March 20, 2010.

Disclaimer: I own nothing InuYasha.

Author Note: Thank you to all of my I'll Remember You fans, here's the sequel!

Luck Runs Out

Chapter One

It had been almost two years now since I had been in Japan. I had moved in with Bankotsu and after about four months of friendship we picked up our old relationship again. It still had that spark to it that it always had and, with every day, it seemed to grow. Gramps died last year, his heart finally gave out on him and there was nothing anybody could do. The house was probably broken and abandoned by now. I didn't talk to any of the group. After Gramps died we had no reason to even slightly keep in contact, even if it was just things said through Gramps. I guess you could say we had all grown up and moved on.

I didn't hear any more on Koga, and I was content with that. Those bittersweet memories were the only things I needed from him and I thought about them time to time. With every day the memories faded a little more and got pushed back in my mind, from my attention. I noticed I thought about them, especially him, a lot less than I ever thought I could have. I was guessing that this was my proof that we were never in love and that I was meant to be with Bankotsu, destiny had driven us back together. I didn't wish anything bad on him, I hoped he was living a prospering life that he enjoyed, working at what he wanted. He never liked football as much as they thought he did.

I was in cut off mini shorts and a white tank top belly shirt with white sneakers as I ran around the park. My boyfriend for a year and a half smiled at me. It was our eighteen month anniversary today. My long hair, pulled up into a high ponytail, whipped across my face as I spun around to run from him. I was giggling uncontrollably; Bankotsu had the power to make me do things like that. My giggling effected by running since I was slow and clutching my stomach by now. He laughed and slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me on top of him to the ground. Our laughter died down though our smiles stayed unwavering on our faces, breathing heavily still.

I closed my eyes and listened to his steady yet quick paced heartbeat. I couldn't imagine any place I'd rather be than lying, now beside him, with my head on his chest. He hand a muscular arm wrapped around me that was rested on my hip right now. Bankotsu still loved his football and seemed to get better with every passing day. He was the star quarterback of our American college and although plenty of girls wanted him he stayed monogamous with me and I never had any doubt about that. There were times in the day that I would look at him though, when I couldn't see quite all of his features, and think he was Koga but those thoughts were quickly replaced.

I was moved over slightly and my head now rested on his bulging arm as he turned to face me. Both of us were lying on our sides and he smiled at me as I smiled back. He took his shirt off and stuck it behind his head for a pillow, showing off the most amazing set of washboard abs. I ran my fingers over his sexy, exposed chest and stomach. His voice spoke up, that voice I loved so much that had talked to me so many nights while we were lying in bed. "Ayame, I love you."

"I love you too, Banks." I beamed, my eyes shimmering with even more happiness. I had the most amazing boyfriend on the face of the planet. He was almost too good to be true. I cuddled up a little closer to him as he reached into his pocket. I made a confused face; we usually waited until later before we exchanged gifts. He pulled out two rectangular shaped slips and it was unmistaken what they were. I smiled, knowing we were going to attend something I loved, concerts. "A concert? Who's going to be there?"

"Actually it's kind of like a special concert. I know you love them and I figured it would be a great time to catch up with some old friends. It's next weekend, only about an hour from here and you'll never guess who's going to be in it. The main person in this concert was somebody I would have never guessed. Ayame, Koga's into music now! Can you believe it!" he asked with a smile, showing those perfect pearly whites. My face dropped, I hadn't told Bankotsu that Koga and I had ever dated and I didn't feel the need to.

"Um... uh yeah! Yeah, that's great. Who would have guessed?" I stammered.

"This will be a great time to catch up; I haven't seen him or heard from him since I left. I'm going to get to brag how I have the sexiest, most caring woman in the world and how she's a working girl trying to get a degree to teaching elementary school children. I can tell him how my football is going and everything and we can talk about our relationship." His laced his fingers with mine with one of each of our hands. I looked up into those amazing indigo eyes and realize that Bankotsu was head over heels for me, and I loved him too.

Koga POV

The sun beamed down on the stage at my concert. I scanned the crowd with my eyes. I looked for her at every concert, hoping that maybe she'd be there for once, but she never was. I wondered if she even heard of me, with her busy life. I was a big deal now, but Ayame had her education to worry about. I shaded my eyes with my hand and squinted, trying to look further up on the hill in case she couldn't get close enough seats. She wasn't there, she was never there.

My father didn't speak to me since I had quit college and dropped the football dream. He didn't care that I was an extremely successful musician; he wanted a professional football player. He knew I could have made it, I knew I could have made it but since Ayame I was dropping everything I never wanted. Mom talked to me, but never had much to say. There were plenty of girls that wanted me but I was never interested in them. I kept in contact with the group, once again, more than I had before Ayame left.

