InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cafe In Manahatta ❯ Part Four ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: lil6ter 
The coffee was hot. Steaming hot as I poured it into his cup. It warmed my hands through the pristine white china. I set it down on his tray, smelling it and closing my eyes. His lips would touch the crisp edge of this cup. The coffee would pour into his mouth and warm it. He would bite into the scone that I have prepared for him with love, care, and extra everything. I set this one aside from the rest. He has been coming to my little cafe every Saturday and Sunday since it opened. He sits in the same place, drinks the same coffee, eats the same scones. He is my beautiful constant, and one day, I will build up the courage I need to go over there and talk to him and stop loving him from afar.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama / Shoujo | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.16.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 744 | Status: Completed
The coffee was hot. Steaming hot as I poured it into his cup. It warmed my hands through the pristine white china. I set it down on his tray, smelling it and closing my eyes. His lips would touch the crisp edge of this cup. The coffee would pour into his mouth and warm it. He would bite into the scone that I have prepared for him with love, care, and extra everything. I set this one aside from the rest. He has been coming to my little cafe every Saturday and Sunday since it opened. He sits in the same place, drinks the same coffee, eats the same scones. He is my beautiful constant, and one day, I will build up the courage I need to go over there and talk to him and stop loving him from afar.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama / Shoujo | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.16.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 744 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I love the only Inuyasha related thing I own. My cute little chibi inu key-chain which lives out its happy life on my iPod making fashion statements everywhere (Ha! Take that Parris Hilton! You want something hot? Then look at my iPod cuz it's so cute and knows how to accessorize.)
The Café In Manahatta
By: lil6ter
Part Four
Monday through Friday was uneventful, but nice. I was starting to see who my regulars were, and who were the ones that would want to stay, and who were the ones that would stop and then go. My sister was a regular. She would come in every day, no matter what.
She kept a close eye on me. I think that it was because she was afraid of what would happen to me because Joe wasn't here. I slipped into a depression of sorts after I laid the daffodils upon his grave. Daffodils are my favorite flower, and the first kind that he ever gave me. I was going to have daffodils in my wedding bouquet. Now, I can't look at a daffodil without tears springing to my eyes.
I saw her everyday for at least a few minutes when she would grab a muffin or a scone and some coffee, but never the same thing. She was unpredictable in that way.
I saw him again Saturday morning. He came in with his messy hair, and asked for coffee and a blueberry scone.
“For here or to go?”
“For here.”
I pour him the coffee and gave him his scone. He gave me ten dollars, and shifted the strap of his laptop bag. He walked over to his little corner and lifted his laptop out of his bag and started typing away. I could just imagine the words that he was writing.
A White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
~ John Boyle O'Reilly
I knew that he was not writing that per say, but oh, how I let my mind wander! I couldn't help but imagine the soft words that his fingers produced on that keyboard. I needed a name for him though, for I did not want to continue to call him, him. I couldn't call him just anything though, because there wasn't a name that would really sum him up. I called him my white rose, because I believed that he would be my white knight, and I believed that he wrote poetry of love and passion.
I saw him again on Sunday evening, and then I saw him once more on Saturday morning. I was quickly becoming attuned to his routine, and I enjoyed his constant presence immensely.
I think that that is why I was so concerned when one Sunday evening he never showed up. I kept the café open longer then I normally do, but he never came. I was immensely troubled by this. Things felt off at the café without him there.
Monday evening, My dearest sister came to visit. She was even happier then usual, and had a more defined bounce in her step.
“Can I raid your recipes?” she asked.
I raised my eyebrow in suspicion.
“Why?”
“No reason,” she replied smoothly, staring at her fingernails, but I knew that there was something more to it. I chose to question her about it later though, for I knew that if she didn't want to share, I wouldn't get anywhere with her. I reached into my jeans and pulled out the keys to the door that leads to some stairs, which lead to another door. That door needed the second key that I gave her.
I live here above the café. Joe and I were going to live here…but that was before he died. I just couldn't get myself to rent out the space because it was part of our dream and I didn't want anyone else to take it from me.
“You know where they are?” I asked the squealing woman.
“Yup! Thanks sis! I really need this!”
“Why?”
“No reason,” she countered giggling as she ran to the door and unlocked it.
I never noticed that her purse strap looked worse for wear.
A/N: Again…no names…but the plot thickens a bit in this chapter, you just don't know it yet (but I bet I have some close readers who are catching on) :D. So far I have one guess as to who's who from angel-up-above-heaven. Much love to ya. Her guess is that the café owner is Sango, the sister is Kagome, and the writer is Miroku. I won't say if it's right or not…but defiantly a possibility. I will tell you this though…we have a few more chapters to go. I really really want you to just get to know them first though. I DID leave a hint in this chapter though. Thank you so much to everyone that has reviewed so far! I love it and it keeps me updating everyday (which I am guessing people like, especially since the chapters are short)!
Now for the ARs!
To: jflorea
Thanks! I never intended for the format to be like this, but it just happened. It is completely and entirely new, and it is giving me a challenge. I like it :D. Ah…so you are keeping that in the back of you mind eh? Well, I will tell you this: it is major. I gave the “writer” a “name” so that should help some, but just a few more chapters and then you will have real names to attach to them, so hang in there! Thanks so much for the review, and keep reading!
To: angel-up-above-heaven
Hehehe…well…I can't say one way or the other (for obvious reasons) but that is a very good guess so far. If it is Sango (might not be though) her late Fiancé would be Takeda Nobunaga, just because there is so little of him, and they bumped into each other when they met. I won't make you wait too much longer…just hold out for a bit more!