InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cafe In Manahatta ❯ Part Seventeen ( Chapter 17 )

[ 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: 06.17.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 453 | 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 Seventeen
 
 
I didn't want to leave bed on Monday. There was no point in doing so. I just wanted to lay there and hope that the numbness that I felt in my heart would dim into nothing. Bed was warm and comfortable. It was something that I could trust. It was soft. The sheets were like blankets of comfort that wrapped around me and kept me protected from the world. My pillow was like a motionless lover that held my head on his chest as he tried to make everything bad disappear.
 
After I closed the café yesterday, I went up to my apartment and showered in very, very hot water before I went to bed. I did not plan on opening shop today. I thought about going down and writing a note to stick on the front door:
 
CLOSED FOR THE DAY.
OWNER SICK.
 
I couldn't do that though. People would get the idea when they tried the door and saw that it wouldn't open. My phone rang a lot, and I was sure that it was Kagome checking on me. She could wait…I just needed to be alone that day.
 
Eventually, I pulled myself out of bed and down to the kitchen. If I had known what I was going to make, I never would have gone. I found hot chocolate warming my hands, but I refused to drink it.
 
“It would be a great business venture,” my White Rose cooed out of nowhere.
 
I turned around, thinking that I would see him there, but I saw nothing.
 
“People like variety.”
 
Was I going mad?
 
“Hot chocolate would give them something else to choose from other then coffee.”
 
“Please,” I whimpered out to no one. “Haven't I made a fool of myself already? What more do you want from me?”
 
“But darling,” his voice purred, and I felt two arm's wrap around my waist and his breath tickled my ear. “How can I think that you're a fool when I love you?”
 
I spun around and flung my drink at nothing, leaving only a chocolaty mess for me to clean up. My hands began shaking as I looked down at the brown puddle at my feet.
 
This was madness. I was going crazy.
 
I could feel my eyes begin to sting once more.
 
“What is wrong with me?”
 
My voice didn't sound like mine. It sounded hoarse, just like it did when Joe died.
 
“If only you were here now,” I whispered brokenly. “If only I could hold you one last time. I miss you so much. So much that I have lost my mind.”
 
I cried myself to sleep on my kitchen floor. I didn't wake up again until I felt a cold compress on my forehead. Slowly, I opened my eyes.
 
“What are you doing here?”
 
“I am your sister...I knew that you needed me. You haven't been answering any of my calls, and I was worried. Turns out, I had every right to be worried too. Kikyo…what happened to you?”
 
“I drank hot chocolate?”
 
“And then spit it out? And fell asleep on the floor?”
 
“Kaggie…please…”
 
“Don't `Kaggie' me! What happened? Kikyo…this is so unlike you.”
 
“I…” I looked away from her. I knew that I couldn't tell her what happened with my White Rose. I was her older sister. I was someone she looked up to. I never made blunders like the one from yesterday…and I never have…images of people I don't know.
 
“Forget it,” she whispered pulling me up to my feet. “I'm here, and I'm going to make sure that you pull yourself back together.”
 
I had the best sister in the world.
 
I wish I could say that now.
 
 
 
 
 
A/N: PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I SWAER THAT I WILL BE ABLE TO POST EVERYDAY AGAIN!!!! And I will get to the AR's! Just be patient with me! Life has been hectic with my dad, and my sister, and graduation…but now that things have cooled off, I can get back to writing and posting everyday, I swear! Thank you to everyone that has read and reviewed up to this point! It means a lot to me :D. I am starting to post this story on wordpress, and for those of you that have read WR and are a member of the home page site thing, I think that I am gonna move it to there to. Here are links:
 
http://the café in manahatta. Wordpress .com
 
http://white rose 2009. wordpress .com/
 
(Take out the spaces) Opinions on sites? You can't read White Rose because it is password protected…but if you want to, you need to review and ask me for the password.
 
On that note…
 
PLEASE REVIEW TO SHOW ME YOU STILL CARE (…or something like that…)