InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Segunda Oportunidad ❯ Eternity ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: A lot of people were asking if I'm still alive…… and why I haven't been updating for a while…….. gomen….. gomen…….. of course I'm still alive, I'm just a little bit blank minded recently…….. gomenasai………..

Especial note to Lau, who sent me an Inuyasha e-card ^___^ ARIGATOU GOZAIMASU!!!! AND THANK YOU TO ALL THOSE WHO TOLD ME WHAT SECOND CHANCE IN SPANISH IS!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

Disclaimer: (bends backwards, left hand on hips, right hand up in the air) OLLLL DHAT JAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!

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Segunda Oportunidad

Chapter 2: Eternity

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"Damn! That was fast! Just last week they were fighting and now their getting divorce! Worst of all, Inuyasha didn't said anything when Kagome sent the divorce papers! It's like he was already expecting it and………. and……… aaaaaaaarrrggghh!" Sango exclaimed angrily as she sat heavily on Miroku's bed.

Miroku came out of the shower, still wet, with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water was still dripping from his raven hair which wasn't held by a pony tail that time. Sango just stared at him as he flashed one of his seductive smiles.

"You'll get your carpet wet." She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head while smiling teasingly.

"Only the carpet?" He teased back. And he sure hit a nerve.

"Hentai!" Sango shouted as she removed her stiletto and threw it on Miroku's face, hitting directly his nose in the process.

"Awww…. Dhat dhurts Sang-go! Its dot like you dever sow me daked before!"

"C'mon Miroku! Be serious! We shouldn't let this happen!" Sango exclaimed as she crossed her arms on her chest. She was wearing her usual high ponytail and her white sleeveless skirt that reached just a few inches above her knees.

They were inside Miroku's room in his apartment. The room was covered in a very fluffy white carpet. All furniture and bed were either black or white giving a manly touch for the motif. From the black bed sheet to the white pillows. From the simple white and black wall paper to the white Venetian blind. From the black study table to the black chair with white cushion. Assorted beanbags were scattered on the carpet, but with different colors. Red, violet, mint green and Prussian blue. And nope, he doesn't like those kinds of stuffs. They're placed there for two reasons; one is for her best female friend Sango, who has some unusual taste for those kinds of things. Two is for…….. errr other purposes like for example when he has some `female' visitors. You get the hint.

"Sango, Sango, Sango," Miroku said as he picked himself up from the floor and walked towards his white closet.

"We shouldn't get ourselves involve, ya know? That's their own problem. They have to get through with this with their own." Miroku said while grabbing a long sleeved gray cotton shirt and a pair of baggy pants and put it on the chair. When he grabbed a pair of boxer shorts, he looked at her.

"Ummm……….. duh! Will you mind? I'm getting dressed here." He said while mocking her.

"As if I'm interested! I'll just close my eyes. Your living room gives me the creeps." Sango rolled her eyes. Her arms were still crossed and now she shifted to cross her legs as well.

"How will I know that you won't take a peek?" Miroku said with amusement in his eyes.

"Awww puhleeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzeeee! Get dressed already!!!! And why? You get shy at me? What about those women you bedded? You didn't have shy when you were….. argh!"

"That's different. But if you like we could do that too." He flashed another smile.

"Shut up and get dress!"

"Sure sweet. Just close your eyes, but I won't mind if you would like to take a peek." He grinned.

"Stop playing with me and get dress!"

"Sure sweet." She finally closed her eyes as she saw him removing the knots of the towel around his waist.

"As I was saying……. We shouldn't get ourselves involve with their problem." He was now wearing his pants while walking towards her. As he finished wearing his shirt, he flopped down on his bed beside Sango who immediately opened her eyes the moment she felt him near her. She gazed at him while he was playing with the string to be used for his small ponytail while staring at his own ceiling. Then he looked at her.

"We have our own problems to be solved. And I don't mean our own personal problems…… what I mean is….." He sat up while fixing his ponytail then leaned on his hands against the bed. He stared on the two birds that were playing at the tiled ground outside the veranda with pretty flowers surrounding them. Soft wind blew gently that made the curtain of the glass door which leads to the veranda, pretty leaves and flowers of the plants sway in an unknown gentle rhythm.

