Waiting Oneshot Series by PhoenixBlade

Five Minutes

DISCLAIMER: Inuyasha is property of Rumiko Takahashi and all of its respective owners. I own nothing. If I did, Kagome would be having much more fun with Sesshoumaru. Trust me, she would.

Also, once again, oneshots will be rated differently each one, so be wary. Last of all, these oneshots are FICTIONAL! Period. This disclaimer will is valid for every chapter hereon out!

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Waiting: Five Minutes

by PhoenixBlade

Rated G

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Okaerinasai: Welcome back.

Tadaima: I'm back!/I'm home!

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The smell of fresh coffee beans permeated the air. The sounds of the barista working hard behind the counter was heard even from her seat, which was the farthest and most isolated from the rest of the cafe. There was no window nor were there many other people near that area, many preferring the sunlit seats near the windows on this bright morn rather than the dim lamplit dark corner of the café.

Kagome fingered the handle of her mug of coffee, turtle mocha to be exact, which was starting to cool down. She looked at her watch and sighed. 4:55. Five more minutes, then he’d be late. She’d wait five more minutes, hell, she’d wait until the café closed down if she could. She took the day off work afterall.

She took a sip of her coffee before looking at her watch again. Only a minute went by. She felt a bit nervous. Maybe he wouldn’t make it. They made a promise that they’d get together on the fifth day of the fifth month every year to drink coffee and talk. He wasn’t much of a talker, usually the one who ended up listening to her ramble on and on about her life so far up to that point and about the past. Despite it all, she felt happy that he’d listen to her inane stories and she felt that in a way, he kind of enjoyed it.

She took another look at her watch. Another minute had gone by. Only three left. She let another sigh escape.

She had been the first to suggest that they meet at least once every year to catch up. He was, afterall, the only one left from her past. All the friends that she had made were now long gone, their own lives unbeknownst to her after she had made the final trip back to her home after her mission was done. She had tried to return to her friends, but the well had closed up and she was left to live on without them. It wasn’t until her senior year in college that she had met him again, unexpectedly, at this very café on the same day of the same month five years ago. They talked and she suggested that they do this every year on the same day. Of course, she had left it up to him to see if he wanted to do it or not. He didn’t seem interested, but he had, nonetheless, shown up every time so far, but coming a minute later every year before the time they needed to meet up.

She looked at her watch again. One more minute. Just one more minute.

There was a jingle from the front door. The baristas greeted the customer. She heard a male voice, but her thoughts returned to the person she was going to meet with. She had been scared, intimidated by him, at first. He was the terrifying older brother of the boy she had fallen in love with when she was but fifteen, but now, he wasn’t so scary. He wouldn’t try to kill her as he did so long ago. Well, he couldn’t anyway, with all the human laws that came into play. He was one of the only few left of his kind and he wanted to live quietly in the shadows instead of attracting attention. The only thing that had kept him going all this time was to see her again, a promise he had made to Inuyasha, but then, she had a feeling that perhaps seeing her again wasn’t all Inuyasha’s fault, at least, that was the feeling she got whenever she saw him.

The sound of footsteps caught her attention. She looked at her watch just as the person came to stand beside the booth. 5:00.

“You’re late,” she said aloud.

“This Sesshoumaru is never late,” came a deep voiced reply.

She looked up as the male took the seat across from her and set his mug of hot coffee on the table.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” she said to him.

He merely ‘hn’d’ and took a sip of coffee from his mug. She smiled. There was so much that she wanted to say to him...but all in due time.

“Okaerinasai,”

He stopped drinking and looked at her smiling face with his amber eyes.

He had waited five centuries to meet her again. If he could wait that long, then she could wait five minutes.

He placed the mug down and nodded to her.

“Tadaima.”