was total bliss. He took her places that she'd never dreamed of going. He did things to her that she thought could only be done by the gods themselves.” Kagome sniffled as she felt her eyes begin to well up with tears that she didn't want to let fall. “Sango, this man swept her off her feet. I… She actually thought that her life had begun and ended with him. He was the lighter to her cigarette, the sun to her flowers, and the gray clouds to her rain.”

“It sounds like she was really head over feet in love with him,” Sango whispered quietly.

Taking a sip of wine, Kagome added reluctantly, “But you know what they say, `what goes up, must come down.' I think that's how it goes, anyway.”

“It was about just over a year into their relationship when things started to tumble down hill, but...” Kagome whimpered softly, then continued, “I ignored… `She' ignored all the signs. He started disappearing for days on end. She'd call his phone repeatedly, but he'd never answer. It was almost like he'd fallen off the face of the earth. She'd go by his apartment, but he was never there. She'd leave notes on his car, which was still conveniently parked in the garage, but he never called.”

Sighing, she continued, “The first time it happened, she was worried out of her mind. She'd thought that maybe he was dead or had gotten in some horrific accident. What she didn't want to believe… What she refused to believe - was the truth. Instead, she made up about a million different excuses for him and prayed that when she did see him…talk to him, he'd tell her one of them.”

Sango sat up, totally intrigued by this guy that was rapidly turning into the epitome of an ass. “Did he come back? Did she see him again?”

Kagome nodded as she spoke, “Yeah, he finally showed up after about 7 days. He appeared at her house like nothing had happened. He was all smiles and hugs. When she asked him where he was, he said that he had been deathly ill with some kind of virus.”

Sango looked at her friend, one eyebrow raised higher than the other. Even `she' knew that demons didn't get sick unless they're mortally wounded. Surely, Kagome or whoever this woman was didn't fall for that line of bullshit!

She didn't have to look at Sango to know that she was staring at her with a tell-me-you-didn't-fall-for-that look. So, she continued, “That was the first time of maybe a million times that he disappeared on her without a word. It was the first time of a billion times that she accepted his tales…his fabrications…his lies as the truth all because she didn't want to loose him. All because she was too weak…too pathetic to open her eyes and see the truth that was laid out before her as if it was on display at a museum.”

Sango gently hugged her friend. “You're… She's not a coward and she's not pathetic. She was in love. When you're in love, you see what you want to see. It's not her fault,” she avowed, reassuringly.

“It gets worse,” Kagome mumbled as she returned her friend's hug. Sitting back, she stated while staring up at the ceiling, “Somehow, she learned to deal with the lies. She learned to bury the hurt, the anger, and the little voice that whispered to her that something was amiss…that he wasn't being true to her. Instead of facing any of that, she immersed herself in him, when he was around. She lived for the few days…weeks they had together.” Snorting lightly, she continued, “Don't get me wrong, he didn't disappear every week, he just disappeared one week out of every month for the rest of their relationship.”

`That bastard,' Sango thought as she stared empathetically at her friend.

“It was after one of his mysterious disappearances, that she finally learned the truth. In a way, she was glad it happened the way it did because, if it hadn't, she'd still be living that lie. But, at the same time, she couldn't help feeling betrayed, emotionally abused, used, and cheated.” Glancing at Sango, Kagome looked away again and stated softly, “You know, Sango. If he'd been the type of man to beat her, I'm almost certain that she probably would've gotten over that by now.”

Sango wanted to reach over and just hold her friend. She wanted to make all the hurt and the pain evaporate instantaneously, but she knew she couldn't. This type of pain and heartache went just a little too deep. It was the type of vermin...bug…insect that buried itself into the crevices of one's heart, soul, and mind and stayed there, sometimes indefinitely.

Sango grimaced angrily as she watched a tear trail slowly down the tormented young woman's face. She could feel the heartbreak oozing off her aura in waves as she spoke about this Kouga bastard, and she slowly began to hate him a little more with every word that fell from her friend's lips.

The sympathetic part of her wanted to silence Kagome…relieve her of reliving this agonizing portion of what she knew was her life. However, the intelligent curious part, wanted to know how, what, when, where, and more importantly, what she could do to help her heal.

“Kagome, you don't have to tell me anything else. I can see that this is hurting you more than you'd care to admit.”

Shaking her head in a negative manner, she replied, “No, it's okay. I've wanted to…needed to tell someone this story for so long that it's almost like therapy.”

