Ok I just read '(one side?) Love' by Nefra and I wanted to recommend it. It's angsty-sweet and has a hopefully ending. Anyways I really enjoyed it and I think its one of her best.
She sat still, stiff-backed, sipping her tea. The floral taste was light and rolled easily off her tongue down her throat. There was a hint of honey sweetness that Sango added herself. She placed the cup down quietly on the cup's saucer and regarded her companion in silence. Sango picked up her fork from the table and took a dainty bite from the chocolate mousse she had purchased.
She sighed, the silence weighing on her heavily. He was just staring at her. Sango was waiting for the recurring actions to which Miroku was so fond. He didn't disappoint her. Not a second after the thought had left her head before a hand could be felt smoothing over her knee cap and towards her thigh. The plink of a fork was heard from hitting a plate as a slap rang out throughout shattering the once pleasant atmosphere of the restaurant.
"Hentai…"
Still the hint of a smile could be seen hidden by the hair falling over her shoulder. It was down again. Sango shook her head at Miroku before helping him to stand from the prone position on the floor. She tossed him almost uncaringly back into his chair. Then grabbing her purse, she tossed a few hundred yen on the table. With a small kiss to his cheek, Sango gave a farewell smile and waved as she walked away out the door.
Miroku was left sitting half-way on the wooden seat with his mouth hanging open. The picture of a smirking Sango filled his mind. One long tendril of her sweet-smelling hair fell over her shoulder to fall against his cheek. It was so soft and silky. The dark chocolate strands almost as irresistible as her plump, curvaceous behind.
A few schoolgirls sitting nearby giggled at his stunned expression. They covered their smiles with the backs of their hands, but not even that was enough to stifle the slightly shrill sounds. Miroku blinked, but then a tell-tale grin crossed his features. He shared a charming smile with them that had the girls falling off their seats blushing. However, soon a plan began to cook in his nimble mind. No other players would be needed besides himself and his damsel. This time he would collect all the credit and the benefits.
Dearest Sango, so much is in store for you.-
Shippou's Dorm
Clicking, clacking away on his keyboard, Shippou struggled to polish off his research paper discussing the animated theory of reincarnation. It had truly been a difficult subject to consider and one much different from his usual preference. However, with this assignment his teacher, Ms. Kenai, decided that the topics would be drawn randomly. It was a ploy to broaden their academic range of understanding. Each student drew a lot with a number and letter on it. Then for each combination there was a corresponding topic. The numbers ranged from one to ten and represented the type of topic, such as politics, language, the arts, or science. Then the following letter showed which specific thesis would be researched under that topic label.
Normally Shippou would prefer something relating to science, math theory or philosophy, or even branching off to astronomy. For some reason, the stars always seemed to calm and intrigue him. Reincarnation wasn't exactly appealing in the beginning, but like the studious scholar he made it work. And surprising there was a lot less 'b.s.' than Shippou had thought he'd have. He chuckled; of course there wouldn't be anything, but facts in his work. Though this time, facts were not exactly part of the topic. Reincarnation was not a solid idea, but abstract and Shippou had decided to focus on the myths.
He interviewed the local priest and his apprentice priestess for any knowledge, beliefs, or opinions. There was a shrine not far from his dorm, as he liked to call his housing. In fact that religious sanctity was just a block away. He'd visited once at the New Year and tied his wish to a tree branch. Shippou had gone in a large group of his friends from the boarding house for orphans. He didn't like calling it that, it was a hard reminder for many, but that is what is was. That was one of the first times he had seen Kagome. She was a volunteer for the shelter and chaperoning their trip. She was, in fact, the one who had helped him tie that wish onto the lowest tree branch, though at first she had scolded him for attempting to climb the tree.
The shrine was apparently owned by her family and that one of the reasons she agreed to accompany the kids for the New Years celebration. She was home for the week, but hadn't wanted to just sit around the whole time. Somehow Kagome had come upon the boarding house and asked if there was anything she could do to help out. Kagome would never know that the wish they tied together actually did come true. Shippou had wanted a place to belong and he found that in the clumsy college student that just walked off the street out of nowhere into his shelter asking to volunteer.
After that night, she kept coming back, once or twice a week when her schedule allowed it. Kagome soon became the light of his life. She brought him gifts, but they weren't the normal ones he would get because people felt sorry for him. No- the first thing she brought him was a two pack of soap, a brush, and a pack of hair ties. Kagome ordered him to shower and change then she put his messy shoulder length hair into a neat ponytail. Shippou's hair had always been down and the full mane never quite suited him. The woman cut his bangs so that they didn't come below his eyes and Kagome put it up into a pony tail. It was like a new Shippou was born. He had looked at her sitting behind him on the chair with her hands on his shoulders. A large smile was blooming on her face and all she asked was, 'Well…what do you think?' and then 'I can finally see your cute wittle face!'
