InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Can't Stop Loving You ❯ Part Nine ( Chapter 9 )

“Hello, You’ve reached the house- uh, phone- uh, message machine! Of Kagome Higurashi and Carol Flowers. I won’t bother you with my stupidity anymore, so you can leave a message after the tone-beep-thing.”

BEEP.

“Hey, Kagome? Can you pick up? Please?” InuYasha sighed; this was hard enough for him to do, but having to leave it on a message machine? That would be just. . . Strange. What if one of her friends heard it?

“This is important, so if you aren’t picking up for some reason. . .” he sighed again, “All right, call me back la-”

“Hello?” Kagome answered, panting, laughter in her voice, “Sorry, I was being chased around by a retard-what’s up?” InuYasha heard voices in the background arguing their retarded-ness. He hesitated a moment, and Kagome waited. She heard him suck in a breath of air, but stop. After a while, Kagome asked if he was still there. He told her he was there, and she waited for him to continue.

“Kagome, can you, uh, go into a private room?” she was silent for a moment, but then he heard footsteps and a door shutting before she replied.

“Okay, I’m alone, what is it?” she asked, and he could tell that there was apprehension in her voice. She sat, fidgeting in her seat, waiting for him to answer her.

‘What could be so important for him to say?’ still, she sat there, on her blue bed. Waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Just as she was about to scream at him, he answered her.

“You’re not getting bad grades,” ‘Okay, InuYasha, good start- but that wasn’t the point. ‘

‘I know that! Shut up and let me tell her!’

‘Well, fucking get on with it, will you?’

Kagome started to get a bit nervous when he began to growl; that was, until reality sunk in, “W-what? You knew? H-how? The principle says that I am,” she pointedly corrected. He scowled on the other end, and was starting to get a bit irritated that she was making it harder for him.

“Look, Kagome, your mom and I made a deal. I was. . . Uh. . . Hav-having. . .” ‘Kuso! Shimatta! Kuso Kuso Kuso! Why the fuck can’t I tell her?

“M-made a what?” she said, dumbfounded. ‘How dare them! Hmm, wonder what the deal was’ “And, what was the deal, InuYasha?” she asked, her mouth thinning into a line so tight InuYasha could almost hear it on the other line.

“Uh. . . It was, uh. . . Thatyourmomwon’ttellyouthatI’vebeenhaving‘sick’drea msaboutyouandyouwillhavetostayawayfromme,” he paused and sucked in a big breath before continuing, “AndtheonlywaytodothatistomakeyouthinkthatyouhavebadgradesbutnowItold yousoIcanseeyouagain-- that is, of course, if you still want to see me,” he finished off, a little out of breath(it wasn’t helping that he was holding his breath in suspense).

Kagome stayed silent on the other line, trying to manually put spaces in between his words. Within thirty seconds, she unscrambled his non-sense and her eyes widened, “I-InuYasha? What. . . What kind of sick dreams? Like, what happened in them?” she asked hesitantly.

“Uh. . . “’Does she really want me to go into detail?’ “Well, there was one, in a field, where we. . . Uh. . . Yeah, and another one where we-” he stopped when he heard her gasp, and shot his ears down onto his head to try and muffle out the tirade. . .

. . . .

. . . . .

. . . . . .

. . . That never came. He waited, there, in silence, waiting for her to yell at him, call him a pervert, and tell him that she never wanted to see him again. But it never came. “Ka-Kagome? Are you there?” he asked, quite stunned that she had yet to scream.

“Y-yeah, yeah I’m here. InuYasha. . . Did any of there dreams. . . Involve the Goshinboku?” she asked timidly. On the other line he blushed madly, for once glad that she was too far away to see it.

‘Uhh. . .that was the worst one. Please don’t make me tell it back.’ he closed his eyes, willing the images of the dream to leave his mind. He though for sure if they didn’t leave him, that he would most definitely die. “Uh, y-yeah. Why?”

“Our dreams. . . InuYasha, I think our dreams. . .” she cut herself off, trying to think of a way to explain it.

InuYasha stood stock-still. Our? Our dreams? What the fuck did that mean? She was having dreams? Like- like that? No, she was Kagome; sweet, innocent, selfless Kagome! Right! Right?

“What,” he questioned, almost afraid of her answer, “Do you mean, Kagome?”

“I am too. . .”

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“Come on, old man, what’s taking so long?” InuYasha yelled over the loud noises of the airport that he, once again, was at. He still didn’t like it. Too loud. He was standing in line to get in the plane, waiting for Kagome’s Jii-chan- who had gone to the bathroom, instead of waiting in line patiently -to bring him his passport.

Surprisingly, Kagome’s grandfather, although having his doubts in the past, was all for InuYasha going to see Kagome. Every time he got to talk to her on the phone (particularly after InuYasha) she sounded depressed and he knew that a little piece of her heart was missing, having been left with a certain boy who crossed time.

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Jii-chan Higurashi was in a solemn mood. Having just got off the phone with his only granddaughter, who sounded awful and like she hadn’t gotten much sleep in months, he was destined to be set into a bad mood from the start. It didn’t help that when sat down and tried to think things over, he could only hear mumbles and grumbles coming from underneath his floorboards, in the kitchen.

