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I'll Remember You

Chapter Eighteen

"Ayame!" Kagome called out as she threw her arms around my neck. I giggled and hugged my best friend back. This would be the last time I'd ever see them, I'd be gone tomorrow morning. I looked at Kagome; she was as beautiful as ever with her chocolate eyes and raven colored hair. She was petite and adorable, and her relationship with InuYasha was flawless it seemed, although they had only been dating for a short time. Nonetheless, I was pretty sure they'd stick together.

"I'm really going to miss you." Sango sighed.

I smiled lightly. I really didn't feel like smiling at all but it was something that I couldn't resist any longer. I had to show them off with a smile, I couldn't let them see how truly sad I was. I was faking to my friends, I'd carried a fraud attitude my entire life. How could I possibly stop faking now? I had a reputation to hold up with them, one was proposed me as strong woman.

How couldn't I be strong? I was moving away from everything that I had ever known. I was leaving the place where I grew up. I was turning away from the place that taught me my morals and broke down my attitude, the place that made me strong yet weak, the place were tough love was spawning everywhere. I was walking away from my friends, and the only member that actually was part of my life. This place was in my past, it was my past. This place was the only place I ever knew.

They were going to take me to some fancy restaurant. I was dressed in a pure white silk dress with a silver bow around my hips. On my feet were silver shoes and my hair was pulled back and curled. I looked at my friends. Kagome was in a navy velvet halter dress and black shoes, Sango in a green conservative knee-length, and the boys in black pants and dress-matching dress shirts. They all looked so cute, with their respected boyfriend/girlfriend, depending on who you were talking about. Why couldn't that be Koga and I, too?

Who knows? Maybe I'll get somebody really good looking. Maybe I'll get a young Brad Pitt (like in Troy with his long hair). Young Johnny Depp (like when he got sucked into the bed by Freddy Kruger, although he got better looking with age). There was Matt Damon (with all of his war movies portraying those muscles). Ben Affleck must be pretty amazing, since he's with Jennifer Gardner. Brendan Fraser was always famous for his good looks, with that Tarzan body. Steven Strait made an amazing warlock in The Convent, along with Taylor Kitsch (my favorite of them all; have you seen those abs!).

Except, nobody was as perfect as Koga.

6'3'' guy of my dreams. Dark features with tanned skin. His hair as black as night, shiny and silky, and impossibly straight. His shoulders broad, his waist thin. His lean shape was muscular and showed years of hard work from a dedicated athlete. He hadn't surprised anybody when he had joined college for the football team. He was offered so many places but didn't have the power to pull away from his hometown to span out and join another country, even though it could have been more beneficial. His legs were muscular and toned like the rest of his body. I wanted to cuddle up against those pecs and hold onto those biceps right now while they're wrapped around me.

I'd never feel those arms again.

Koga POV

It was time to face the facts. I would never see Ayame again. She was out of my life, forever. I wouldn't be able to go over to America to hunt some girl down who didn't even want me. I didn't have time for that, or money. I was going to waste my life away because I let her get away from me. This wasn't my fault, this was hers. I wasn't the one that had decided to leave for America. I wasn't the one who decided that Japan wasn't a good enough life for me. I wasn't the one who was too good for my friends.

"Hey, so are we going to put all of this behind us?" she asked.

"Yeah, we're going to hang out tonight, right?" I questioned.

"Of course we are. Dinner and then your place?" her voice was seductive.

"What are we going to do at my place?" I smirked. I may as well have fun.

"You'll see, sexy." Her voice drug on.

"Well then let's hurry because I'm curious." I flirted back.

Everybody had a different way to deal with pain. I was going to surround myself so I wouldn't feel it. I was going to make myself so busy so that I could fool myself into thinking this was her fault. I didn't want to waste my life away with mourning because everybody thought I ruined our relationship. We were going to break up either way, what'd it matter about when and how it occurred?

