InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cafe In Manahatta ❯ Part Twenty One ( Chapter 21 )
[ 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: 06.22.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 436 | 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: 06.22.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 436 | 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 Twenty One
I stared at him for so long that he must have thought that I truly was crazy. How could he not? How could I not think that I am crazy? After all I had been through as of late, I should have been second guessing what I was seeing right before me, but no. I wasn't. It was for the best, I suppose, this time around. After all, it really was him in the end.
“You look surprised to see me.”
His voice brought me out of my stupor, and my cheeks heated under his gaze.
I couldn't find my voice, so all I did was nod my head. I twisted the necklace charm around my neck and bit my lip as I waited for speech to return to me. I hated the fact that I was rendered so helpless and crazy by this man. Literally crazy.
“To stay, or to go,” I croaked.
“To stay.”
I felt my heart jump into my throat, and I suddenly felt light headed. He wanted to stay and drink coffee, and order a scone, after I had asked him to strip for me three weeks earlier? Not strip per say, truth be told, but he certainly would not have been wearing any clothing since it would have been in my dryer.
I nodded and immediately began gathering the things for his order. The pristine white cup. The steaming of coffee. The white china saucer. The blueberry scone. I arranged everything just so, and handed it to him, and he gave me a ten in return.
“Thank you…and enjoy,” I told him. He raised his eyebrow as he put his change away. This was the first time that I had said anything else in our interaction. It was rather unusual, and I was astounded by my moxie.
I watched him sit down at a table on the other side of the room, in his cozy little spot, and take out his laptop.
I could not stop myself from admiring his profile, and the way his brow furrowed in thought and concentration. I longed to go over there and see what poetry he was writing now, but I stopped myself from doing anything that would embarrass me further. Instead, I busied myself with cleaning the glass cases once again to get off all of the fingerprints and smudges.
I heard the door open again, but I didn't want to look up. What if I saw him again, even though I knew his exact location? I shuddered at the thought that from now on, every male that walked into the store was going to look like him. Yet at the same time, I was crazy enough that it was plausible.
I heard someone cough, and I slowly raised my eyes to meet their face, but they never reached their eyes.
“Kikyo?”
The man's voice…Onigumo barely registered in my mind.
“Hey, Kikyo, are you feeling alright? You look a little pale.”
I must have truly been loosing my mind, for around Onigumo, in the back of my café, sitting near the large glass windows, I saw the one man I knew I could never see again: Joe.
A/n: O.o …ok…who saw that coming? Anyone? Anyone at all? If you did, then you are better at this then I am >_<. I know I know I know…I didn't update yesterday…but it was Papa's Day…and needless to say, we were all very happy to be able to celebrate it this year…so I kinda…took a day off. I tell you guys what…as penance…I will update twice tomorrow. Once in the morning (or afternoon depending on when I wake up for my China speech to the new seniors) and once in the evening. Don't you love it when I start to feel guilty?
Now then…THANK YOU KittyKritik FOR EDITING THIS CHAPTER! Thank you to everyone that has reviewed it too! Apparently, people like this story more then I had thought because I was notified on ED that this story has been nominated for best drama at the Feudal Association. Who would'a thought? THANK YOU TO WHOEVER NOMINATED ME (and feel free to tell me who you are to I can lavish you with giant smiley faces and internet hindered hugs).
Remember…R and R please!