oh god.
bet you expected alot..from the last chapter. eh? =D;;
maybe not though... e.e;
and this chapter..got deleted. like. alot of times I got SOOO frustrated. that I forgot about it for a while...
but I'm here to pick up the pieces. forgive me? .. by the way..also forgive me for the slight religious content here...no offense. but everyone knows Inuyasha. ;3
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha..and doubt I'll ever own more than a strand of silver hair. ;3
and to hell with the alternate universe thing. it's too confusing.
Anything But This
Chapter 12
Missing You
His breath was ragged, and it was getting more fast-paced by the second. His eyes remained close, not wanting to see..but feel. Heck, this wasn't his first kiss, nor was it even the second time he had been this close to Kagome. It was far from a first kiss either, but it had a different quality than that of Kikyou's smooches. Her's were eager and often too slobbery then he liked. And gross. But he could just guess that Kagome's lips would be secretive, but vulnerable enough to make even a simple close-mouthed kiss so unchaste-like he would shiver.
This was crazy. He was kissing his tutor for Christ's sakes. The only thing he liked about her was that she was fairly pretty, hell, he'd admitt she was as gorgeous as Kikyou but with a more feminine side - skirt and all. But beyond that, he had not the faintest clue why he was doing this.
His lips remained soft and unmoving, waiting for hers. But after a while, it seemed too much time had passed, or either time had really stopped. He cautiously opened his right eye - Kagome was still close to him...but all he could see was her head on his shoulder. She wasn't as close as he remembered. He then opened his left eye, and the most god-awful stink went straight to his nostrils. It was as if his sense of smell had been switched on after opening both eyes as well. He shivered as he saw Kagome's dinner on his shirt, and although the smell was being rained away, it didn't stop him from wanting to do the same thing as Kagome had.
"Oh...oh my god."
With his shudderings and soft-spoken words, Kagome mouthed something inaudible, and at the moment Inuyasha was too preoccupied with the gunk on his shirt that he didn't hear her. He simply felt her lips move against his wet shoulder, which was only a mild tickle. Soon two hands pressed themselves against his chest, and she withdrew from his grasp painfully slowly.
"Inuyasha..." She looked at him, gaze focusing so slowly she had to blink to rid of the blurriness. "Inuyasha?" She repeated softly. Her head twisted around to look at her surroundings, and her hands bunched into fists around his shirt as she remembered who she was with. Small sparks of anger arose a small flicker of rage in her, but at the moment things were too wet and dark for the fire to become alive. She dearly wanted to lie in bed and sleep.
Inuyasha said nothing to her calling, only stared at the small hands that were around his shirt and wished that they'd go away. He seriously need to discard of this particular article of clothing, and modesty really didn't matter since no one except them would be out in the pounding rain. Her fingers were cold, as his hands closed around them and pulled them away. She wobbled precariously, but he knew she'd stand and proceeded to tear off his shirt. His fingers brushed against the remnants of the stiches he had on his flank, most of his skin had already healed over it. It was ironic to think Kagome had only healed him yesterday. So much had happened since yesterday...
The wet cloth stuck to him, and he was glad he had worn a wife-beater underneath today. It was getting extremely chilly, and he knew it. And before he could do anything else with the shirt except toss it in a bin (he had hundreds more where that came from), Kagome fell into him again. He felt the fists her hands had been loosen their grip, and fall apart. Startled, he managed to maintain balance but was unable of controlling his jaws so they'd close. When a content sigh fluttered from her mouth he finally found his cool and realized she was exhausted...and now was close to sleeping as anything even standing up.
Feeling her legs buckle slowly, and her head nodding, he gave a long sigh.
"It was only yesterday....?" He asked aloud softly.
He grabbed her around the waist and flung her onto his shoulder none too gently. At the moment, he was feeling quite irked and frustrated right now and the fact Kagome was extremely heavy for being practically dead and all...was not helping matters.
But there was also the fact that he'd felt something when he was so close to the girl. Twice.