Shippou pushed back form his computer leaning his chin on his hand. Kagome had cuddled him after she said that. She pinched his cheeks, one thing he absolutely hated, but she tickled him too and it made him laugh. He had squirmed in her arms and stood across the room from her breathless. Shippou had never met anyone like her. She could be klutzy and so overly energetic that it was nearly contagious, but so very kind and passionate. Kagome would give her life if she could save just one little child. And now…well Kagome could still be more of a child then him, but Shippou wouldn't have it any other way.
Shippou started from his wanderings at the ring of his phone. Shippou scowled catching the name glowing on the caller id. He rolled his eyes shortly, but still picked up the receiver as if he didn't already know who was calling.
"Moshi moshi."
"Fox boy! I need to borrow your homework!"
"Would you quit calling me that Souten?"
"Hey, it's not my fault you look like a kitsune."
"So, why did you call?"
"I need to borrow your equations sheet. You filled it out right?"
"Hai…but you should have done it as well!"
"Oi! I didn't have time!"
"Uh huh."
"I got the GREATEST idea for a picture to draw. You really have to see it. First there are some birds flying…"
"I have to go because I actually do my work."
"Hey wait-"
Shippou's dry tone, though somehow still coming across annoyed, echoed across the line before he hung up. Souten was just down the hall. Shippou could hear her frustrated complaints from where he was sitting in his swivel desk chair. She was an orphan as well and at first Shippou hadn't been sure if the kid really was a girl. Souten was a major tom-boy and only her love for drawing could balance her brutish nature. What was worse, she was often lazy and had some sort of crush on Shippou. The two fought most of the time they were around each other. Souten always wanted to borrow his homework before she was caught in a 'moment' of inspiration and had to take those three or so hours to paint.
"That girl…"
Shippou clenched his fists and turned to look out the window. He moved the curtain aside with his left hand and his chin replaced itself as before in his right palm. The blue curtain allowed the tree-filtered light into the room. The leaves would soon be blooming once again on his Japanese maple. The tie dye colors of green and yellow as new buds formed on the once-barren branches. The swing attached to one of the lower, thicker horizontal branches swung in the wayward breeze.
"Hn. Well, better get back to work."
Kagome's Apartment
Kagome stretched her arms across her body for each to briefly touch the opposite hip. Then continued the slow graceful movement in a straight line to the opposite shoulder and reached her arms above her head. In a stiff line, Kagome bent at the hips and extended down to her legs. Her flexible body folded in half and her nose resting beside and slightly between her knees. There was a slight twinge near the end of her left calf and Kagome flexed her feet to increase the tension. The ache was minimal and soon it was gone. Kagome shifted backwards so that both hands could grasp the corresponding foot. After a minute, the stretch was completed and gradually she rose back to her original position.
Releasing a deep breath, Kagome opened her eyes. She regarded the silence of her apartment. Today…was the day. It was New Years. Kagome couldn't stop the tension once again building in her body. Neither a long, hot shower nor the usual yoga positions were helping. Her stomach was in knots and her nerves were frazzled. Her teeth clenched as she shut her eyes tightly.
"Damn it Kagome…don't be so stupid."
Kagome shook her head raising a hand to tuck a loose piece of hair behind her ear. She sighed, standing. Kagome smoothed her hands over her clothes trying to rid the loose cotton shirt of wrinkles. The grey tee shirt hung low on her hips. Her black girl boxers were pretty short, only five inches long, and the cut upwards in the back to reveal the smallest bit of the lower curve of her rear. Kagome would never wear these around anyone, not even her family, but there were quite comfortable. Also if not being a little embarrassing and revealing, but this type of underwear also fit pretty well under her jeans.
Kagome whistled a soft tune to try and comfort herself as she prepared some tea. A tick sounded as the stove heated up. The water boiled on the stove, the bubbles rising slowly and evaporating. Kagome stood on her toes searching the cupboard for her Parisian mug. The one with the snow scene, but her search became frantic when the painted cup didn't come into view. Kagome shifted to move in front of her dishwasher. Her favorite ceramic mug was missing from there as well. Cerulean eyes widened and hands began to shake.
"Iie…Come down you stupid baka."
Kagome gripped the counter and took deep, calming breaths. But no matter what she did, her shoulders wouldn't stop shaking and her heart beat kept growing more rapid. Her bangs hung low over her eyes and at that moment the weirdest thought popped into her head. Kagome should go get a trim. Kagome smiled at her own foolishness. However the unprecedented mirth soon left. Kagome's back stiffened when a sound clinked behind her.
"Missing…something?"
Kagome's blue eyes swirled with grey as terror filled her soul. That was one voice she could never forget.
Ok, so surprise, surprise…my internet is once again not working. I have no idea when it will be working again, if ever. So, instead, I will update only on Saturdays when hopefully my friend will allow me to 'borrow' her computer. None of this is your fault, so I won't limit my updates to just one chapter a week. I will keep my usual schedule. Every Saturday you can expect three chapters. Though this time though, you all will have six! That's right- because you have Friday's update plus the two extra chapters I promised, then my usual three updates a week.