"OUR problem." He tilted his head to look at her.

"Miroku………." She sighed deeply. "I already told you that-

"I know, I know…………. but I'm still willing to wait. I just hope that your family-

"Miroku……… please………." She covered her face with both her hands while having deep sighs. Her elbows pressed against her knees.

"Ok….. ok….. I'll shut up now." He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. It's not one of those genuine smiles of his. He pressed her against his chest as she continues to sob. She was crying, alright. And he can't help it. He traced circles on her back while soothing her.

"I'm sorry………… please stop crying or else your make up will get smudged." He cupped her face and gave her a smile. He wiped her tears with his thumb then hugged her again.

"I'm sorry……….." Sango whispered while staring at the two birds that were now picking up some small dried stems and playing tug o' war. He put his chin on her head while pressing her against him more tightly.

"Don't be sorry……... just forget what I said………." He whispered back.

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Later. Night, in a bar.

"Oi!" A white haired man in a red long sleeved cotton shirt called out. He was sitting on a stool at the counter. His eyes were half open while waving his wine glass above the air. The way he acts, obviously he was drunk.

"Give me *hic* another one!" called the man. The bartender approached him immediately.

"Sir………. Ummmm….. it's already our closing time………… and I don't think you can-

"God damn it! What do you need?!! Money?!!" He desperately searched through his pockets and finally found a couple of crumpled hundred bucks. He slammed it on the counter. The bartender's eyes sparkled at the sight of the money, and then nodded absentmindedly.

As the bartender prepared a couple of mixes, a woman with a long black silky hair, wearing black tinted shades, in a sky blue tube top and a leather miniskirt entered. She sat on a stool at the farther left of the counter, near the place where the bartender was preparing the man's drink.

"Ummm………. Ma'am, I'm really sorry, but it's already our closing time." The bartender said with an apologetic smile.

"Really? Then what's that man doing here?" The woman raised an eyebrow, her shades sliding slightly on her nose, showing a glimpse of deep brown eyes.

"Well ma'am……….. ummm, he's kind of a special customer," the bartender rubbed the back of his neck, smiling awkwardly.

"And I'm not? I didn't know that bars these days have some special treatment and favoritism." The woman shifted for more comfort while crossing her white creamy legs, laying her elbows on the counter then her hands cupping her chin. She stared at the bartender demandingly, raising her single line eyebrows at the process.

"Errr….. well…."

"Forget about it. I came here `cause I need something from you," the bartender just stared at her in confusion.

"From me?"

"Yeah. That drink your preparing, that's for the man over there right?" She pointed at the drunken man's direction who was now singing "Baby can I hold you *hic* tonight?"

"Y-yes ma'am…………" he still stared at her in confusion while she was now searching something from her purse.

"Here." She said, handling a huge amount of money. "You'll get these if you would help me."

The bartender's face lightened up the moment he saw the money. `This must be my lucky day!' he thought.

"Sure ma'am. What does your little heart desires and wishes me to do?"

"Good." The woman smiled evilly as she continued, "I need you to put this in that drink." Her mischievous smile never leaving her serene face as she held out a small plastic with a white powder in it. He looked at the plastic then to her face.

"Is that all you would like me to do ma'am?" He asked.

"No. I need you to help me carry him in my car the moment he got knocked out."

"Sure ma'am."

"And I need you to shut up to whoever asks questions about him."

"Definitely, ma'am."

"Good"

"Umm….. ma'am? I presume you're an ex?"

"I presume you shut your mouth and stop asking me questions." The bartender was taken back.

"But since you asked, yes, I'm his ex and I would love to kill his wife, if you'd like to know."

That's all her last words as she stood up and left the money and the plastic, walking towards the drunken man's direction. He was looking at a piece of paper while drinking his glass of wine. She quickly got his attention the moment she got a few feet closer. His eyes quickly turned from tired to wildly awake. His amber eyes blazed in anger.

"You bitch! What the fuck are you doing here?!!!" He bellowed.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Is that the way treat your mistress, Inuyasha?" She asked while sitting one stool before his.

"You're not my mistress, you fucking bitch! Go to Hell!" He growled.

"You bet I will. But you have to come with me." She smirked then stood up and heads towards the exit.

