The Grey Scale by Lady Kirara

Wishful Thinking

Wishful Thinking

Kagome pushed open the door to her apartment and lugged her soaked things in after her. She knew that this time of the year was best known for its torrential downpours, but sometimes she really hated it.

Setting her purse and keys on the small table she noticed the red flash of her answering machine. Normally anyone who needed to get a hold of her called her cell or phoned her at work. Assuming it was a telemarketer she let the message go unheard and instead busied herself with changing out of her wet clothes.

“Honestly Kagome, I don’t know why you don’t carry an umbrella with you more often.” She exclaimed to no one in particular. Once she was in dry clothing she made her way back to the machine. Clicking the button she wandered into the kitchen intent on finding something to make for dinner.

You have one new voice message. First message:

When a familiar voice filled the living room she actually had to stop and look around to be sure she wasn’t imagining it. As Sesshoumaru’s voice filled the small apartment Kagome was shocked to realize the message was actually from him. The fact that she’d never given him her home phone number hadn’t even crossed her mind… or her address for that matter.

…I will pick you up at 6:15 sharp.

When the beep signaling the end of the message went off Kagome replayed it once more to be sure she’d heard it correctly. Looking at her watch it read 6:03. “Oh crap! He’ll be here any minute!”

Pulling something from her closet, she was almost finished when the doorbell rang. “Come on in. I’ll be just a minute!”

When she turned the corner she found him inspecting her assortment of trinkets. “Sorry I took so long. I got home late and only just heard your message a little while ago.”

Sesshoumaru nodded, but didn’t look away from the case. “Your own personal collection I take it?”

“Yeah, I started it right after I came back. Most of the pieces I got from work. Some were things we couldn’t sell.” Kagome joined him at the case. “This piece here,” She pointed to a decorated fan, “The bidding lasted longer than any other piece that day. I paid almost double what it was worth, but I had to have it. Of course it’s not the real thing. Most of them are probably long gone by now.”

Sesshoumaru took care not to touch the glass, “This one is real.”

Kagome beamed. “I wish I didn’t have to leave it in the display, but I’m too afraid the leather will break if I wear it again.”

Sesshoumaru straitened himself and headed for the door. “Perhaps one day I shall allow you to see my own collection as well. For now, we are needed elsewhere.”

Kagome smiled at the prospect. Sesshoumaru and her weren’t friends, the better term was probably acquaintances, but given time, maybe someday they would be.

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Prompt: Time

Words: 500

Posted: 4.14.13

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