Broken Wings

"Thank you for being such a friend to me.

Oh, I pray a friend for life.

Have I ever told you how much you mean to me?

Oh, you mean so much to me."

"Get up." He commanded, and left, leaving the door open.

She slowly opened her eyes, and pulled the blankets from her. The smell of coffee and cigarette smoke flooded her nose, and she coughed. She hated that smell. She turned her legs over the side of the bed, and stood.

"Ames, are you-" He sighed.

"Yes. I'm in the process of getting dressed. Leave." She huffed and picked up her ripped jeans that she'd worn the previous day, and threw them on. She looked down at her wrinkled pink tank, and sighed.

"You're going to wear that?" Sesshoumaru questioned, sticking his head back through the door.

"I don't care, just fuck off." She groaned.

He gave her a look of half anger and half concern, and left finally. He had no idea what had been wrong with her for the past week. Boyfriend problems? Money problems? He never knew with her. She couldn't be read as easily as most.

Sesshoumaru had been her room mate and best friend for years. She'd seen many girls pass through his life, and the way he treated them made them wish they were dead. He nearly killed a girl once, actually. The only girl he'd actually let into his life was Amy. He was an emotionally-stunted guy that never knew what he wanted half the time. Sometimes he was her best friend, sometimes he was her brother, and sometimes he was her greatest fear. She loved him in a sort of brother and sister way, but sometimes he was just hard to deal with.

His brother, InuYasha, was the only guy that she had ever really been in love with. He was an ass, but she'd been with him for a few months, and she loved him. They were having some problems recently. It was a trust issue.

When they were in Sesshoumaru's car, she just listened to her iPod and didn't say a word. He sighed, and snatched it from her, and turned it off.

"I was listening to that, asshole."

"I want you to talk to me."

"What is there to talk about?"

"What's wrong with you?" He asked calmly.

She didn't answer. She just stared out the window, and sighed.

"Well?"

She still didn't reply. She just sat there playing with the zipper on her "Pink Spiders" jacket.

He gave up. She wouldn't talk to him, so he would just have to start asking questions. "Is it about InuYasha?"

"Maybe." She said sadly, taking her hand from the

"Ames... you can talk to me." He said as he lit a cigarette.

She rolled the window down to make smell of smoke go away. "I know."

"I apologize. I'm trying to quit."

"I'll believe it when I see it." She smiled faintly. "It's disgusting."

"Well there are probably things that you do that are disgusting, like kissing my brother." He took a draw from his cigarette, and put it out. "Eww." He teased. "Better?"

A small laugh escaped her. "Yeah."

"Amy, I'm being serious now. What's wrong?"

"He doesn't trust me. I don't trust him either, though. He thinks that... you and I are... well... fucking. I'm somewhat becoming suspicious of him and Kagome, though."

He laughed, and rolled my window up. "He's just angry that you're living with me, so he's going to start whatever he can to get you away from me." He looked over to her out of the corner of his eye, and then back to the road in front of them. It was rush hour traffic again in Manhattan, and he didn't quite have the patience for it, but he had to deal with it. "That isn't going to happen, because I'll kill him."

"He's your brother, and my asshole boyfriend."

"The point being?"

She actually laughed this time. She didn't know why, but she always felt better around him. He had a soothing presence about him that comforted her, even if he did smell like cigarettes and motor oil. "You're so evil." She said; her voice wasn't as low anymore with depression.

"Well... you're a loser." He joked.

She smiled, and gently shoved him. She loved these moments when they were joking around. She always wished that she could have a moment like this with InuYasha. They were just too different though. She and Sesshoumaru were alike in too many ways to count.

"Do you want to stop to get something to eat?"

"I'm already fat, Sesshy, the last thing I need is fast food."

"How often must I say this? You're not fat, and there are many who would wish to have your body."

"Oh no. Not this argument again."

"Amy." She 'eeped' slightly at the stern tone in his voice, not used to hearing such a thing from him, and then looked up at him through her messy bangs.

"Are we going to argue about this again?" His voice was softer, more controlled than a few moments ago. But Amy noticed he was still slightly peeved at her starting the argument again. It was one of many small arguments they had on a nearly daily basis. But they were arguments they would both look back on and laugh about.

"I don't know. But yeah, I am a little hungry. Besides, I forgot where we were going today. Could you, um, fill me in on this?"

"We're going to see if I can apply for a job where my dad works. I'm sure I can, but I haven't talked to the old man yet."

"Did it ever occur to you to leave me at home?"

"Eh... I have to babysit you. You might get in trouble if I leave you home alone."

"Like what? I might not wake until three?"

"No, you could have InuYasha over."

"I don't even want to talk about him right now."

"Which is understood."

Traffic finally started to slack.

They finally arrived at Taisho Corp. "So, are you staying in here or...?" He asked.

"Eh... yeah. Give me my iPod, though."

He handed to her, with the cords tangled. She gave a sigh, and he left. Suddenly, her phone started vibrating in her pocket, and she jumped slightly. She flipped it open and looked at the screen: InuYasha calling. "Great," she mumbled as she hit the button to ignore him. "Now he's harassing me."

"I'm sorry I was in there forever." He said as he gave her a strange disarrayed look. "Did something happen while I was away?"

"InuYasha called."

"And? What did he say?"

"Nothing. I didn't answer. It's just the fact that he's calling after he pretty much told me he hated me last night."

"Do you want me to tell him to fuck off?"

"Hm... that would be nice, but I'd rather you not. He'd really think something then."

"Okay."

There was silence and he was determined to get rid of it.

"So... I got it. I had to fill out a mountain of forms, however."

She showed a fake smile. It was simply a small curve of her lips, but she knew that it was enough to assure him that she would be okay for a little longer before she would require him for comfort.