InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Pride, Before the Fall ❯ The Weight ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Langus 
Takes place 12 hours prior.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.07.2009 | Updated On: 11.07.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 481 | Visits: 238 | Status: Completed
Takes place 12 hours prior.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.07.2009 | Updated On: 11.07.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 481 | Visits: 238 | Status: Completed
Chapter: 4
It was because of perfect moments like this one that she looked forward to waking up each morning; long, endless moments when the world was put on hold and they existed only in the present.
A trickle of warm air tickled her neck; its steady, silent rhythm spoke of a sound, dreamless sleep. She snuggled deeper into the familiar embrace of the heavy arm draped around her midsection and let her mind wander.
They’d shared 900 perfect mornings and with all her heart she wished that this one could be like the rest. Instead, a cold and anxious fear gripped her heart.
The first stirrings of wakefulness from the regal figure next to her brought up memories of Hojo’s late night phone call, his frantic plea and her reluctant promise to meet with him. The panic that’d underlain his tone left her insides twisting into anxious knots.
How bad could the test results be?
In the next room the shower hissed to life. She watched the steam roll out from under the bathroom door and debated whether to say anything. He’d been busy lately, with many long nights at the office courtesy of a pending multi-million dollar contract. It felt selfish to trouble him with this. He’d have questions, lots of questions, and she wanted answers to give him.
He returned while she was still exploring the closet. She found his favourite dress and held it up in front of the mirror. He liked the colour, and the way it hugged her curves. It’d feel good to wear something that reminded her of him today.
“Do you think you’ll be late tonight?” she asked, slipping it on.
He grunted as he knotted his tie.
“Once this deal closes, no more late nights. I promise.”
She nodded, comforted by the sincerity of his words.
“Ready to go?”
He waited for her at the door, looking statuesque and inhumanly beautiful in his charcoal black suit.
Sorely in need of some borrowed courage, she stepped into his embrace for one last perfect moment. He held her close, the weight of his arms bearing the promise of comfort and protection. She could’ve stayed in them forever…
Reluctantly she stepped out of their hold and straightened his tie. He smiled and she returned it, her expression betraying none of the fears that had her insides quaking.
Linking her fingers with his, she nodded.
“I’m ready.”
Author's Note: This chapter takes place 12 hours before "The Ugly Truth".
The theme for this week was "Ready", to be covered in 400 words exactly.
It was because of perfect moments like this one that she looked forward to waking up each morning; long, endless moments when the world was put on hold and they existed only in the present.
A trickle of warm air tickled her neck; its steady, silent rhythm spoke of a sound, dreamless sleep. She snuggled deeper into the familiar embrace of the heavy arm draped around her midsection and let her mind wander.
They’d shared 900 perfect mornings and with all her heart she wished that this one could be like the rest. Instead, a cold and anxious fear gripped her heart.
The first stirrings of wakefulness from the regal figure next to her brought up memories of Hojo’s late night phone call, his frantic plea and her reluctant promise to meet with him. The panic that’d underlain his tone left her insides twisting into anxious knots.
How bad could the test results be?
In the next room the shower hissed to life. She watched the steam roll out from under the bathroom door and debated whether to say anything. He’d been busy lately, with many long nights at the office courtesy of a pending multi-million dollar contract. It felt selfish to trouble him with this. He’d have questions, lots of questions, and she wanted answers to give him.
He returned while she was still exploring the closet. She found his favourite dress and held it up in front of the mirror. He liked the colour, and the way it hugged her curves. It’d feel good to wear something that reminded her of him today.
“Do you think you’ll be late tonight?” she asked, slipping it on.
He grunted as he knotted his tie.
“Once this deal closes, no more late nights. I promise.”
She nodded, comforted by the sincerity of his words.
“Ready to go?”
He waited for her at the door, looking statuesque and inhumanly beautiful in his charcoal black suit.
Sorely in need of some borrowed courage, she stepped into his embrace for one last perfect moment. He held her close, the weight of his arms bearing the promise of comfort and protection. She could’ve stayed in them forever…
Reluctantly she stepped out of their hold and straightened his tie. He smiled and she returned it, her expression betraying none of the fears that had her insides quaking.
Linking her fingers with his, she nodded.
“I’m ready.”
Author's Note: This chapter takes place 12 hours before "The Ugly Truth".
The theme for this week was "Ready", to be covered in 400 words exactly.