InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cafe In Manahatta ❯ Part Six ( Chapter 6 )
[ 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: 04.17.2009 | Updated On: 04.17.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 700 | 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: 04.17.2009 | Updated On: 04.17.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 700 | 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 Six
The next three months were the same…almost. My White Rose would stop in every Saturday morning, and every Sunday evening. I could tell when he was going to stay or go though because of the laptop. Sometimes he would order an extra cup of coffee and a muffin: always a new one that had never been tried by anyone before.
“To stay or to go?”
That was the only thing I ever said to him, and I felt a comfort overcome me with that single question, and his simple response. My heart warmed whenever he replied, and a tingle raced up my spine when I touched the palm of his hand.
I gave him coffee and I gave him a scone. He gave me peace of mind and comfort.
My sister stopped by one day and asked if she could help me bake for a few days.
I never saw the harm. I should have, for all she wanted to learn how to make were blueberry scones.
“I have been eating a lot of them lately,” she told me when I asked why. It was true. She had been. She had become a little less adventurous. “I really like what you have been doing with them. I am surprised that I didn't try them sooner, but they are really good. I like them more then chocolate death.”
I took her under my wing. Taught her everything I knew about it, and soon, she was just as good as I was at making them, if not better.
“You are too stingy with your blueberries,” she told me one day. “People like them more with extra blueberries.”
She was right. They tasted better that way, and they were selling faster then before.
One Friday night, she came in with a shopping bag full of grocery supplies.
“Can I use your kitchen? I'll clean up, I swear!”
“Sure,” I told her, pressing the palms of my hands against my ears when she squealed and sang out praises to the entire café. I had to man handle her back to the kitchen to get her to stop talking for just a few minutes.
She stayed in there until closing.
“Did you pass out Kagome?” I called back to her as I walked to the kitchen. She was covered with flour smudges on her cheek, and her fingers were sticky with a blueberry, egg, flour paste.
“No…but I am almost finished.”
“What have you been doing?” I demanded, walking over to see several Tupperware containers filled with the scones.
“Cooking,” she giggled. “That is what most people do in the kitchen you know.”
“You made a mess of yourself.”
“Eh. I'll be fine. Besides, Inuyasha will take care of me when I stop by. I am sure that he won't mind licking it off of me.”
I froze. When had Kagome started to keep secrets from me? I knew all of her friends, and none of them were called Inuyasha, and while there were a few guys that would be willing to lick stuff off of her, I knew that she wouldn't let any of them because of her past.
“Inuyasha?”
I saw her stiffen and the laughter left the room. Everything was cold and still. I could tell that she hadn't wanted to tell me that.
“Who is Inuyasha?” I asked again. “Kagome? Are you dating someone and you never told me?”
“Kikyo…I…I wanted to tell you but…” she sighed and I could tell that she wanted to run her hand through her hair, but didn't.
“So you are.”
“I am.”
“And you didn't tell me because, why exactly? We tell each other everything. Why didn't you tell me about him too?”
“Because of Na—”
“Don't,” I hissed, “say his name.”
“Fine then. Because after Joe died, you died, and I couldn't bring my love life into a life where you were so broken.”
“Get out,” I snarled.
“I need to clean up.”
“I'll do it. Just leave.”
She did.
A/N: Speaking of getting out…the names are out! Yay! Now that people see that this story is being told through Kikyo's eyes, can you understand why I wanted you to get into the story first? I am not a hater, nor am I a lover of Kikyo. I am a neutral, but I feel as if it would be nice to have a good story, written by a die hard Inu/Kag writer, write something nice staring her. I know that she is a bit bitchy and cruel in this chapter (kinda goes against what I just said…) but please…give this a chance. She rights her wrong. We still don't know who the `poet' is, but that will come out in time.
Thank you to everyone that has read and reviewed!
Thanks too to vampire-fetish15 and kittykritik on FF who are proving to be die-hards so far…much love to ya! Thanks also to jengablockk and Captain Libeka!
Also, thanks to xXmika_ookamiXx, the only person to review me on IY fics (and I KNOW other people are reading this.)
Thanks also to those on MM, like kokoronagomu, BD (yeah…you got it right :-P). Special thanks to my other two die-hards, angel-up-above-heaven and jflorea!
I know that this isn't the end of the story, but I have a bad feeling about reading and reviewing from here on out, so I wanted to give props while people still are.
Now for the AR's!
To: kokoronagomu
All I can say is that she has started to date Inuyasha. I don't know if the messy hair gives it away or not…but there are two or three guys that can be described with that if it is down and short: Inuyasha, Miroku, and Koga. 10 times outa nine though, it is Inuyasha, but that doesn't mean that Inuyasha is the `poet'. Things will be a little turbulent over the next few chapters, but you will just have to wait and see what happens. Thanks for the review, and keep reading!