Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Life Goes On
Part 35
Inuyasha stared down at his phone, studying the thing as if it were some kind of puzzle that he was missing a piece to. Had it really been that easy, all those years ago, just chatting with Kagome? Now that he knew her, had seen her every day, woken up to her every morning, held her in his arms every evening, text messages just didn't seem like enough. Entire conversations about nothing—how had he done it?
Oh, yeah, Kagome had taken the lead.
This time, however, he was feeling a little bit of the pressure. His wife was thousands of miles away, left alone in a city to move into their new house all on her own. Well, she did have Sango and Miroku, but really, those two were kind of useless. Not that he'd ever say that to Sango's face; she could probably take him in a fistfight. (Another thing he would never admit to willingly.)
The businessman was sitting in his new office in a Canadian skyscraper. He'd been in the country for less than three hours, and he was already bored out of his skull. There was no way he'd make it the full two months! His schedule was pretty clear for the day, since the people there wanted to let him settle in before demanding his presence at a ton of (really, really dull) meetings. Now, Inuyasha was left alone to deal with jetlag and boredom. Pursing his lips, his thumbs started to fly over the little keypad on his blackberry.
What are you wearing?
- I.
Immediately, he hit the delete button until all the words were gone and the only thing on the screen was a blinking cursor. Kagome would have killed him! Who was he—Miroku? Inuyasha tried again.
How was your morning?
- I.
Ah, much better! That seemed like a caring and appropriate text message for a loving husband to send his wife. …Right?
It took longer than he expected to hear back from her, and when he did, Inuyasha immediately felt guilty.
Considering it's the middle of the night in Tokyo, unsure of morning. You?
- K.
Middle of the…? That would explain why he was so sleepy. Honestly, he hadn't really thought that much about the time change. Quickly, the businessman did a search on the internet to figure out what time it was in Tokyo. If it was two in the afternoon in Toronto, then it was three in the morning the next day where Kagome was. (She was in the future!)
"Crap," he muttered.
Now, he needed to decide whether to answer her or not. If he sent another text, that would keep her up, and she had work in the morning. Then again, Kagome had asked him a question. If he didn't respond, she might be mad at him. When they had been teenagers, this had never seemed all that complicated. Thankfully, his phone buzzed and interrupted his thought process. The blackberry skittered across his borrowed desk almost an inch before he snatched it up.
I already miss you.
- K.
Fiercely, Inuyasha fought against the urge to say, "Aww!" out loud, just in case one of his Canadian coworkers overheard him and spread a rumor that he was an overly sensitive nutcase.
I miss you too.
- I.
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Bed is much larger without your fat ass in it.
- K.
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I resent that. My ass is not fat.
- I.
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Look in mirror, then respond. Please and thanks.
- K.
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Fine, maybe it is a little. I blame sitting in office chair all day.
- I.
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I blame all the ramen.
- K.
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I will divorce you for that.
- I.
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I'd love to see the judge's face during *that* court case.
- K.
For the briefest moment, Inuyasha could have sworn he actually heard her giggle. He was sure she was sitting up in their bed in the dark, texting him back with that goofy grin of hers on her face. Insulting him had always left her in a good mood. The mental image struck a weird cord in him, making him both homesick and, at the same time, making him feel a little better about leaving her home alone. Kagome would do just fine.
Go back to sleep. Text me tomorrow.
- I.
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My tomorrow or your tomorrow?
- K.
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Whatever.
- I.
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Fine. Expect messages in the middle of your night as payback. P.S. Eat real food for dinner.
- K.
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Bite me.
- I.
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Would if I could, dearest.
- K.
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Hey, what are you wearing?
- I.
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Kagome?
- I.
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Love you. Good night.
- I.
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Love you too, jackass. Stop texting, trying to sleep.
- K.
With a goofy grin of his own, Inuyasha went back to work.