InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Attempted Fouls ❯ Short Yet Sweet ( Chapter 5 )

Attempted Fouls

By: Chibi-Suiko

A/N: Wow, first I'd like to say thanks to the few readers who've picked up on the plot and told me what you thought. My friends were kind enough to review on FanFiction.Net but I have to say that what surprised me the most was getting three reviews on MediaMiner.Org. You guys, I have so much to thank you for. I thought at first that getting one review per chapter was good but then I posted the last one and I got loaded with positive comments about my plot. This goes to all of you!

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I don't want anyone else to own them. I don't wanna be sued for stealing characters.

Summary: Kagome, tired of InuYasha's less-than-friendly behavior towards her, fakes a marriage in order to convince him of his love for her. Will be Inu/Kag later on with smidges of Mir/San.

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Things had been quiet ever since the last youkai attack. Miroku had been busying himself peeping at Sango and Shippou was helping Kagome arrange flowers for the up-and-coming celebration.

"You know, InuYasha, it's kinda fun. Maybe you should give it a try." Kagome attempted to coax him from the branch he was laying in, but she sighed, all ready knowing full well what his reply would be for looking into such a womanly task.

"Feh. You have got to be kidding me, Wench! You two baka's can play with your little rosemary all you want. I, however, have better things to be getting along with." And he turned his head with a snort.

"... Eh..? InuYasha... Listen to me for once. I'm leaving for home permanently in under a year... Do you get it yet? I'm not coming back! I may mean hardly a thing to you but can't you handle a few more months with me? Then I'll be out of your life forever and you can get back to your pleasant little days without me here to care!" Kagome yelled heatedly, "Until then, stay civil with me at the very least; after all, I'm sure that after I'm gone, Kikyou will take great care of you!" From then on, she tried to ignore his stare that fell on the top of her head, "... Baka..!" She muttered frustratedly.

"Hanyou ears come in handy, Wench! I can hear everything you say, especially from a fifteen foot distance!" He jumped down from his arch with a blunder, trying to ignore the fact that the girls' final traveling back to 'where and when she rightfully belonged' didn't seem as wonderful as it was made out to be, "You expect so much just because we won't be seeing you anymore! Well, guess what?! I don't happen to be that torn up about it!" He was ready to stalk off when he saw her flower arrangement, "You need more center... Use something filling, like blossoms..." He said with a soft flush on his cheeks, almost like he was just realizing that he'd made that comment out loud.

"Um... Arigatou..?" Kagome muttered again, her own blushing proving its inevitability. She supposed that she should have been angry, or at least upset at his comment but it was rather weird. It was like she all ready knew that he was lying, at least somewhat. At the moment, he was trying not to catch her eye, though suffice to say that he was failing miserably.

"It's nothing, really... My mother, though; she was trained in the art of flower arrangement. It's how she lived; how we lived. I just happened to learn a bit from her." And then InuYasha was gone, using his reflexes to bound from branch to branch.

Kagome sat by the ground entrance to Keade-bachan's village with Shippou, trying to come to terms with what had happened just a moment before, "Well... That was strange; and maybe a little more than..."

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InuYasha was sitting calmly, now, by the edge of a river. It was actually the exact one that he'd first seen Kagome's entire body (reference to episode three... I think) for the first time. He blushed, as great as that vision had been to his eyes, it was beside the point. Permeating inside of his head were the still troubling muddled thoughts of... Well... Everything he'd always known.

And what he'd always been able to grasp, per say, just happened to be Kikyou and Kagome.

Kikyou had been a soul who'd needed him, a soul he'd grown to need.

Kikyou had been alone; possibly admired but not understood. He had immediately recognized that feeling and taken incentive to acknowledge their likeness. And it was from that likeness that formed a great love.

But that love had been destroyed by Naraku. Possibly permanently, but at that time he hadn't been sure.

He had awoken fifty years later, after being pinned to the God tree to protect the Shikon jewel, which had all ready been in his grasp at the moment of his 'dying', to see 'Kikyou' standing before him, sniffling like a human girl; like the human girl that she had never been able to be. Some time after that, he had come to recognize that girl as 'Kagome'.

Kagome wasn't a mortally wounded soul. If anything, she was the warmth of the sun in physical form. She brought to life the prospect of human differences and nature and evolution to his numbed eyes. She offered things such as 'friendship' and 'light' and 'happiness'... All of which had been in great need to his world and time.

And now... He'd come to terms with everything about Kikyou. And Kagome had tried to convince him of that, this whole time. But did she have a reason..?

Did she want thanks?

He sighed; ever since his finding out about Kagome going back to her real home (let alone her becoming bonded for life with some anonymous man), new thoughts had emerged from the deepest places of his mind. Questions he'd never really thought about, even when in his relationship with Kikyou.

Will I forget her? Can we finish the Shard hunt without her? Is she really that important to me? Is she so blind not to see that I care?

He supposed those questions weren't so foreign to him, or hard for him to think about, since he did have the answers. He supposed that the real question that he ought to fear the answer to would be, Eventually... Will she learn to forget me?

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Miroku sighed.

Sango sighed.

Miroku's hand moved to caress the tajiya girl's bottom.

Sango blushed in mutilation and slapped him away.

"One of these days Houshi-sama, that cursed hand of yours is going to cause every female on the planet to commit suicide... Now what do you plan to do after those events?" She admonished, her face still slightly red.

Miroku just looked away, unable to explain.

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A/N: There ya go... I spent a while thinking up tidbits to add to this chapter while on a Christian youth group trip this weekend. I had a total of four hours sleep last night. I'm ready to collapse so... Over-all, there's nothing, really, to say. I guess all there is to get across is that...

--Chibi is now signing off. (.^_^.)

PS (PLEASE READ!): Oh, yeah... Also, for those of you who 'like' this fic, please don't hesitate to check out my bio page for a nice set of Inu/Kag one-shots! (I think I've made seven so far, and there's more to come if this Inu-infatuation keeps burning)!

--Okay, NOW Chibi is choosing to end transmission. (.^_^.) ;;