The bartender approached him, already with his drink as the glass door slammed, her retreating form slowly fade away into darkness.

"Is there any problem, sir?" He asked as he looked at him, masking a concerned face.

"No, nothing. Just let me finish my drink then I'm outta here."

"Sure sir." A malicious smile spread across the bartender's face.

A few seconds passed………….

"Hey." He started, waving his hand a little causing the wine in the glass to stagger a little.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" he asked. The bartender blushed a little like a teenager who was in loved for the first time.

"Ummm…… I had one before, sir." He answered but you could see on his face the disgusted look.

"Did you love her?" he asked again, still playing with his wine glass while looking at the paper he was reading for the nth time that night.

"Of course sir! But she always gets on my nerve so things didn't work out." He replied angrily.

"I just like to ask, what you would do if she became your wife and she sent you a divorce paper?" he held out the paper he was holding and showed him an unsigned divorce paper. "Will you sign it?"

"Fortunately yes sir. Since we doesn't really get along with each other. I can't even imagine me getting married to her." The last word came out of his mouth with an unsure tone in his voice.

"Well you see *hic* this is the divorce paper I have to sign so I and my *hic* wife will be officially separated………" he sighed deeply.

The bartender's brow furrowed in sympathy, "That's sad to hear sir, did you sign it?"

"Hell not!! That wench is so stubborn she doesn't *hic* want to speak to me to settle damned things first!!" He drunk the first glass of his wine straight then grabbed the next one while sighing deeply.

The bartender listened carefully as he blabbered continuously. But you could see it in his eyes that he was interested.

"I admit, we always *hic* fight. We argued at the smallest thing you could ever think about. When we got married and moved in together, we *hic* fought where and how to place our damned things. How to cook foods and what food we'll eat. I also got to the point where I almost wanted to *hic* tie her under the pine tree outside our house and let the mosquitoes eat the hell outta her." The bartender listened carefully at what he was saying. It really caught his complete attention and interest. `Maybe that is our future if we got married.' He thought. Then Inuyasha continues, "Would you believe? We also argued at who will be on *hic* top and who will be at the *hic* bottom!! If we would do it on the bed or just on the floor!!! I like it *hic* rough, she likes it gentle!!" Inuyasha shook his head in dismay, then combed his bangs with his fingers. The bartender listened carefully.

"You saw that *hic* bitch? The one who came here a while ago? She's another reason why my wife wants to divorce me. She caught us or rather her, doing something to me. That bitch planned it all along. She's my *hic* ex-girlfriend. I don't have any idea how she got inside our house. I was taking a nap on our couch when she jumped on me. I didn't even felt her came in! That bitch acts like a cat! She was already half naked and I knew she was up to something, like what she always did! I yelled at her and tried to push her while I got up, but she clamped her hands so tight, she *hic* didn't fell when I sat up and to make things worse, she moaned so loud and I'm not even doing anything to her!!! That's when I heard a *hic* thump behind the door, and I saw my wife crying. That bitch!! She knew my wife was there and she planned it all along!!! My wife *hic* run outside and I followed her but she didn't listen to me. Like what always happens. She never listens!!! She didn't give me an opportunity to explain and clear things up!!!!!"

The bartender thought that maybe what he was doing now isn't bad after all. Maybe that ex-girlfriend of this man in front of him loved him very much and because he isn't naturally a bad guy, he would definitely help her since at the sound of things, this man doesn't love his wife at all. And he thought at that moment that maybe, just maybe, this man will live a lot happier than with his wife. Imagine, he had money and at the same time he had helped this poor sad guy!! How lucky he was!!

"It's like we're positive and negative. North Pole and South Pole. In short, we're not compatible! We like what each other's doesn't like! You got me, right?" He asked him while drinking half of the wine. The bartender gulped when he saw that the next wine glass he would drink after the one he was holding now was the drugged one. But then he forgot it all when curiosity came upon him.

"If that's the case sir, I don't understand why you won't like to sign that paper. You said it yourself, you're not compatible, if you would ask me, divorce is the best answer to your problem." He shrugged.

"I don't understand it either," he finished his previous glass then grabbed the next one. The bartender felt like there were two mice playing hide and seek inside his chest when he saw he was now preparing to drink the drugged one.