Understanding exactly what her companion was saying, Sango took a sip of her wine and sat back, waiting for the tumultuous end that she was more than sure was coming.

“Kouga had just returned from one of his mysterious little disappearances when it happened.” Kagome sighed heavily as she forced herself to continue; “He'd shown up at her job earlier in the day with a huge, beautiful bouquet of roses and that grin of his that he knew melted her heart. At first, she tried to be mad at him. She tried to curse him out and tell him to go to hell, but every time she tried, he'd grin and kiss her while apologizing repeatedly. Eventually, she caved like she always did and forgave him as usual.”

“Later that night, he took her out to dinner and a movie. Afterwards, they walked for hours along the waterfront as if nothing had ever happened between them. He promised her that he'd stop disappearing the way he had been. He told her… He actually had tears in his eyes when he told her that he was truly sorry and that he knew that he was hurting her.”

Wiping away a stray tear, Kagome looked down at her hands as she gathered up what was left of her nerves, her pride and continued with her story, “That was the happiest she'd been in a very long time. She actually believed him that time. She actually thought that he meant what he said and that he would be a man of his word. It wasn't until later that she would discover that he wasn't man enough to be a man of anything.”

Allowing her head to rest back against the glass, Kagome began slowly, not realizing that she had taken the third person out of her story and made it personal, “That night we went back to his place. We lit some candles, turned on some soft, slow music and we made love like it was the first time and our last time. He made me feel as if I needn't worry about anything anymore. It was like he was telling me…trying to show me that his heart was mine and my heart was his.”

Tears trailed out the side of her eyes as she continued, “I loved him so much. As he dug deep within me, touching parts of me, I didn't know could be touched, I felt him slowly repairing every crack that he'd caused in my heart…my soul. I wanted to become one with him, that night. I wanted to die in his arms and live with his mind, just so I would never have to be without him.”

She was silent for a while, as if she had to gather the courage to continue. “I don't know when she walked in or how long she was there watching, but we'd just started making love again for the second time when I heard… When she screamed this aching, gut-wrenching cry that I swear could've torn the heavens wide open. I didn't know who she was or what she was doing there, but Kouga did. He pushed me off him so fast that I fell off the bed and smacked my head against the nightstand.”

Swallowing, she continued, her voice soft and trembling, “It took me a moment to gather my frantic mind, but when I did, I saw Kouga standing before her, the sheet we'd just been laying in wrapped around his waist. He was telling her to…begging her to calm down and let him explain. She was pissed, but I wouldn't know until later that she had every right to be.”

Flashback

Pulling up the shirt that Kouga had discarded in the heat of passion, Kagome tried to cover her nakedness as best she could as she quickly stood up and approached the screaming woman and her frantic boyfriend. She didn't know what to think or do, but she needed to get to the bottom of this. “Kouga, what's going on? Who's this?”

“Who's this? Who's this?” the irate redhead mimicked heatedly. Whipping her head around in Kagome's direction, she lashed out, “I'm his fucking mate, you dirty whore!”

Kagome stepped back as if she had been slapped! Clutching her chest, she looked at Kouga hoping that he'd refute what the woman had just said. She needed him…desperately needed him, to tell her that this woman had lost her fucking mind! But, he said nothing; he just hung his goddamn head!

Feeling like a fish out of water, Kagome screamed, “Kouga, say something! What is she talking about?” She knew enough about demons to know that mate was the equivalent of wife, but with one twist; there was no such thing as divorce. It was death and nothing less.

“Ka…Kagome, stay out of this,” Kouga mumbled pathetically as he clutched the sheet to his waist and pleaded with Ayame, with his eyes, to forgive him.

“No, fuck no! She doesn't need to stay out of this! It's quite apparent that you were just inside her, you son of a bitch! I'd say, she has everything to do with this,” Ayame screamed, slapping him across the face. “How could you do this, you bastard? We're mates! You asked me to be your fucking mate a year ago! And here you are fucking a stinking fucking human! You sorry two timing prick!”

Kagome stepped back. `A year? We've been together 2 years. He…He took a mate while we…while we were together?' Her heart dropped and her knees shook as she stared at him, praying that he'd say something, do something to stop this. To make all of this go away, but he did nothing, said nothing.

“Ayame, I'm…I'm sorry,” he whispered pitifully, in a voice almost too soft for Kagome to hear. “She…she doesn't mean anything to me. You're the one I love. You're the one I took as my mate.”

