"Why? Why would you do this to me!" he cried, his eyes showing the most pain they had ever to the woman in front of him.
"Because, you're the one who always left me and wouldn't talk to me!" she yelled back, her hands at her sides, fists balled, and the man behind her stepped closer.
"I couldn't, I had to work to get the money for college! Could you not wait just one day for me to call?" he asked her, trying his hardest not to burst, for her sake.
"That's always your excuse isn't it? You aren't at college; you're probably off with someone else aren't you?" She countered, tears welling up in her eyes.
"No, I would never do that to you! I only wanted to get some degrees so that I could support us and so that you wouldn't have to work," he told her, but was put down once more.
"NO! That's not the reason why! Just tell me the truth, TELL ME THE GODDAMNED TRUTH!" she yelled, making her voice crack at the end.
He couldn't say anything, it was all he could do not to run up and hug her to him, just to show her he was telling the truth. So he ran, turned and ran away, somewhere, anywhere, anywhere he could, just to escape. To escape the pain he felt, the hurt, the betrayal. He had been betrayed before, but this was worse. He had trusted her for so long, and she him. Now, that trust was broken, torn apart, never to be mended again.
He sat in the corner of his room, staring out the window like he always did. It was sunny outside, and the sun's warmth was coming through the window, yet he felt cold. As he stared, thoughts came to him of that day of his apocalypse, his doom's day. His life had been torn apart that day and had never been the same. His lover had gone off with another, his own enemy, and told him that he was untruthful with her, the one thing he would never do to anyone. She had thrown all he had worked for for her back in his face. That was the one thing he could never stand, was the sudden loss of trust that someone could put another through. And it had happened to him, so that he now experienced the immense pain that he had only read about.
He ignored the sound of his bedroom door opening, and simply continued to drown himself in memories he wished he didn't have.
"Inu-Yasha? Honey, it's time to come downstairs, dinner is ready," a soft, yet strong female voice called to him. He only response was to ignored her.
"What? No answer? I was hoping you'd at least say something. After all, I made you a special dish all for you," she told him, almost in a hinting sort of way.
"As long as it isn't Ramen…" he said, his voice cold and emotionless, like his brother's used to be. The woman winced, but quickly regained her composure as to not discourage him from dinner.
"Of course not, now why would I fix you something you didn't like?" she joked, coming over to him and helping him up off the windowsill. He silently thanked her and allowed her to help him out of the room and down the stairs. Her own thoughts wandered as she helped him about towards the dining room.
'He's gotten so thin lately. I hope he doesn't loose anymore weight. If he does, then he'll have to go back to hospital, and he just got back. Poor thing, he misses that girl so badly, and she won't ever see him anymore, let alone talk to him. I swear, if I ever see that girl I'll…'
'Yame, calm you thoughts, your putting my nerves on end,' her mate called to her with his mind in a silent plea.
'I'm sorry, I'll try to keep them more positive.'
'Thank you.'
"Inu-Yasha, how are you feeling?" a strong, kind, and caring male voice asked him.
"I've felt better," he told the man, sitting down at the dinning table with Yame's help. He glanced up and offered her a weak, but very thankful smile. She returned it wholeheartedly.
"So, what's for dinner?" Inu-Yasha asked.
"Oh, nothing, just…"
"Curry-chicken?" Inu-Yasha asked, watching her like a hawk as she brought the dish to him.
"Hai, you're favorite!" she said, and sat the dish down before lifting the lid off to let the steam rise.
Inu-Yasha sniffed the air it gave off and licked his lips. He loved Curry-chicken, ever since he decided he wouldn't eat Ramen anymore, since it reminded him of…
His face became almost blank when he remembered why he liked it so much. He could remember when he first had it.
"Inu-Yasha dear, come down stairs and help me so that Kagome can study," Mrs. Higarahsi said, a load of laundry in her arms. Inu-Yasha grudgingly followed her downstairs and helped her fix some food he had never seen before. It smelled interesting and he wandered what it tasted like.
"Ma'am, what is that?"
"Oh, it's called curry-chicken. Would you like to taste?"
It was all over after that. He had run upstairs claiming that his mouth was burning while it hung open.
'I remember now. Mom had let me taste it and I hadn't had spicy food before. I had run upstairs thinking I was poisoned or something. Kagome, she only looked at me with a look of disgust on her face. Then she told me to go back downstairs and to act more like a man,' He thought, and clenched his fist while his head hung, hiding his face behind his bangs. His head began to hurt, and his face became contorted from the pain. As he looked, both sets of eyes looked at him, filled to the brim with concern.
"I'd like to go upstairs now."
"But you haven't touched your food!" Yame protested.
"I said I want to go upstairs," he said more forcibly.
"No, I won't let…" she began, but Inu-Yasha looked at her from the corner of his eye with a look of pure hatred that made her cringe, and sent a chill down to her very bones.
Her mate sat in the corner with his own look, one of frustration. He spoke up just before the going got rough.
"Yame, take Inu-Yasha upstairs." When Yame began to protest again he added, "If he doesn't want to eat, then he can just go back to the hospital."
Yame started to speak again, but quickly shut her mouth and turned towards Inu-Yasha. However, she didn't have to help him up.
He sat there, turned towards the table and was slowly eating his food. She looked stunned for a few moments, and then walked over into the kitchen to get the other meals.
The whole meal was eaten in silence and Inu-Yasha insisted upon going upstairs immediately after he was done.
Yame was reluctant to let him leave, since he hadn't eaten but half of what she had given him. However, with one look from her mate, she quickly escorted him upstairs to his room and laid him his bed.
When she returned downstairs, Yame cam and sat with her mate on the sofa and curled up next to him.
"So, he is asleep?" her mate asked.
"Yes, he is asleep. But I worry of him, about his weight."
"So do I, but I've decided to let him decide what to do about it."
"But why? I mean, you know how he gets. He would go without eating for weeks if we weren't around. He could kill himself by starvation. How can you live with that hanging over your head?" she asked, giving him pleading eyes, full of fear for the man just upstairs.
"I promise you my love, he will only die of old age, not by something like that."
Now please, dry your tears. You know how it affects me.
Yes I do. I'm sorry.
It's ok. You needn't worry about these things, when you know very well that our day is coming.
Oh, I almost forgot about that!
You did…
Oh, of course not! Now why would I forget about our anniversary my cuddly puppy?
I don't know, maybe because you were thinking about something else?
Oh, of course, I was thinking about THAT…Sesshou-Maru
Good…