If I Could Turn Back Time
Summary: A drunk driver took her from him...when a second chance presents itself, Kirihara is ready to change the past that left him alone. Can he save the life of his love, or will he be too late...again?
Genre: Romance/Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Drama
Anime/Manga: Prince of Tennis/InuYasha
Rated: M for Mature Content
Pairing: Kagome/Kirihara
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Kagome laughed as Akaya pulled her around the corner of the movie theater. On their way to watch a movie he was always telling her that he didn't want to watch, that she had been wanting to see for a while. She wasn't sure what had brought up his sudden change of character, but she wasn't complaining. Giselle had been remade into a movie, a young female dance coming from contemporary into ballet, struggling with the loss of her mother and her slowly deteriorating love life. Focusing on her upcoming role as Giselle she tries to work through her problems, unknowingly making them worse with her absence, something happens and the night of her performance she is finally able to put back the pieces of her life that she's lost after the loss of her mother.
"It'll start soon, let's grab drinks and find seats!" Akaya said as he guided her to the concessions. Getting their drinks, he let Kagome choose where they would sit.
Finding a spot, Akaya had his arm over her shoulder and was drinking his soda as he watched the previews for upcoming movies, his fingers were playing with a randomly placed lock of hair as he did.
Smiling, she laid her head on his shoulders and just relaxed in his arms while watching the moving pictures in front of them.
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(Two Hour Later)
The two found themselves walking down the street, and Kagome had been eyeing the umbrella by his side for a while, "why did you bring that, people are staring at us like we're weird."
Akaya laughed, he had noticed as well. The day was so bright and beautiful, you would be a fool to think it was going to rain. He looked down at the watch and stared for a couple seconds before he stopped and pulled the Velcro of the strap that kept the umbrella together, opening the umbrella, he took Kagome by the hand and pulled her in to him just as the rain began to fall. "I do believe we call this a stroke of luck. These showers are so random, it's hard to know when they'll take place. I just came prepared." He smiled at her still surprised face before he started walking with her, everyone else around them were running to the nearest coverage, trying to get out of the rain to dry off.
"Akaya...I don't know what it is, but something...has really changed about you."
Akaya put his hand in his pocket and looked away from Kagome so that she wouldn't see his eyes become filled with the sudden sorrow he felt, his heart racing as the day started to come to an end. "Is it okay if I come by the studio tomorrow?"
"...of course, but I thought you always got bored having to sit through my practice..."
He smiled, "I was never bored. I just never let you know how much I loved watching you dance. I won't repeat that mistake." He fingered the paper in his pocket and walked Kagome home, "I'll meet you here tomorrow?"
Kagome didn't seem so sure, "you'll meet me at my apartment...at nine in the morning." Kagome brought her hand up to his forehead, a deep frown on her lips.
Akaya laughed and leaned forward, kissing her sweetly on the lips, he pulled away and answered her skepticism, "yes, I will be at your apartment, at nine in the morning...call the press."
Kagome laughed, "I just might." Shaking her head, she sighed, "then, I'll see you tomorrow at nine...don't be late." She leaned forward and kissed him once more, then walked inside her apartment, glancing back one last time before she smiled and shut her door.
Akaya stared at her closed door for a few minutes before pulling the paper out of his pocket, staring at the page, he felt tears forming once again at the corners of his eyes. Folding it carefully, and placing it back in his pocket, he returned to his own home. Planning what to do tomorrow, and pulling out a camera to charge for the next day. He placed the article on his alarm clock and set it for eight. "I need to clean this mess up..." he sighed, staring at the floor. Quickly getting to work, he did everything he could not to think of that no too far away day. "I won't let it come to that. Nothing will ever take her from me again, not like that...not unless it's old age...and even then...I'll be close behind her, or waiting with open arms to welcome her."
Akaya walked over to his calendar, taking a red marker, he crossed out the seventeenth. Taking that same red marker, he circled the twenty-fourth, and wrote with a pen next to it,
7:47pm
Don't be Late
"I won't be late...I'll never be late again..." he smiled, a tear falling down his cheek as the sounds from the sirens that night filled his head, his heart pounding painfully against his chest, he brought his hand up and clenched it tightly in his shirt, but the pain wasn't elevated any. He could only hope that somehow, things would not end the same way. "I have seven days...seven...days...maybe I could get her to not go to the recital at all." He sighed, closing his eyes, he dropped his head and shook it, "no...I'll fix this so that she lives...and preforms...I'll make sure of it!" His eyes hardened with determination, he headed off to shower and go to bed, not wanting to stay up any later; he had an early start tomorrow.
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Me: Here is chapter three, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, review and tell me what you all think, nyan~!