Challenges, Drabbles, & Oneshots by r0o by sugar0o who lurks

Cry Me a River - dark/drama

Warning: AU/PG-13 'song-oneshot'. Dark. Romance. Char deaths. 2400+ words.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByUOFV5TusE&feature=related  <--The song that Inspired it

Cry Me a River........................................For SKYE's Challenge: Fortune, Late entry 06/16/09

Kagome sat in a bar not far from her job in downtown Kyoto. The atmosphere was soft yet smoky like a late night lounge should be. She could feel the eyes some males lingering over her body yet she didn’t really care as she drowned out her sorrows in a glass of brandy, the strong alcohol burning her mouth and scalding its way down her throat to her belly. The pain felt good. She held back tears thinking about the man she was supposed to be marrying, and the fact that he was at home sleeping with another woman.

Kagome was not stupid, as much as Inuyasha thought so. She’d hired a private deceptive to follow him, and get proof that she was not just paranoid. This was the man she was supposed to marry, spend her life with, she would not live a lie. The detective had called her here, to this almost shady seemingly seedy environment, perfect to wallow in pity to show her the undeniable proof that not only was Inuyasha a bastard because of birth, but his actions gave way to being able to call him that. The detective, Miroku Wantonabi was a married man, had a wife and three kids at home, and yet he hated giving news like this, seeing a face like this that shouldn’t be stained with tears.

He hated more that he actually was her old dear friend, and the friend of the jackass in the pictures as well. Miroku did not like to see Kagome like this, but he was glad if for nothing other reason then the fact that she would take both his and Sango’s word that Inuyasha was not the male to want to spend her life with. Yes, he was fun, but he was not the one to take home to her mother. He’d ended up calling a mutual friend in all of this knowing Kagome wouldn’t want to go home tonight, not to what was waiting for her, her supposed lover in the arms of another before he left to go home to his wife.

Sesshomaru had been waiting for the call, he had known from the moment he saw her that the half-breed would do this, would hurt her. He hated it. He hated more that he cared about it to begin with, deny all he wanted, he loved her, and he hated it. Going to the bar the air stunk and it burned his eyes, it never stopped amazing that humans would wallow in pity. He wouldn’t let that be Kagome, not tonight. Not ever again. The demon saw the monk, both nodding to let the other know they understood as he got up and Sesshomaru made his way over to Kagome, taking Miroku’s now unused seat.

He sat down next to the dark haired beauty, her eyes lost and distant, her hair falling from its usual neat upswept style. She looked some what tragically beautiful in the dark murky lounge, her heart broken, her cheeks and lips flushed from anger and sorrow. Looking around as he couldn’t help himself it took in the atmosphere, it was like some 1940’s lounge in a way, seedy and in some strange way kind of romantic. If it didn’t smell so bad, Sesshomaru might actually like the lounge as soothing music seemed to play in the air, dancing on broken hearts, and feeding old and new lovers wounds.

Now you say your lonely
You cry the whole night through
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you.

The taller male, she knew, had known him longer then she had known her soon to be ex lover. He was handsome, dapper, a charmer when he wanted to be, yet he was ruthless, cold, dark and ever so bright. She had always wanted him, yet never tried to have him. He was so far beyond her, out of her reach, she had truly believed that. Instead she had settled. And yet here he was when she had sent Miroku away so she could be alone. Not a friend, truly, not a parent, or a sibling, someone that shouldn’t want to see her as she was now, someone she had never wanted to see her so broken. She was upset, so much so she didn’t protests as he pulled her from her comfortable bar stool and into the isle. He held her like a man holds a woman, swaying back and forth slowly to the tune and song.

Now you say your sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you.

You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and
Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you.

“Come.” his dark, deep and seductive voice breathed softly in her ear, she swooned just a bit. The raven head shuddered and nodded to him, leaving the some of the sorrow danced away in the air, following him, letting him lead her for she felt so lost. Her lips were chapped, and dry, taught from the brutality of her own needless pointless nibbling. She followed him, as he lead her away from it all. It was raining now, not hard, nor soft, just raining. Her closes stuck to her form as he led her to his car. Being a gentlemen he opened the door for her waiting until her long slender heeled feet slid in, before he closed the door and made his way to his own side of the car.

Getting in he didn’t say anything, didn’t know what to say even if he had been in the mood to speak, instead he turned on the radio, he liked old musical jazz, and was just the tiniest bit shocked when the same song they had danced to in the lounge started over again. They pulled to a stop at a red light, and both were lost in thought, neither wanting to break the spell they seemed to be under. As he pulled off when the light changed, he happened to ask if she’d eaten yet, getting a ‘no’ from her, he used his cell to call a Chinese place near his flat, ordered so that it would be ready when they got there.

