InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Avoidance ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Yes, I know I said I would wait to release another chapter, but I am close to finishing the third chapter, and the first one was shorter than I thought. You see, I'm writing them out manually. You know, on paper. And so, the chapters seem so long when they're shorter than I thought on the computer. So, I will be trying my best to keep getting these chapters out as often as possible. So, sit back and enjoy the next chapter. 

 

Avoidance: Chapter 2

 

 

"Here I go again..." I sighed to myself.  Man, these flights around the world are getting taxing to not only the pocketbook, but also on the body.  I was never really one who loved to travel, but I wanted to do all I could to avoid those monthly changes.  I refuse to cower in the corner like a weakling.

 

So, I do what I must.  I travel.  What sucks is I have to put up with the strange looks from the questioning idiots who can't mind their own business and the fact that sometimes, flights might either be delayed due to weather or terrorist attacks.  Yeah, you heard what I said, terrorist attacks.  They are rare, but always a possibility. 

 

One winter, I actually ended up causing an uproar when my flight was delayed in the U.S. due to weather.  Well, I ended up stranded in the airport.  Since I was bored as all hell and the battery went dead in my handheld, I fell asleep.  Well, needless to say, the sun set right before I awoke, and I transformed into a human right before everyone's eyes.  I ended up hiding in a tree about a mile away for the rest of the night and then flying back a month later.  Hey, it was more convenient shrug.

 

I will never forget that night.  I screamed just as loud as the woman who was the first to notice the changes taking place.  Obviously, everyone thought their eyes were playing tricks on them 'cuz they never said anything since the incident.  Yes, even the airport personnel were aware of my change.

 

Oh well, other than that time, if I found out I wasn't going to make the flight on time, or that there was to be a delay, then I just did what I could.  It sucks, because I end up sitting all night in a tree, in the bushes in someone's yard, or a hotel if I could find one.  Hotel stays for me are generally easy if I am pre-warned in enough time to book a room before my transformation.  That way, I can use my passport.  As soon as I lose the gold eyes and the silver hair, I become someone else entirely in looks.  I swear, even my cheeks bones change slightly.

 

As I sat in my seat waiting for the plane to take off, I noticed more people around me.  This month's trip was a long one so far.  With it being after the holidays, more people were traveling on business trips paid for by their employers.  Meaning, less in coach, more in first class.  Along with the new developments in computer technology and hand-held gadgets, many of my fellow citizens were traveling to the U.S. and the Americans were following me home.  This was something I expect though.  People after the holidays traveling to spread the news on the new products they would come up with for the next Christmas.  Geeze!  Didn't Christmas just pass?  Give it a rest!

 

Sigh Oh well, I guess I have to grin and bear it.  As I look over my shoulder, I notice the only seats empty are the two beside me.  This time around, the window seat was taken already.  I was so upset when I found out.  I asked to get the one next to it, but that one was reserved as well.  So I ended up with an aisle seat this time around.  I waited impatiently as passengers one by one filed onto the plane.  I started tapping my fingers and my feet as it neared the time for take-off.  I looked at my watch.  Ten minutes left. 

 

"Please, please...Let them miss the flight..." I said quietly to myself.   As I puffed air through my lips, I suddenly noticed someone step up beside me with a gasp.  I looked to the body beside me and up to see a woman with a look of disappointment on her face.

 

"Well, I guess this will have to do.  C'mon, Kenny." the woman said as she directed her son past my feet to sit beside me as she stuffed her purse and carry-on bag in the compartment above me.

 

I scoffed silently to myself as my face gained a look of discomfort.  Not only will I be stuck on this flight for 13 hours, but next to a kid?  In first class?  I rested my elbow on the armrest and my face in the palm of my hand.  Damnit.  13 hours next to a kid who was more than likely going to want my attention and will annoy me the whole time.

 

As I sat and contemplated how I was going to get through this one sanely, I felt a pair of eyes burn through me.  "What?" I grunted without looking at him.

 

"You're not from here, are you?" the runt asked.

 

I turned my eyes to look at him as I lifted my head from the cradle of my hand and replied with,”No, course not." in a sarcastic tone.

 

"You look weird.  Are you old?" The kid asked.

 

I smirked as I replied with, "Yes.  Can you guess how old I am?"

 

"50!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

 

I laughed aloud.  The kid was surprised by my reaction to his joke, which was supposed to be a retort.  I stopped laughing and looked to him with a wide smirk when I pointed my thumb upwards.  The kid just guessed again.  "60?"  My thumb gestured upwards again, gaining his reaction of, "You've got to be kidding!"

