InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cafe In Manahatta ❯ Part Thirty Nine ( Chapter 39 )

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 Thirty Nine

 

 

Kagome brought me to her and Inuyasha's room and started looking through her…his…their…closet, looking for things for me to wear to a club. I told her to not put anything on the bed. She raised an eyebrow at my request, but shrugged and put it right back into the closet. I didn't want to wear anything that had been touching a surface where my sister had had sex with her all too perfect boyfriend. I doubted that any sane person could stomach that thought, let alone a somewhat insane one such as myself. Eventually, we were both dressed and ready to go out for the night, and I was more then ready for it.

 

It took a bit of walking to get to the club, but I was sure that it was going to be well worth it. There were plenty of men that I saw when we first walked in that were well worth our time. Though it isn't as much fun to club with a girl who is tied down, or close to it in this respect, there was nothing to be said about her helping me shop around for good merchandise.

 

“Oh my God! My feet are killing me just from that,” Kagome grumbled. She had chosen to wear heals that had to be at least three inch toothpicks. I told her she would regret it. Only now does she listen to her big sister.

 

“I have a phrase swimming through my mind right now, but I won't say it.”

 

She glared at me and I took her over to the bar so she could sit down, laughing my head off all the while.

 

“Do you feel better now?” I teased when she sat down and we ordered drinks.

 

“I will feel much better when I get home and Inu is waiting for me and can give me a nice foot rub, among other things.”

 

I spit some of the drink that I had just sipped back into my glass at the thought of what all he would be rubbing, and coughed. Clearly my sister thought that it would be fun to burn disturbing images into my brain.

 

“Why did you even wear those? They're a pain in the ass to walk in, let alone dance!”

 

“I just wanted to see how they would hold up for a night of something other then foreplay,” she dismissed, acting as if what she had said was the most natural thing in the world to say.

 

I quickly downed the rest of my drink and ordered another one. We spent most of the next half hour talking, laughing, and looking at potential men for me. Eventually, all of the drinks got to Kagome and she ran off to the bathroom.

 

That was the moment that everything changed for me. Nothing was ever the same. My perception of everything seemed to morph into something else then and there.

 

“The gentlemen over there,” the bartender suddenly approached me, “would like you to have this.”

 

My breath caught in my throat. He was holding a thin flute of champagne. The drink itself reeked of elegance and class. It showed that he thought that I deserved something much finer then the normal alcoholic beverage. It warmed my heart at the very gesture, and the drink itself was almost like a sweet, sweet ambrosia. The only thing that was missing were chocolate covered strawberries. He had me just at the champagne…but things changed the moment I followed the bartender's nod over to the kind gentleman that had decided to spoil me with the fine drink.

 

My breath caught in my throat when I saw him

 

Black hair, tan skin, chocolate eyes. Perfection that I wanted to throw into my batter mix and eat up. Slowly.

 

My White Rose was sitting on the other side of the bar, and he wanted me to come and talk to him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N: Ok…I know that it has been like…FOREVER since I updated…but college is consuming my life (and I am finally kicking its ass. 96/97 in history. 1 out of 2 grades I will ever get in that class, plus extra credit, and I have a B+ in journalism, which I expect will turn into an A)!!! People always say that college is different from high school, but you never completely believe them until you are in it. I thought that I would have more time to work on this stuff, but un contrare mon frair. Quite the opposite. It doesn't help either that I did the lemon and then I had a “hn…now then…how do I deal with the next chapter” moment. Fortunately, that has passed. I know that this is the worst place to leave you (especially since I can't guarantee that I will update tomorrow…I have been horrible, I know) but I just needed to get something up. I will try and post something soon, but it has been easier said than done lately. (Facebook hasn't been helping this cause either. Their games are F'n' addicting! Yoville is my calling, lol.)

 

 

I would do ars (really…I would…you guys know me well enough to know that) but I really just wanted to get this up ASAP, even if it is 12:26 and I am falling asleep as I type this.

 

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I can never find the words to express just how much that means to me. I hope everyone enjoyed the last chapter, and that you won't maim me until the next one.