"We fight every day, every night. What I don't understand is I feel like the day would never be completed if we won't fight. And I know she feels that way too." He sighed.

"But still, you two are not compatible. It can't stay like that forever, sir, because marriage is a forever contract." The bartender declaimed, he was looking at the wine glass Inuyasha was playing. He doesn't get it why now, he has this urge to stop him from drinking that wine.

"Yeah. Forever contract. I don't want to be with her forever, that'll mean a forever war-like life!!" He laughed so loud, and the bartender laughed along with him. The whole bar filled with laughter. After the laughing faded away, Inuyasha spoke again. He didn't know why but he saw sadness in his deep amber eyes. And with this last word of his, the bartender knew why he wanted to stop him from drinking the wine;

"But the sad part is……......... I love to spend eternity with her………. I love that damn wench……….." He looked at him and smiled sadly, then looked at the wine glass he was holding, and then spoke again, "Sad but true………." He was going to drink the wine but then the bartender stopped him.

"Wait……!" The bartender spoke abruptly; causing Inuyasha to look at him with a curious look. He felt like cold icy water was thrown all over him. He never felt THAT guilty in his whole life. This man loves his wife for crying out loud!! Just like what he felt for her girlfriend before. He never wanted to let her go. Why? Because he loved her too, like this man in front of him. Despite all of their arguments and incompatibilities.

He was going to tell him everything about the wine when his eyes caught something outside the bar. The woman before was there, looking at him with blazing eyes. He knew that she knew he was going to stop the man from drinking the wine, because there she is, with a gun pointed at him. He gulped then looked at Inuyasha again.

"N-nothing…………" Inuyasha just shrugged then he drank the wine straight. A few moments later, Inuyasha spoke.

"Gee………. I think I had enough of it…………. I feel so dizzy……." Inuyasha stood up but he swayed, almost falling on the ground. The bartender quickly came out of the counter and helped him. You could see the guilt in his eyes as he helped Inuyasha to get on his feet.

"I never felt like this before………. might as well go home now…………. Maybe my wife decided to come home and talk to me now. That's one of the things I like about her………. Hehehehe…………then we could play some of my favorite `games 'again like we always do………. Hee hee hee………. " The bartender tried to laugh but it sounded like a deep continues sigh.

Inuyasha continued to mumble things like, "I promise I will never argued her again……." and "Please come home……." After a few more second, Inuyasha fell asleep. That's when Kikyou entered the bar.

"Took you long enough." She said as she helped him to drag Inuyasha outside the bar.

"I don't think this is a good idea ma'am…….." He grunted as he shifted Inuyasha for more comfortable position.

"How about this idea," she showed him her revolver and he gulped as his response. She continued, "Just as I thought. I knew you'll try to stop me, that's why I got myself ready. Mutter a word to the police and you'll find your self begging for you life. I have many contacts. You'll be watch by some of my men, so be sure to watch your back." They finally reached her car then they put Inuyasha inside, on the backseat. Then she faced him.

"It's a pleasure to have a business with you, sir. I hope we meet again." She smiled evilly, showing her perfect white line of teeth while she held out her hand.

The bartender just stared at it then to her face. "I hope you'll have a nice travel, ma'am. God bless your soul." He said in sarcasm. She just took her hand back then smirked.

"Remember honey, one word to the police-

"I know! Bitch!" the bartender growled.

"Watch your mouth boy. Oh wait………. Since I'm not sure about you and the ability of my men to watch you……… I'll just watch one of your love ones." She said while getting inside her car. She started the engine then opened the window, flashing a wicked smile.

"You can't fool me. I don't have any love ones. My parents were both dead. I don't have any brothers and sisters." He grinned at her too. And besides, he doesn't have any close friend too aside from………

"Oh really? How about Aiojo Ayame? Hmm? What is she to you? Have you forgotten all about her already?" That's all she said then left, but not before flashing one of her wicked smile while laughing like a witch. Leaving some dust and smoke behind. The bartender was stunned at her last statement. He stared at the car's retreating form. The name she mentioned keeps repeating like an echo in his head.

Ayame. Aiojo Ayame. How could he forget that name? For that is the name of the only girlfriend he had and ex-girlfriend he have.

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