After about forty-five minutes of failing, he decided to get up and see what all the ruckus was downstairs- a youkai could be attacking for goodness sakes!

He lugged his old bones down the stairs and down the creaking hallway- which he could barely hear to start with -and stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, only to see that a destruction of epic proportions had taken place.

“I told her already! Why the bloody hell aren’t you letting me go see her?!” was the first thing he heard, bellowed from a certain half-youkai that was currently looming over Jii-chan’s daughter-in-law that sat in a chair, calmly looking up at the hanyou that could easily break her with a flick of his wrist. Three cushions from under the table were thrown around the room and the pepper shaker was lying in pieces in a corner. Hopefully that was all that would be destructed in the argument, but from what he could see, it was only started.

“I refuse to bring you to my daughter just so you can take her innocence before marriage. I simply refuse it. It is a mother’s duty to try and keep her daughter from loosing her virginity early, and if it can be helped then I am going to help it. Why can you not understand that InuYasha?” Mrs. Higurashi calmly stated back at the hanyou that was still seething above her. Jii-chan heard the hanyou let out a feral growl and the salt shaker was thrown into the opposite corner of the pepper shaker, and InuYasha stormed out of the room, passing Jii-chan and into the living room. He looked at his daughter-in-law and then turned into the next room, following InuYasha.

InuYasha was found sitting against a wall, eyes closed and breathing in slow, deep breaths. The old man opened his mouth, but InuYasha beat him to the quick, “Sorry. I shouldn’t have lost my temper. I’ll replace the fucking shaky-things, but, I don’t get it. Do you think that I shouldn’t be with Kagome?” InuYasha looked up into the wise eyes of Kagome’s grandfather and he saw something he didn’t think he would ever see in this house; understanding. Somebody understood?

“I think. . .” he paused. What did he think? Sure, this boy was a half-demon but he did love Kagome, and she definitely loved him back. What mattered these days? Sure, when Jii-chan was InuYasha’s age (or, the age that InuYasha looked), women should have been schooled and married before they had sex. But, nowadays, did it matter? Or, more so, should it matter?

“I think that Kagome and your happiness matters more than if she is yet fully schooled or married.” InuYasha’s eyes widened. Finally, someone understood him. Someone understood what he had bee saying all along.

“If Mama won’t help you, then I will. Come, we’ll go get some plane tickets. But first,” he paused, and InuYasha swore he might explode. His claws twitched until Jii-chan finally finished, “do you fully intend to marry my grand-daughter?” InuYasha let out the air he was holding in with a whoosh, and when he nodded Jii-chan smiled and headed to the phone book.

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So, here he was, waiting for Kagome’s grandfather to drag his ass over to the counter so they could get going. When he finally did, the woman checked his passport, and let him step aboard the plane. InuYasha thrust his passport, quite rudely and impatiently, at the woman at the counter and she checked it, soon after allowing him, too, to step aboard the plane.

“Hey,” he heard her softly say. He turned and stared blankly at her, and that is when he noticed it- she was the woman he had seen before, the one Kagome had told him her eyes changed colors.

“Yeah?”

“Good luck, with that girlfriend of yours. Your going to see her, right?” he didn’t move, but just stared at her. After a few moments, he nodded and turned back and strolled onto the plane, throwing a thanks her way.

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The trip went as expected. At dusk, InuYasha got out of his seat and headed for the bathroom, Inside, he waited for about ten minutes, angering a few people that had to actually go, and took his baseball cap off.

Finally, he felt his powers weaken and, just like ocean water spilling out of two sand-covered hands, his ears slid down, his claws and fangs shrank, and his hearing, sight, and smell all dulled as he exited that bathroom without a word to the angered people outside the stall, all fighting over who could get in first.

Sighing, he sat down with a plop onto his chair near the isle and closed his eyes. Only a few more hours, he told himself, only a few more hours until Kagome. He smiled to himself, thinking of her reaction when she saw him, of the way she moaned when he kissed her, the way she screamed when- he winced and shook his head, he was only making it worse on himself.

Too bad his thoughts didn’t leave for long. He spent the next few hours rapping his fingers on the hand rest and trying desperately to stop thinking about Kagome.

“Passengers, I would like to thank you all for choosing Tokyo International for your choice of flight. We hope you’ve enjoyed your stay. We well be landing in Oakland in twenty minutes, please fasten your seatbelt and prepare for landing.”

InuYasha sighed and complied by yanking the seatbelt over his lap and inserting it into the other end. He leaned back into his chair. Soon, the plane shook a bit, and then he could feel it turning and landing. When the voice once again (in Inuyasha’s point of view) magically spoke through the speakers, telling them to get up and exit, InuYasha jumped out of his seat, grabbed Jii-chan‘s suitcase, and headed towards the door, leaving a lonely Jii-chan in his seat, rapidly shoving everything back into his other suitcase and running frantically after the fleeing hanyou-turned-human.