I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you…

The song was long over but more like it played the rest of the drive. But those words were stuck in her head, Inuyasha would never come around he would always be this way, it was an eye opener, yet it seemed to crush her a bit. Finally she let her tears fall, softly, and with what dignity she could, Kagome began to let her love for the idiot hanyou go. It didn’t matter if they had years together, he obviously could give it away in one night, perhaps more then one night, over and over again, how many times had he betrayed her, more then she wanted to ever know about. She didn’t protest when Sesshomaru, the older brother of her ex lover got out and got food.

She didn’t say a thing on the rest of the drive, or when he got out first and opened the door for her, helping her out of the car. He was so much better then anything she could want for, but he wasn’t hers, and she didn’t think she could even try to deal with anything like this right now. She was quiet as he brought her to the flat he lived in, the top floor of the building was a studio apartment, with many windows and an open floor plan. She smiled a bit, it was decorated like him, strong and silent, nothing too loud, yet still unique and to the point like he was. She followed him to the kitchen taking his soundless queues to get the food ready while he shuffled off to do something.

When she noticed him again, he had started music, she smirked hearing those words once more, the song from the lounge, who knew he liked such music? They set themselves down to eat, listening to the artful and sultry voice of the singer lulling them into a mood. Wine was served and before either knew they had finished and were down to just fortune cookies. Watching as he opened his, she noticed he didn’t seem to believe in them. She didn’t pry into what his said, but instead opened her own. Reading the small words, she felt like her breath was stolen from her being, ‘One can cry a river, over loses. But one should smile for new things gained.’

Kagome didn’t let him see it but that was fine as he once more pulled her to dance with him, without her heels she was so much shorted then him. He soon fixed it as much as he could by pulling her up, her skirt hiking as she wrapped her long legs around his narrow waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder as he easily swayed them slowly back to the music. It didn’t take much more then a few hot kisses on her exposed throat to be seduced, and their night was lost in passions, spent listening to music about crying rivers. She couldn’t help but smile as she finally went to sleep.

When mornings light came, she got up and dressed, kissing him on his lips before he woke and left his apartment before anything more awkward could happen. Taking the train home, she walked the rest of the way. Kagome made her way to the home she had once shared with the two timing fool. It was slow, and took much time, but it let her put her thoughts into prospective about leaving Inuyasha. Slipping her keys into the door she found it was open, suddenly she didn’t like the feeling she was getting walking into this place. Clothes were still on the floor from the night before, things were knocked over looking like something had stumbled through. She bit her lower lip in nervousness, slowly walking towards the too silent back room.

Getting there, she pushed the door open and started to cry at what she saw. Before her was her ex, his lover, and another male. Blood bathed everything still wet, slick, and so very red. It looked like a river of blood was everywhere. There was nothing not covered in the coppery scented wetness. Her chest began to hurt when she clearly saw that there was no life here, she could feel herself starting to panic, and she screamed. Arms wrapped around her turning her from the sight, and causing her to bury her face into a chest, she didn’t even question who it was, needing the comfort from such a graphic gruesome sight.

Sesshomaru had woken up the moment she’d left the apartment, remembering the night they had, remembering his fortune ‘Don’t hesitate, chances only come so often.’ He’d acted foolishly in his opinion, jumping at the woman he had wanted for a very long time, yet he couldn’t help it. He had and did still want her. Knowing that it would take some time for her to get home as she was farther away and the train this morning was not the bullet train he knew he could make it to her via car at about the same time she would make via train. He hadn’t expected to see his brother and his mistress and another male dead in her apartment.

Sesshomaru noticed right away she was too out of it to even comprehend anything he asked her, he took out his cell and called the police, and then his father. Holding on to the small woman in his arms, he never let her go as people began to flood the area, cops and sirens, his father eventually. Explaining had been hard but there were alibis for everything and video camera footage of most of it. His brother’s mistress was a married woman, Kikyo Kumo, wife of Naraku Kumo, the other dead male. They all found out later that Naraku had followed his wife, and killed both her and her lover before turning the gun on himself. It had a silencer on it, so none of the neighbors had heard, or even known.

His father offered Kagome a place to stay while things were sorted out, he did as well, she took the younger demon up on his offer. Funerals took place that week, and soon her apartment was back to some semblance of normal, yet she couldn’t really bring herself to go back. Sesshomaru took her in, he loved her, but he wouldn’t push her. He was there for her as she got back on her feet, through thick and thin. And he never made her cry. Just a few short years later they married, a happy couple they were, but no one understood why they had such a dark sorrowful song to dance to at their wedding. Only they needed to know why it was their song, but everyone did comment that them seemed made for one another, and that they danced beautifully together. They were happy, it was all that mattered.


Now you say your lonely
You cry the whole night through
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you.

Now you say your sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you.

You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and
Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you.

I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you

I cried a river over you…

~fin