 

I snickered as I leaned towards him and whispered in his ear my true age.  He gasped and looked at me as I flashed my ears.  The kid screamed loudly, startling everyone as the plane finally took off.  The kid remained quiet the rest of the flight and the mother switched seats with the kid because he was afraid of me.  Ah.  I gained a bit of peace so that I could sleep for a few hours.

 

Dream Sequence

 

I was stranded again, only this time; it was on a plane, which was grounded due to a highjacking.  Of course, just my luck, I end up on the flight with the assholes asking for demands.  I did what I could to beat the crap outta the jackasses, but due to the windows being locked shut, I didn't see the sun set outside.  So, needless to say, I transformed in the midst of kicking ass.  Once the highjackers noticed, they jumped me.

 

(Meanwhile, it's dinner time on the plane and the stewardesses are wheeling the meal carts down the aisles.)

 

I was doing what I could to fend them off and protect the other idiots on the flight with me, when one of the jerks brought out a bat from outta nowhere.  All I saw next was a bat coming at me.  I ducked, but then he dodged my punch and slipped behind me...

 

Bash! "AH!" I exclaimed as I was knocked from my seat, literally.

 

"Oh my gosh!  Are you okay?" the flight attendant asked as she stepped around the meal cart and saw whom she had smacked with it.  "Oh, it's you." She said sarcastically as she knelt beside the man she least looked forward to seeing.

 

I shook my head as I regained consciousness.  As soon as my eyes focused, I saw her.  That woman who gave me grief the month before.  I saw the meal cart behind her and became angered.  Then I realized I was hit by that metal meal cart.

 

"You rammed that thing into me! Can't you look where you're going with that thing?"  I shouted as I pointed with my free hand while the other held my aching brain in place.

 

"Well, excuse me!  I didn't see your 'attached head' drooping over your armrest!" Kagome spat as she crossed her arms over her chest.

 

"If you continue to treat your passengers with such negligence as you're treating me, then I'm sure you'll never work on another plane anywhere!" I shouted as I looked at my hand that was covering the wound to see it spotted with blood.  Just as I did that, I heard gasps from the passengers near me.  "He's bleeding" was said by the boy I freaked out earlier.

 

At that comment, my gaze rose to the woman before me.  "What?" she asked as she leaned back on her feet.  I turned my hand to show her the evidence of her stupidity.  She gasped, covered her mouth and then bowed her head in shame for a moment.

 

"Well?  Are ya gonna clean up this mess, or what?" I asked with an angry look in my eyes.

 

She looked at me with apologetic eyes and then helped me stand with her.  She held my arm as she put her hand on the back of my right shoulder and she then saw the red spot amongst my thick mane of silver hair.  "Okay, let's get you cleaned up."

 

Since I was a bit woozy, I let her direct me to the back of the plane towards the bathroom.  When she and I arrived in the service area, she sat me in one of the seats as she reached for the first aid kit.

 

"Kagome, what happened?  Is everything okay?" one of the other flight attendants asked as she saw me sitting in the chair with my hand to my head.

 

"I just had a slight accident with the meal cart.  Can you distribute the rest of the food for me?" Kagome asked as my eyes shifted up to watch her pull out gauze and bandages for me.

 

"Sure." The other woman replied as she slipped between the curtains, leaving the two of us alone.  Once she had all the necessities set out, Kagome sat down beside me and angled my head to look at the wound.  She removed my bloodied hand and wiped it off quickly with a wet wipe.

 

"Okay, let's look at the damage." She said in a sigh as she turned my head a bit and began to part my hair.  I hissed at every movement as she searched for the wound.

 

"Ah!  Careful!" I spat with a hiss as she found the gaping hole.

 

"Oh, you poor thing.  It's just a small gash." She cooed as she turned my face to eye her as she tsk'd me and frowned.

 

"Shut up!  It hurts!"

 

"Sure...Big boy can't handle a wittle bit o' pain...,” she cooed as she tapped my cheeks playfully.

 

"Bitch..." I muttered under my breath.  She stopped the act and jerked my head to the side as she ripped some paper behind me and pressed something to the back of my head over the wound.  "Ow!  Can't you be a little gentler than...?” I started but stopped suddenly as I reached back to the wound and felt it.  She had slapped a band-aid to the back of my head, matting my hair in it.