It made him feel like a small teenage boy again, and that didn't bring up pleasant memories.
Nonetheless, there were also memories he had missed...recent memories. Of Kagome.
Kagome was very much blinded when her eyes woke to morning. Early morning, but nonetheless too bright for late August. She rubbed her eyes, gave a jaw-splitting yawn and arose from the couch. Mild blurriness and a slight dizziness that was familiar came to her, but she kept on staring through the window.
"Justaminnut." She gushed, her eye shape resembling the size of the fattest, roundest almonds you would ever see. "Couch." She looked at where she had been sleeping. "Window?" She looked outside to the brightness again. A few seconds passed before she spoke again.
"Where am I?" The place seemed awfully familiar...she could tell she had seen it before...but where? A fading rust brown mark on the carpet below the window brought back a rushing flow of memories. Screaming, blood, violet, demon, Inuyasha.
She bit her tongue accidently, and for a second she was extremely glad that she had shushed herself sub-consciously. She looked to where Inuyasha would have been, on his bed and saw that it had already been tidily made. He had already left...to go somewhere. She could already guess where and flushed an ugly beet red. "Kikyou," she hissed through dry and cracked lips.
The effects of last nights drinking spree had definitely affected her, it had been the most alcohol she had ever drank and probably only the fourth time. First time was with her family, second with Hojo, third with Sango. Oh dear god what would her mother say??
Mom? Good Lord what would her mom say? And how would she explain her absence last night?
This was definitely not going to turn out well...
She peeled off the stifling blanket that was on her, and raced across the room to snatch her coat that was on his bed. Seeing that she couldn't possibly just march through the front door, she took the route most used by Inuyasha.
The window.
"Oh...shit."
Her first climb out the window had made her foot slip on a loose tile, sending it clattering down to the cement below. Anyone sleeping would probably be awake by now... Easing her way out, she unsnagged her coat from a nasty looking hook and wrinkled her nose in disgust at a white splatter of pigeon dung. Licking her lips, she realized she was extremely eager to brush. Her breath was probably as nasty as hell right now, but first she'd have to deal with her mother.
Oh no..her mom.
She was on the lower roof, a good two meters from the ground. She could jump, if she wanted to sprain her ankle and break her legs. Instead, she walked carefully around the mansion, and found the building attached to the house that was filled with cars. About more than half a meter lower, she gently tried to get on the roof of a car, and slide down from there. The car made a sound usually only aluminium cans could make from her weight, and she held her breath as she carefully jumped down. She wiped her hands from the dust that had gathered on the tops of the car, and quickly sped into a run towards the shrine.
This was not going to be good. She knew it. And now she had yet another reason to be angry at Inuyasha. Frankly, she was getting tired of all the quarrels and grudges and almost forbidden conversations. No. It wasn't him she was tired of, she realized for the first time. In actuality, she wanted it the way it had been. Snappy, but comfortable.
Which meant she missed him.
She missed Inuyasha.
Same glasses. Same neat hair. Same deadpan look. Inuyasha had found the boy, Hojo, just where where he thought he'd be on a Sunday morning. He was way too predictable for his tastes. As he neared the boy reading something like a bible on the steps of the city church, he saw him reach for a milk carton. His breakfast most likely...
"Hey, you!" Inuyasha called out casually at first, waiting to see how the boy would react. And again, as predicted, jerkily and attentively.
"May I help you?" He asked in a voice that was too pleasant for him to want to pummel, which made him want to punch him even more.
"Do you know a girl my age called Kagome?"
"Why, yes I do. Why?"
"Did you meet her yesterday?"
"I don't see how this is any of your business..." He started, but Inuyasha cut him off with one stroke of his fist. The boy fell backward onto the steps, his spectacles going askew and a bruise welling up on his cheek bone. The book fell to the ground, the pages flapping in the wind. He looked scared shitless. Pity that Kagome fell in love with a boy like him. He spat near the bible, and neared Hojo who scrambled on his back and feet.
