InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Cafe In Manahatta ❯ Part Forty Three ( Chapter 43 )

[ 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: 11.30.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 519 | 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

I didn't want to ever wake up, as depressing as that may sound. It was true though. I never wanted to wake up and slide back into my normal little world. I wanted to stay in bed with T for as long as I could.

Unfortunately, there were two little things that wouldn't let that happen.

The first was the sun. I slowly cracked my eyes open and glared at my window. Clearly the sun have never heard of the fact that some of us wanted to sleep in with the man that they had had oral sex with the night before. I smiled softly at the thought of everything that had happened last night. I stretched and rolled over, a frown suddenly on my face when my hand hit the cold, empty space next to me.

The second was the fact that he was gone. He had left me without even saying good bye. I didn't know what to think as my heart started to rise into my throat. I looked down at the pillow next to me, and my lips turned up slightly at what I saw there. A note. The writing was bold and confident. Cocky even. It read as follows:

Kikyo~

I know what this must seem like to you, but I can tell you now that it isn't. One of my clients needs me, and I am not about to lose them. Call me later. 867-5309

Just the fact that he left a number made it seem better. I got out of bed and made it, doing little odds and ends chores all the while admiring what I thought was going to be a fantastic winter day.

When I was finished, I grabbed my phone and started to program his number into it. I didn't want it to get lost, so there is no time like the present. I had to go and meet Onigumo later that day, so I didn't see the harm in making some soup and a few sandwiches and eating lunch with him too. After all…we were friends. Perhaps looking back now, “were” is exactly the word to use, but it doesn't really matter. What is done is done.

When I had everything packed up I took off, eager to see him and talk to him about what had just happened in my life. I thought of telling Kagome the specifics, but I somehow could not seem to bring myself to share all the details. There was something in me begging me to keep it a relative secreat for a bit longer.

I took the subway to his building, and soon I was waving at the receptionist and walking into his office. It was a warm but professional and sophisticated room. One that I used to resent going to, in a way, but one that I had come to like seeing. Well…it wasn't the room that I liked to see, so much as it was Onigumo.

“Kikyo!” he sounded surprised as he looked up at me from his computer with arched eyebrows. “I wasn't expecting you until later. What are you doing here so early?”

“I thought that we could do lunch,” I pointed to my insulated bag, “and then combine it with my session. How does that sound?”

“Like you are spoiling me,” he smiled, leaning back in his rolling desk chair and folding his arms behind his head.

“Yes, well, don't get to excited. I'm not going to do this every time I come to see you,” I teased as I unzipped the bag and pulled out a red and white checkered sheet from in it and spread it across half of his desk.

“Oh really? Something must have happened then for you to want to come for lunch and our session after.”

“Something has happened,” I blushed, thoughts of the night before swimming through my head. I placed a bowl before him and took out a thermos with soup in it, screwing off the lid and pouring some of it out for him.

He was silent for a few minutes, expecting me to continue on my own, but instead I just finished serving the food.

“And?” he prompted, the curiosity finally getting the best of him.

“And,” I began, taking a deep breath before finally saying, “I think I met someone.”

I saw something flash through his eyes for a moment, only a second, but there was something there. I took it to mean shock at the time, but now I know differently. Now…now I know that I should have read more into that expression, even if it lasted only for the briefest of moments in time.

A/N: Sorry…I was wanting to post this, but then I started feeling a little icky and I never got around to it. Anyways…my netbook is about to die, so I hope you liked this!

Thanks to everyone who has red and reviewed!! I wanna do ARs, but I literally have ten minutes of battery left.