Emi was a thing of the past. I had tried out a relationship with her but refused to have any sexual contact. This didn't go over well with the girl who seemed to be ill with nymphomania. She was addicted to sex and one day I came home to find her sleeping with another man in my bed. It was a shame, since she had just gotten her Chlamydia treated and taken care of. I said if she wanted to be with me she'd take another test. After three cautious checks she was diagnosed with HIV. It was something that she had brought upon herself and I left without the slightest glance back at her, I had nothing to do with her, not anymore.

I went backstage where the group was hanging out. InuYasha and Kagome were making out and Miroku and Sango may as well have been. I cleared my throat and they broke up there little shenanigans. They jumped to attention. This was becoming so common that they didn't even blush anymore. Kagome was first to speak up. "Don't you ever get tired of being single?"

"Yes, but I don't care. I'm willing to wait for Ayame." I announced.

The couples shifted uncomfortably. I knew they were holding something from me back because they knew it would hurt me. Although I pushed and pushed the topic they never spoke of it. As long as they swore to God she was alive I would be fine and would continuing living the life I wanted while searching for her. I didn't want anybody else and I wasn't willing to torture anybody with making them suffer because I couldn't love them. I loved Ayame, and she was the only girl for me.

"Koga, the concert will be starting shortly." My manager informed me, trying to sound seductive. Her black hair fell down to her shoulders with tight curls and she was tanned with black eyes. She was thin and usually tried to dress formally while being exposing. I wasn't interested in her though and her attempts to charm me were fruitless. I wasn't interested in any girl except for her. I nodded and the lady sighed before leaving the room, clipboard in hand and annoyance in her eyes.

"Koga she's pretty, why don't you give her a chance?" Miroku tried.

"I'm not interested." I shrugged.

"Maybe you wouldn't have to worry about trying to get her with and maybe you'd still have a girlfriend if you weren't such a fucking asshole that had to cheat. Did you ever think of that possibility Koga?" InuYasha snapped, those amber eyes filled with anger. He was the only one in the group who still hadn't forgiven me and I couldn't blame him. He cared a lot about Ayame, they were the two in the group that always stuck together, and they were like siblings.

"InuYasha!" Kagome scolded.

"Don't. He's right." I replied.

"Koga, it's time!" Rebecca, my manager, called out.

I grabbed my guitar and headed out onto the stage. There were flashes of cameras and screams. I flashed my millionaire smile and adjusted the old acoustic as I sat down on a stool in the middle of the stage. At a point I would end up switching over to the electric guitar and standing up, but my first song was soft and sweet. It was summertime again, and I was still waiting on the hope that maybe, just maybe, she'd be back again for me someday. I closed my eyes as the notes and words came to me.

Ayame POV

We had exchanged most of our gifts before going out to dinner. I was dressed in a green silk dress that matched my eyes. My curled hair bounced as I walked on ivory high heels. I floated gracefully, attached to the arm of Bankotsu, as we followed the waitress to our seats. He had on a shirt that matched mine and black dress pants, with a belt and dress shoes. He had cut his hair into a shaggy look for football, so his hair wouldn't be hanging out of his helmet, leaving the other men the advantage of ripping on it. The haircut looked great on him though.

There were soft rose petals scattered on the table cloth, and a warm rose scented candle in the middle of the table that held an orange-yellow glow in the darker section of the restaurant. I smiled gracefully after we ordered and he took my feminine hands into his masculine ones, with calluses all over his palms. He cooed a few compliments to me and I returned the affection. Finally he spoke up, seriously. "Ayame, I think it's time to talk about us." Was he breaking up with me? He couldn't. This was our eighteen month anniversary. This wasn't happening. He was breaking up with me. "We've had a lot of good memories together and I couldn't imagine a life without you." He could save his words, I didn't need an orator to break up with me. "And as for the future, I want to be with you, forever."

"Wait, what?" I asked, confused.

"Ayame Lee Wind," he got off of the chair and knelt before mine with an open box and a gorgeous ring inside, not too big and not too small, with a perfect diamond on a silver band, "Will you marry me?"

"You're not breaking up with me?" I assured.

"Of course not." He frowned.

"Then hell yes I'll marry you!" I shouted out with a giggle.

He slipped the ring on my finger, it fitting perfectly, and he stood up as I did too, wrapping my arms around him and giving him a passionate kiss. I, Ayame Lee Wind, was now engaged to my football player, Bankotsu Sean Kanto. I closed my eyes and placed my head into the crook of his neck, taking in that Tagged scent. Tonight was absolutely perfect, at least so far.

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I tackled him to the bed in black silk girls' bootie boxer shorts. My top consisted of no bra and a thin piece of shirt that just covered my boobs and was low cut, that being all to it. It was a Colt's shirt, since that was our favorite team, and my white socks trailed up to my knees. Bankotsu was on the fluffy bed beneath me wearing see through athletic shorts. I kissed him with all the passion in the world and let our bodies take over control of the situation, blood not flowing to our heads properly.

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