I threw on black dress pants and a black dress shirt. For a tie I had on a silky blue that matched my eye color. I looked good to say the least. I pulled my long hair back into a ponytail. In less than ten minutes Emi was at my door in a baby blue dress that barely left anything to imagine. She was definitely anything but innocent and that was exactly what was going to get Ayame off my mind. How could I possibly concentrate when I had somebody who was practically fully exposed. She wasn't as good looking as Ayame though.

Ayame had full but slight hips. She had long hair that flowed down to the small of her back, several oranges and golden colors found throughout it. Her waist was so tiny that it made her huge breasts look even bigger. There was nothing better than seeing her in a bikini with her flat stomach that had a slight ab formation (just a little to be sexy), those breasts smashing up against each other, that ass, and those legs. Her butt popped out and was nicely shaped and firm. Her legs were toned and long, going on forever and shaped incredibly.

But Ayame would be in America with her American boys. I would be here playing football with the Japanese team I had gotten to know so well. Football wasn't even something I wanted anymore, I just wasn't interested in it. Ever since I had gotten with Ayame I began to realize who I really was and what I really wanted. I didn't want football, my dad wanted it. I wanted to play my guitar and sing, I wanted to be involved with music.

It would kill my dad, he always wanted that perfect athlete. He had gotten that perfect athlete but he was about to have that son of his taken away from football. I was never meant to play sports. Well, I was obviously, or else God wouldn't have made me so good with sports. Maybe he had given me those skills so I could please my dad. I wasn't sure how he was going to take it but, in one way or the other, he was going to have to deal.

Emi was thin but didn't have a very curvy figure. She was practically straight with a less than abundant chest. She had blonde hair but her black roots were starting to grow out and it didn't look very good at all. When it got down to it, she had nice legs but they weren't sexily toned like Ayame's, she had a nice butt but it wasn't as nice as Ayame's. Her cheekbones stuck out just a little too much and her eyes were as black as night (not the beautiful green of Ayame's).

What was I doing, thinking about her?

I was destroying myself.

"Are you ready?" I asked quickly, tired of her looking at me and licking her lips (thinner than Ayame's full luscious ones).

I know it's pretty short guys and I apologize! I've started A Run for Your Money but I'm not uploading until I have a couple chapters. Forgotten will be written in shortly. Thank you guys for all the reviews. I was so happy when I saw that I had gotten so many reviews! Big thanks to RoobyDoobyDoo who came back! Pray with me guys and beg her to death and maybe she'll write a new Ayame and Koga story for us! She's an amazing writer, like many of you as well!

I don't know, the story is pretty boring so far, I didn't know how to approach it but please give it a try! Well, it's not really that boring, I just like to get to all of the fun and action but usually end up rushing things to much. I apologize but please keep an eye out for my new story and know that I haven't given up on the old ones! I just have been so obsessed with this story and this is the eighteenth chapter, meaning that there is only two more chapters until it's over.

The story will have a sequel, since you guys probably won't like how it'll end (hint hint: it ends in a cliffhanger!) Don't hate me guys, I'll try to update everything as soon as I can but I've been lacking so much time lately. Between my schoolwork, driving, and walking the dog I barely have much time to write a lot. I have to fit in a shower and everything as well and it's so beautiful out that I don't want to be inside. Here's my warning though, I'm going to be so busy this weekend.

I have tanning after school most days so I get home later, especially after I finish eating. We usually go out to eat Friday's and I think I might hang out with friends. If not, I'll write! Saturday I have to go to my friend Drew's wedding; he's 18 or 19 and getting married to a girl he only dated for a few months! It's crazy but it must be love (meanwhile his younger brother got back with his cheating ex...). Sunday I'm going to Branden's for some Catholic name thing for his sister (don't know how to spell the thing and there's no suggestions). Anyway, sorry for this super long author note, I really didn't mean to. Please don't be mad at the length of this but sometimes short chapters can be the greatest ones and I love leaving you guys hanging :p

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