InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cafe In Manahatta ❯ Part Twenty Three ( Chapter 23 )

[ 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: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 417 | 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 Three

“…And I still can't believe that he was able to get tickets to Wicked for us! I'm telling you Kikyo, Inuyasha is just…amazing.”

My hands felt sore from gripping the table legs as tightly as I had, and I was sure that my tongue had a bruise on it. Kagome had gone on another amazing date with Inuyasha. I was beginning to resent their relationship. She was off in a happy world full of love and romance, while I was here, stuck in a world pledged by pain, misery, and hallucinations of the dead. It was a sick, twisted sort of joke existing like this.

“Well, I'm glad that you had a good time, Kagome,” I lied, loosening my white knuckle grip on the legs and bringing my sore hands up to warp around the hot mug of coffee I made. I continued to shift the phone on my shoulder to keep it from slipping, before giving up entirely on the venture and simply putting her on speaker. Her voice rang through out my empty apartment as she kept singing Inuyasha's praises to the world.

“…And I think that we are leading up to it.”

I slowly blinked and brought my cup up to my lips. Have I missed something in this depressing conversation when I was wallowing in my misery of being like this? Crazy and alone?

“Leading up to what?”

“You know what.”

I furrowed my brow as I paid closer attention to her tone. There was something being implied here…something that I couldn't seem to grasp.

“Kagome, what are you talking about?”

“Well…with the way things have been ending on the last few dates, the fooling around and all, I think that sex might be entering our relationship soon.”

I felt light headed. This wasn't something that I needed to hear right now.

“Kaggie…I'm not feeling too good right now…”

“What's wrong, Kikyo? TMI?”

“No! It's not that,” I cringed, “I just…haven't been feeling good the last few weeks. I think that I just need to get some sleep right now.”

“Ok, Kikyo…Good night!”

“Good night, Kaggie.”

I was about to hang up when Kagome quickly said, “Hey, Kikyo? You would…tell me if something was wrong…wouldn't you?”

Would I?

Earlier that day I had scheduled an appointment with Onigumo for tomorrow. It would be for something like a cake tasting that Joe and I had gone to. I was going to whip up several different kinds of cakes as cupcakes. I could easily give the rest to Kagome and send some with him, but I had thought that it would be the easiest thing to do when talking about a kind of cake to do for his parents' anniversary.

I would serve him the cake on these nice little flowered china plates, and a cake tier. I would serve him coffee.

I would tell him that I needed his help. I would tell him, “I am going insane. I am seeing my dead lover. I am seeing a man I want to be my lover. I am hallucinating interacting with them. I can talk to them. I can understand what they are saying. They tell me what to so with my café. I can feel them. I can feel their breath on my ear. I can feel their fingers on my arm and on my neck. I can feel them all over me. I can feel my dead fiancé tell me that I am betraying him. I need you're help. Please…fix me.”

Would I tell my sister if there was something wrong?

Would I tell her that I was loosing my mind?

“I would. Good night, Kagome.”

No…I wouldn't.

A/N: Ok…so I am a little late getting this up. Sorry…but I was dealing with some bad news, growing pains (prob. from not enough sleep…) and helping my sister with her new site.

Good things that happened…I got to see the desk my dad is making for me (now he has the bed frame and the dresser) and I saw the “seniors” that are going on the China trip, and some of the people I graduated with.

I will get to the AR's tomorrow…but I just couldn't do it today…sorry…

On the note of AR's…for people on MM, do you like them e-mailed, or posted? I should have asked this a long time ago…but…yeah….

Thanks to Kittykirtik for you your editing help! Much appreciated :D.

REMEMBER TO REVIEW! I could really use the happy boost right now :'(.