"You hurt her, you little son of a bitch." He growled, feeling amused and seeing now that this had been the perfect way to spend his morning. It wasn't just for Kagome, he benefited from this too. This was making his anger and frustration leak out. The silence that followed irked him a little bit however.
"You hurt her, to love God. Hah." He glared at him disgusted, reaching for the milk carton and smirking as he saw Hojo flinch. Tearing the top open with a fingernail that was abnormally sharp and long, he gulped down the whole carton in a one shot. Crumpling it up afterwards, he threw it up in the air and caught it. "Shouldn't you be drinking Christ's blood or something..?"
Hojo finally found his voice. "I did no such thing to Higurashi, and whatever she told you was probably a misunderstanding--"
Inuyasha never let him finish the sentence as he directed another punch to his face. This time blood was dribbling from his nose and his glasses flew away elsewhere, leaving him squinting at the menacing figure.
"You know what?" Inuyasha growled and threw the crumpled ball that had once been a carton into Hojo's lap. "You sort of people are gay...seriously. That's your problem." He rolled his eyes, and then left Hojo whimpering. He scrambled for his glasses and finally blurted out at Inuyasha's form that had now disappeared.
"The Lord will punish you for your sins!" He cried defiantly, but two sharp white fluffy ears caught the sounds clearly even from the distance, and a moment later, a pebble rocketed through the air and knocked the poor boy unconscious.
Kagome launched herself into bed and smothered herself into her pillow. Those last few moments as she had walked into the shrine hadn't involved her mother much. At least, with her being her usual cranky self. In fact, she had been worried. Yes, in the end she had been cuffed painfully, but that had been all. So unlike her mother...they'd probably have had a wrestling match by now. First Buyo had started purring at her presence and practically demanded for himself to be carried. She did so, when Souta ran into her followed by grandpa hobbling towards her and immediately pasting an ofuda charm on her forehead. The reaction after this was the most deadpan expression you'd ever get.
Simply because her mom hadn't been there to greet her first. And that was rather disappointing, to say the least. It was more unnerving than anything, and later she was told that mom had been up all night calling and searching for her again. So when she went upstairs to her bedroom, she saw her mom curled up on her side on her own bed. It struck her heart painfully to see how much her mother cared, even though with all her abuse and shouts and all that.
But it was to say she seemed like Inuyasha. Which may have meant Inuyasha cared as well.
Her mother complained and cuffed her for her own good, and now, she had just come to realize that meant she loved her even more. It was heart wrenching to know Inuyasha could have been doing the same thing.
She wanted to know directly...it would just be too awkward to expect Inuyasha to feel anything at all and suddenly out of the blue kiss him (she had no recollection of the night before) just because she had the impulse to. It would make her look stupid, and Inuyasha wouldn't like it. "Oh my god I can't believe this..." She screamed into her pillow afterwards, muffeling the sounds. Only yesterday her infatuation in Hojo had been complete, and right now in the morning of the day after yesterday, she was already thinking thoughts for Inuyasha.
This made her as bad as that Kikyou girl then...it was crazy. Even before she had went upstairs after arriving home, Souta was blubbering about getting a call from a boy and teasing Kagome of her 'lover-boy Hojo'. A place in her chest tweaked achingly. In reality, she found out it had been Hojo. Grandpa managed to explain that Hojo had been attacked by a silver haired boy who was asking about her, Kagome. Thus the ofuda charm to ward of violent spirits. And perhaps only she knew who the silver-haired boy was.
All she needed now was for Sango calling to mope and complain about her new student, Miroku again.
The phone rang on her desk. She slipped to the floor from her bed, crawling like a snail to her desk simply because of laziness and lethargy. Putting the phone to her ear, she spoke. "Hello?"
"Hey Kag!"
It was Sango.
The irony of it all was sickening.
after Inuyasha beating up Hojo..I was at a blank at what to write. Sorry. e.e and besides. I thought I really needed to get some more characters in the plot. I'm starting to sound like J.k. Rowling, ya know? Only writing about the main characters..no fun.