InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ 38 Shades ❯ Friend ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer- I'm really getting tired of writing this over and over again, so I'm going to say this only once!!!!! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm not saying this any more!!!!!

A/N- Ummm, I tried to make the chapter longer, but I don't think I succeeded. I have a habit of giving my stories short but plentiful chapters. Also, this chapter didn't have much to it. I just wanted Sessy and Kags to be friends. Remember, review!

CH 4- Friend

In the yard of the school, I fell to my knees. I gasped when pain went through my shoulder. My shirt was soaked with blood. I couldn't believe that I had gotten physically hurt. That had never happened to me before.

I never want to go back there. It could be there, waiting for me to show up. No, I couldn't go into that place.

"I always seem to show up when you're in pain. I wonder why that is?"

I jerked, a scream fighting to get out of my throat. It was the guy I had talked to at lunch. He was wearing black pants and a black hoodie. He looked kinda cute. He was on the right of me, so he didn't see my shoulder.

"I couldn't care less. Leave me the hell alone."

He just lifted an eyebrow. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I did that?"

"I don't care what kind of gentleman you are, just leave me alone." I started to get up, but my shoulder stopped me. I moaned and sank back down on my knees. I felt faint and started to fall backwards.

Nosey-dude dropped down on his knees and grabbed my shoulders to keep me up. I screamed when his fingers clenched into the cut. He moved his hands to my back. He noticed the blood.

"Jesus…What did you do?"

"Nothing, I did nothing. It was all it." I couldn't keep my eyes open. Everything seemed far away.

"Who? Never mind, let's get you to the hospital."

I heard that clearly. " No! No hospital. Hate hospitals."

He hesitated, then gently picked me up. "Fine, no hospitals. I'll take you to my house."

That was the last thing I heard before I passed out.

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I woke up to the sun shining on my face. I knew instantly I wasn't at home. This was a different bed, different walls. There was no feeling of loss here, no feeling of pain. Instead, there was happiness, warmth. I slowly sat up. I wasn't wearing my shirt. I was wearing a large white t-shirt. I could feel the bandage on my shoulder. I looked around. I was in a large room, the walls painted light blue. I was in a large four-poster. There was a dresser across from me, with a large mirror. To my right was a floor-to-wall window, the curtains pulled back. By it was a desk and chair. To my left were a closet and a door to a bathroom.

I held my head in my hands. I remembered last night and it. The roar was still in my mind, faint, but there. I also remember Nosey-dude. I wasn't in a hospital, so I was probably at his house. It seemed really funny to me. Here I was, in a guy's bed in his house, and I didn't even know his name. I guess I had to be nicer to him now, since he had taken care of me.

"So, you're awake. Are you feeling better?" It was Nosey-dude. I can't keep calling him that. He was leaning in the doorway, today in black jeans and a Slipknot t-shirt. He really was cute.

`Yeah, I'm feeling better. Thanks for not taking me to the hospital. I hate hospitals."

"I know. You told me before you passed out."

"I hope I didn't get too much blood on you."

He looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't think it was appropriate. "Am I in your house?"

"Yes. You've been asleep for about two days."

"That was a joke, right? I couldn't have been asleep that long. I wasn't that hurt."

He lifted an eyebrow. "Want to bet? And you were that hurt, the cut was all the way to the bone. You're probably going to have a scar.

I reached up and touched my shoulder. I wasn't really vain, but this was too much. Not only something hurt me, but also left it's mark on me. I tried to hold back the tears, but they slipped anyway.

My doctor came to me and sat next to me on the bed. He brushed the tears away. "Hey, it's okay. It's not that bad. You're still gonna be able to use the arm."

I just shook my head. I couldn't tell him, he wouldn't understand. So I just cried there, letting myself be selfish. I wanted to cry for my innocence, because I knew everything would be different because of it. I finished my crying, and felt a little bit better.

"Are you okay? Do you feel better?"

I nodded. Then I pulled back away from him. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath. It was morning; I had to move on. When it got dark, then I could worry. I turned to him.

"I don't know your name. What is it?" He didn't seem fazed by my sudden switch in mood.

"My name is Sesshomaru."

I've heard that name before. Where have I heard that name before? "You're the dude who punched one of the teachers, aren't you?" He grimaced.

"I really don't like being reminded of that."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Because he said some things I would like to forget."

I frowned at him, but didn't press him for information. I hate when people do that to me, so I wasn't going to be nosey like them.

"Well, I told you my name, what's yours?"

"Mine? It's Kagome."

He nodded. "Nice name. Suits you. Are you hungry?" I was about to say no when my stomach decided to answer for me. "I'll take that as a yes. Come on, let's get you some breakfast."

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That was one of the most interesting days of my life. I had breakfast with Sesshomaru and spent the day with him. He's really quiet and tends to hold in his emotions. I don't think I saw him smile once. His dad was okay, but his mom was stuck up and prissy. I could tell she didn't want me there. But he's not as stuck up as you would think he would be, with him being so rich and stuff. He's cool and he's actually a friend now. I think. If he is, he's my first one. My first actual friend. I never got along well with other children, even when I was younger, because I would tell them about the shades and how they died. But I didn't tell Sesshomaru about my little "powers". I've learned better.

And that night, it didn't come for me. Neither did the whispers. But that didn't stop me from lying awake imagining them.

Maybe life will get better for me. But I doubt that. Nothing is ever better for me. And those kids won't leave me. They stay with me, no matter how much I try to forget them. That shames me. How could I want to forget that scene, those kids coldly murdered? I know I have to save them. I can't let them be in pain forever, just because I don't want to get a little hurt.

Life is strange and mysterious, always changing, never stopping. Someone dies, another gets born. But nobody can take the place of one who has died. I want to save them, save them all.