 

"There, all better.  Now be a good boy and get back to your seat, okay?" she chirped, got up from her seat and started putting away the rest of the materials on the counter as I sat in my seat growling at her.  She stopped suddenly and looked at me.  "What?" she asked innocently.

 

"You stuck a band-aid in my hair!" I seethed as I made sure to flex my fingers to give her a glimpse of my talons and sneered to show my fangs.

 

"Yeah.  Don't worry, you'll live." She replied with a shrug as she continued to clean up.

 

I made a grumpy face as I stood from the chair and then stepped up behind her to whisper a comment in her ear when suddenly, the plane rocked from turbulence.  I ended up catching her from behind as she lost her balance a bit while reaching up to a high cabinet.

 

She gasped and the first aid kit flipped from her hands and spilled it's contents on the floor.  Once the motion stopped and the plane stabilized, she looked over her shoulder at me.  I took my hands from her shoulders as she righted herself.  She turned around and leaned against the counter to gather her wits as I eyed her flushed face.

 

"I'm sorry about that." She apologized kindly as she knelt to pick up the mess on the floor.  I knelt down a moment later and grabbed some of the items that had rolled out of her reach.  Once we had all the items replaced into the container, she thanked me again.

 

"It's not a problem." I shrugged as we stood.  I watched her put the container into the cabinet.  When she turned around, I suddenly gained butterflies in my stomach.  I touched the band-aid out of habitual nervousness and hissed in pain again as I noticed a slight bump had formed.

 

"Well, I'll get back to my seat." I said as I turned quickly and left through the curtains before she could respond.  As I walked down the aisle towards the front of the plane, I felt eyes on me.  I took a glance at a mirror a passenger was holding up and I saw her standing between the curtains watching me out of concern.  I smirked at her expression as I then stepped through the curtains leading into first class.

 

A few hours later, the plane finally landed.  As the passengers and I all filed off through the tunnel, I felt eyes on me again.  I checked the hat I set on my head earlier from my bag to cover the band-aid to make sure it was covered.  Good, it's still outta sight.

 

"Hey!" I heard a feminine voice call out behind me.  I looked over my shoulder to see Kagome waving at me.  I stepped through the door to the terminal and then off to the side.  She stepped over once she had emerged from the tunnel.

 

"What is it?" I asked as she came to me.

 

"I'm really sorry about what happened on the plane.  I really didn't aim for your head.  I honestly didn't see you." She said innocently.

 

I eyed her skeptically as I replied with, "Really...I hope you really mean it.  'Cuz if you're just hoping to stop me from leaving a comment of bad service provided by you on this flight, then you'd might as well forget it."

 

She scoffed, "I can't believe you just said that to me!  Even after I took care of you!"

 

I pointed to my head as I spat out, "You call matting my hair up in a band-aid 'taking care of me?'"

 

"Yes!  I coulda just left you bleeding and not helped you at all!" Kagome spat at me with a look of contempt.

 

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, that's just what ya did!  Nothing!" I shouted back at her.

 

I stood with my arms crossed and glared at her, as her face got redder by the moment.  I could tell the teapot was about to boil over when she scoffed and walked away, sending mad glances my way every few steps.  I just held my stance and expression as she eventually walked out of sight.  When she had finally disappeared, I sighed in relief and gained a bored look as I made my way to the ticket counter to book my next trip for the following month.

 

Sure, you may think me an ass after all that happened on that plane, but those butterflies scared me.  Yes, I did truly appreciate her caring for me, but she apologized sweetly.  If she hadn't done that, everything would've been fine.  You see, not only do I have a fear of my transformations, but also falling in love with some girl is the last thing I need.  I know she'd never understand.  Best to keep her mad at me.  That way, she'll never want me near her.  Ever.  That is my curse.  My blanket of security.  Loneliness.

 

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Well, there it is. The second chapter. Yes, I have been posting the chapters one right after another rather quickly. In fact, much more quickly than the others. Why? Simply because I typed up these chapters ahead of time to make sure that I had something going that was going to continue. I've had quite a problem with a couple of my fics which were very similar to writer's block and I wanted to be able to have these chapters ready and waiting to be posted ahead of time so that I could post these without putting it in the way of the other fics. Well, I certainly hope you're enjoying this fic as much as I'm enjoying Inuyasha's antics and how he's trying to keep Kagome out of his `hair'. Thanks for the reviews and your comments. `Til next time! Ja ne!