Chapter 5: A perfect fit.
You understand.
It had been about four days since I had last seen her, and all I could do was lay in bed and think about what she had said and the way she looked. Her pain-stricken face. It was the kind of thing that stayed with you. She was not wrong at all. I did understand. I was the only one of us who did. Sesshomaru got his happy ending, he would never truly understand what we were feeling. We're in the same boat she and I. A few times I returned the favor and listened in on her, but she was always silent. Except for today she wasn't home I heard her leave around three o'clock and she hasn't come back yet. It had been almost six hours. Not that I was keeping track of her or anything like that. I wasn't sure if she wanted to be alone. Especially after that day. Was she hiding from me? Was she finished talking to me? Had she lost interest in our newfound friendship? I had a million questions and no answer. I groaned dragging my hand across my face.
"Screw this."
I got out of bed and got dressed. I wasn't going to stay here and mope around. I grabbed my keys and wallet off the counter and headed out. I pulled the hair tied out, shaking out my hair, and pressed the elevator button. It dinged and the doors opened, and there she was but she wasn't alone. There was a man with her. It had caught me off guard, and he had noticed. The last thing I expected Kimi to bring home was some man-boy. He was some young little thing. He couldn't be more than twenty-five. He was human too. They stepped off the elevator, and he looked me up and down. He slipped his skinny arm around Kimi's shoulders.
She smiled and gave me a nod. "Kouga, this is Akira."
He gave me a fake smile, holding out his hand to me. I took it. He tried to pull some alpha move and squeeze my hand. A typical human male thing to do. I squeezed his hand back hearing a slight crick and saw the strain on his face. I smirked and let his hand go before I did any real damage. He clear his throat and squeezed her shoulder. Making sure that I saw. He was sad. Trying to use her to prove his dominance.
"Akira, it's nice to meet you." he'd said.
"I wish I could say the same. Kimi, it was nice seeing you." I said walking into the elevator.
I turned around pressing the button. That's when I saw that smirk on his face.
What a dick.
I had no job; technically. It was the middle of the week and I was drinking alone, because my closest friend, my brother. Who wants nothing to do with me because I am in love with his wife… again which is fair. Just because I understood how he felt. It didn't mean I had to like it. I groaned, and down another shot glass. How far I had fallen. I checked my watch. At least I wasn't drinking in the morning. Was this going to be my life from now on? Or at least until I got my shit together. Some woman sat on the barstool beside me, and I could feel her staring. I didn't bother looking at her. I wasn't looking for someone to hook up in a bar with. This is why I preferred to stay home and drown my sorrows there.
"Hey, there handsome."
She was wearing an overwhelming amount of perfume on and it was messing with my nose. She slid one hand up my arm. The other gripping my thigh.
"Sorry, I am not interested."
She gave my arm a squeeze. Oh come on, you haven't even looked at me."
I pulled money from my wallet and dropped it on the counter, walking out. Sleeping with her would do nothing for me.
I walked out of the elevator. Surprised I had made it home in one piece. I was a bit drunk. Possibly more than a bit. I should not have been drinking and driving. That was terrible on my part. I stumbled into the hallway. Stopping at a door that wasn't mine. I banged on it. Probably a little harder than I should have. The door swung open and it was him standing there. Akira. I wasn't going to let him take the only thing I had close to a friend away. I looked past him. Kimi was sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in her hand and what seemed to be a slight smirk on her lips.
"Can't you see we're busy?" he'd said.
I growled and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him out into the hallway. I stepped in, closing the door behind me. Leaning against the door, I looked over at her. She was smiling behind her glass of wine. She wore nothing but a silk robe. Her hair was up in a bun. Why was she dressed so comfortably? Of all the things I could have been worried about. I must have looked like a drunken fool right now.
"That wasn't very nice of you. Throwing a man out without his shoes and jacket. That was very beastly of you. I'm surprised he left without them."
"Does he understand you as well?"
She looked at me strangely. She must not have understood what I had meant. Until a sudden look of realization washed over her.
She gave me a small smile. "Are you jealous Kouga?"
I slid off my shoes. "I did not say that. I just wanted to know if a lot of people get to see you like this."
"In a nightgown?" She walked over to me, grabbed my shoes, and put them on the rack. "Do not worry. You are the only one that has seen me that way. My pride could not afford yet another person to see me at my absolute worst. You are my only friend. I promise you that."
Why did that seem to make me feel better? Was this just drunken jealousy? Or did I not want someone to be taken away from me again? Was it just the fear of being alone? She leaned against the counter, tilting her head to the side.
"It's nice to see that you're alive. After that day I didn't hear from you." I'd said.
I didn't like this. Being drunk gave me verbal diarrhea.
"If you wished to see me, you should have come down the hall."
"And barge into your apartment unannounced?"
She smiled. "As you did just now?"
I sank to the ground. "Fair point."
"You are drunk Kouga."
I hiccupped. "I am well aware. I should leave." I said, but I did not move.
"I do not think you are going anywhere, and I do wish to carry you, my dear," she said sitting beside me.
I sighed. "How am I supposed to fix all of this? I have no idea where to start."
"Neither do I. You and I are so similar yet so different. Loving people we should not. Holding onto things we should not."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "One day I met her and everything was different. I remember all of it. Every smile, every laugh, every time she yelled at me; scolded me. I loved her at a different time and a different place, and I love her even now. My head knows that I can't have her but that doesn't stop my heart from feeling the way it does. How twisted is that?"
She leaned her head on my shoulder. "If you are twisted, then so am I."
"Maybe the universe fucked us up so much that we have no choice but to gravitate toward one another."
She laughed. "Yes. A perfect fit."