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Chapter Two
That Saturday I was a mass of nerves as I entered the cozy café. It was certaintly one that I would have normally avoided due to the high demon population that frequented the place. Yet, even I had to admit that it was darling, with its cream painted walls, scattered artwork and artefacts, and little cozy booths with curtains that could be drawn shut for privacy.
It was at on of these booths that I spotted Inuyasha sitting with his back to me.
I began to move towards him, confident that he was unaware of my presence until as I neared the table he mumbled half to himself,
"So I wasn't just imagining things" before stating louder,
"Hello Kagome"
"Hello Inuyasha" I responded rather unintelligently as I slipped into my seat.
We sat in silence after that, each sipping our coffees. It was not an uncomfortable silence, but the silence of people who are thinking seriously of what they want to say.
There were many things I wanted to ask him but I was unsure of how to approach the subject. After all how does one ask an extremely handsome man that they have only met once why they can not stop thinking about them, or why they invited oneself out for coffee?
He was finally the one to break the silence, his question abrupt with no delicate lead in
"why did you come?"
I was momentarily startled, as I tried to gather my scrambled thoughts.
"why meet me again, Kagome Higurashi, knowing what I am?"
"I… I don't know" I honestly replied before finally stating well more like questioning, "because you invited me?"
He laughed, a dry feeling less laugh at my reply,
"so you came out of pity? Is that it?"
I violently rejected this conclusion "no!"
"Then why? I want an honest answer"
He pinned me in place with his eyes, to you his questions may have seem weird but to me they made sense. He wanted to know what was up with me, why I would risk coming to meet him. It was like analyzing ones enemy to see if a truce and then a peace treaty could be formed. I did not know what to say to him, or why I really came when I walked in the door of that café, nor why I remained sitting there so out of place in my black pencil skirt and flowing blue-blouse. Yet before I knew what was happening I found my mouth opening and answers spilling forth,
"I came because I wanted; no I needed to see you again"
Shocked by my reply he broke our stare, head falling back against the back cushion of the booth.
Suddenly shy, and scared that I had been too bold, I stood and raced towards the door. I was panicking on the inside as the full weight of my words sunk in. Yet it was the truth, even now mere moments from him a part of me wanted to turn back but I would not. This was the 90's a time of increased woman's freedom, besides which I had my pride to think of, and so I continued walking, heels clacking the pavement until they were silenced by the grass of the park.
I don't know how long I had been sitting there on that desolate bench when a voice underlined with uncertainty broke through my reverie
"Kagome?"
I looked up, eyes drifting over long lean legs encased in dark slightly baggy denim, up over a lean black-encased torso to his handsome face.
"you shouldn't have said that."
I just gazed blankly at him
"I, I'm part demon, part dog demon." He informed me as if that would explain everything, even as he kept his eyes lowered to the ground
"so?" I questioned, not understanding what he meant. He heaved a sigh, one hand rising to run through his hair in a gesture of exasperation,
"so, I don't know what you want. You said you needed to see me, and perhaps that's true now… but what about later?"
I know, it seems like a very serious conversation for people that are just meeting, and I thought so too at the time, but I understand now. For him any relationship was a risk.
"Inuyasha, I meant it"
"are you sure?"
I nodded, "yes, I don't know why, and I'm not sure if I will always feel like this, but it is the truth" I admitted as he moved closer to flop down on the opposite end of the bench.
"Damn" he swore, causing me to smile inside as we both turned our attention to the pond before us.
A week ago we were strangers, and now as I sat beside him at the pond time became inconsequential. We were living in the moment on that day, our hands eventually reaching across the distance of the bench to touch harmlessly. A gesture that lead to us sitting side by side, my head on his shoulder, until finally we had to leave.
"will you meet me next week?" he asked as we stood face to face, hands still linked.
I smiled, "of course, 11am at the café?"
He shook his head slightly "no, 6pm at the café"
"ok, that should be fine" I agreed, and without thinking I placed a kiss on his cheek.
I pulled back in time to see the slight widening of his eyes, before I turned, disappearing down the path with a loud,
"next week then"
That night as i lay alone in my room theremembrance of his scent haunted my memory even as the warmth of the skin of his cheek seared my lips leaving meaching for the touch of his hands.
unknown to myself that was the beginning of my entrapment, the start of the inescapable web that I would weave around myself.
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Galene