Kagome felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She felt like she had just been stabbed in the chest. She wanted to die, to disappear. How could he say that she didn't mean anything to him? How could he say that he didn't care at least a little bit for her? She'd just spent two years of her life whining over him! He'd just spent two years of his life chasing her, making sure she forgave him every time she tried to walk away, every time he screwed up. He'd just made love to her, for goodness sake!

“How long? How long have you been sleeping with her? How long have you been cheating on me? Is this why you only come home every three weeks? Is this why you keep putting off relocating, you son of a bitch?” Ayame queried impatiently. Seeing that she wasn't going to get an answer from him, she turned her attention towards Kagome. “How long has this been going on?” she demanded furiously.

Unable to stop herself, Kagome stuttered sarcastically, “Tw…two years and I don't mean anything to him.” She tried to stop herself from crying, but she couldn't hold back the tears as she stared past the fuming woman and at Kouga.

“Two years,” Ayame mimicked as she pushed him in his chest, forcing him to step back away from her. “Two fucking years?”

“I told you, she doesn't mean anything to me. She's human. You know…you know I would never take anything with a human serious,” he whimpered, glancing quickly at Kagome.

Kagome shook her head. She didn't want to believe a word of what she was standing here listening to. She didn't want to believe a bit of what she was seeing, but how could she not! He'd just said that she meant nothing to him! He'd said it twice for heaven's sake! She'd just watched him cower down to this redheaded woman and he'd said absolutely nothing to discourage the things she said.

She felt foolish, naked, used and, more than anything else, betrayed.

End Flashback

“I gathered up what was left of my pride, and tried to run out of there as fast as I could, but she stopped me.” Kagome hung her head and closed her eyes again as she continued, “She slapped me and I couldn't…I couldn't do a damn thing, because I was wrong. I was sleeping with her husband…her mate. She had every right to hit me and I had none to hit back.”

With tears in her eyes, Sango murmured, “Kagome, I'm so sorry that happened to you. You just tell me where that bastard is and I'll hunt his sorry ass down, I promise you I will.”

Kagome giggled softly, but disregarded her friend's statement. “I remember I was standing in the hallway, getting dressed, when an older married couple passed me. They shook their heads disapprovingly as I tried to quickly fasten my bra and that's when I knew I'd hit rock bottom. I cried so much that night, and the night after that, and the night after that, until I just couldn't cry anymore.”

She sighed heavily, and then continued, “He never called me and he never came by to explain. It was like I never existed. I wasn't able to deal with him being in the same city as me… I couldn't handle the idea that he was really married and therefore off limits to me, so I ran. I came here to Tokyo.” Sighing softly, she finished, “I thought if I left, I would be leaving him behind as well, but he…both of them followed me here. They're in my head all the time, taunting me and reminding of how stupid I was, and how the man that I loved was really never mine to love in the first place.

Sango rose up on her knees and wrapped Kagome in a tight, possessive embrace as if she was trying to protect her from the world. She wanted to say something…needed to say something that would make her friend feel better, but she couldn't come up with anything. So she held Kagome tighter as tears that she wasn't aware she was about to shed started to fall from her eyes.

After a moment, the two women finally separated and Sango looked at Kagome with a smile on her face. “None of that was your fault, you do know that don't you? Kouga was a bastard and never even remotely worthy of all that you have to offer.” Running her hand down the side of Kagome's cheek, she finished, “When you're ready to go bash his fucking head in, call me. I'll always be down for that ride.”

Kagome smiled genuinely as tears came to her eyes. She'd really found a true friend in this woman. “Thank you, Sango. Thank you for listening.”

Standing up, Sango shuffled over to the counter and grabbed the bottle of wine. Sashaying back towards her friend, she was determined to lighten the mood. Refilling her glass then Kagome's, she spoke, “Don't you let that hold you down anymore than it already has. Besides, the only way to get over a few bad relationships, or just one really bad one, is with one extraordinary fuck.”

Picking up her glass, Kagome replied with a chuckle, relieved that she was finally able to speak the truth to someone she trusted and not be judged for her stupidity, “To hell with relationships, I think I'll get a dog instead.”

Both women laughed heartily.

Kagome could feel her heart begin to mend ever so slightly and she smiled at her friend, who was now chattering away about something perverted Miroku had done. `Tonight was a really good night,' she thought as she sighed contentedly for the first time in months.

Until Next Time…(Your .02 cents are greatly appreciated.)

Next Chapter: Sunny Sunday Afternoons

Acknowledgements:

~ cwillia ~ InuGoddess715 ~ Zetsuii ~ angel-up-above-heaven ~