InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cafe In Manahatta ❯ Part Twenty Two ( Chapter 22 )

[ 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: 06.23.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 430 | 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 Two
 
 
“Kikyo?” Onigumo tried once more, and this time I was able to tear my eyes away from the man in the corner.
 
“Oni…Onigumo! What a surprise! Is there something that I can do for you?”
 
“I was coming by to see if you made special order cakes…but…Kikyo, are you alright? You seem a little…jumpy.”
 
“I'm fine! Thank you…I was just a little…surprised is all.”
 
“Are you sure?” he pressed, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from telling him the truth.
 
I looked over his shoulder to the man by the windows, and my entire being clenched as I watched him tenderly, lovingly pick of the white cup and bring it to his lips. He tilted it ever so slightly, and allowed the warm liquid to enter his mouth and being. He gently placed the cup back down on the table, and looked over at me, his eyes catching mine. I remember gazing into those eyes for hours on end. How they were filled with love and adoration. I could always see him…the real him…in those eyes. Those beautiful, brown eyes.
 
“Yes.” I didn't know who I was trying to convince: him or me.
 
I was seeing the man I had loved more then life itself. The man who promised to give me everything, and the man I was more then willing to do the same for. A man whose being was the essence of mine. The man whose grave I slept on the first few months after the daffodils had withered into nothing.
 
I was not all right.
 
“I don't really do specialty cakes, but I would be more then willing to make an exception.”
 
“Wonderful! It is my parents' anniversary, and believe me when I say that cannot bake. I must have tried it over a thousand times, but that is the one thing I can't seem to do.”
 
“Well, I would love to help you. How long have they been married for?”
 
“Thirty years,” he beamed, and I felt my entire being clench. Joe and I never even made it to the altar, let alone to the thirty-year mark.
 
“Thirty years…that seems like such a long time from now, doesn't it?”
 
“Yeah…but they say that it goes by quickly with the right person.”
 
I smiled sadly and looked back over to the corner, but he was gone.
 
“I guess it can,” I whispered as I suddenly felt two arms wrap around me from behind. I jumped from surprise.
 
“How could you cheat on me?” he whispered. My breath caught in my throat at the sound of his voice.
 
“So, anyways, I don't really want to take you away from your business, but I was thinking that we could meet up sometime this week to talk about the cake. Their anniversary is next week.”
 
“That would be fine,” I croaked, my throat feeling so tight with sorrow that I was amazed I could say anything at all.
 
He looked at me skeptically, and I already knew what he was going to say before the words even left his mouth.
 
“Kikyo…are you sure that you are feeling alright?”
 
“Yes...”
 
“How could you betray our love,” he whispered into my ear again.
 
“…I'm fine.”
 
“Well, if you say so,” he replied. “It was nice seeing you again, Kikyo. I really appreciate you doing this for me.”
 
I smiled and nodded my head, even as my white knuckled hands gripped the glass countertop, smudging up all of my handy work from earlier that day.
 
“How could you leave behind everything that we had?” he pressed once more, his hot breath caressing the shell of my ear with a cruel embrace.
 
“Onigumo! Wait!”
 
The man stopped, hand still poised and ready to turn the knob.
 
“Yes?”
 
“Do…do you have a business card with you?”
 
“I do…but…”
 
“Can I have one?”
 
He raised his eyebrow, but said nothing as he pulled out his wallet and handed me a card, his fingers brushing over mine ever so gently.
 
It was time that I sought help.
 
 
 
 
 
A/N: Help is on the way for Kikyo! I don't know about you guys…but I'm excited about that :D.
 
Thanks to Kittykirtik for you your editing help! Much appreciated :D.
 
Thanks also to everyone that has be reading and REVEWING! I would like to see more of the REVEWING aspect of things too :-P.
 
Another chapter will come later today, and I'll get to all AR's later too.