InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Claimed. ❯ Legends. ( Chapter 5 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: erinnight 
Inuyasha turns out to be a person after all.
Somehow, Kagome gets herself invited to a party...
...And nearly run over.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Horror / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.09.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 350 | Status: Work In Progress
Inuyasha turns out to be a person after all.
Somehow, Kagome gets herself invited to a party...
...And nearly run over.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Horror / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.09.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 350 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Never-ending thanks originally went out to Persephone in this chapter for correcting me on my mistakes in the first chapter, about the bullet train. Once more, thanks for your constructive criticism! It really helps!
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Chapter Five: Legends
The other thing that made lunch different that day was that Bankotsu invited me to a party. It was on an Indian reservation, he said, not too far from Kyoto; there was a rather large lake that stemmed off into the ocean, and some of the younger members of the tribe were having a bonfire on the beach that weekend. I nodded my head. 'Maybe it'll make Grampa happy if I go to a party,' I thought. 'A little proof that Kagome Higurashi can, in fact, make a few friends.'
He was, of course, very happy to hear that his strange granddaughter was being accepted so well by the locals. He started talking about how I needed to find something decent to wear; I just started to tune him out.
I couldn't do it for long, though. I was just about to run upstairs and pretend to study when the doorbell rang. Blinking in confusion, I headed toward it as Grampa turned on the television and sat down, preparing for a quiet evening to himself.
Inuyasha stood on my front porch. He blinked at me a couple times when I opened the door, his golden eyes twinkling in the dim light.
He smiled at me. "Kagome," he said, tipping his head to me a little in greeting.
I gasped, and I knew that my eyes had gone wide and my cheeks had flushed pink. I stood there in the doorway, gawking at him. He must have found my expression amusing because he chuckled. The small smile, for some reason, seemed alien on his lips.
"In or out, 'Gome?" Grampa called, rousing me very suddenly from my trance.
I jumped, calling, "Out!" as I slammed the door against my own back. Inuyasha's smirk only grew as I watched him, my face, I'm sure, still rosy.
"'Gome," he repeated nonchalantly. I nodded, unsure of why he was saying my family nickname. He watched me so closely; those golden irises seemed to bore right through my flesh, locking on to the spirit lingering beneath my surface. I wasn't too sure what he was searching for; his expression was entirely too unreadable for my own personal taste.
"I like your nickname," he said to me softly, and I have no idea why I felt like I was melting.
"It's an old one," I murmured, barely breathing. We watched each other, both leaning a little on the tense side. "My Gran used to call me... it." For the first time in my life, I couldn't use words properly. Something was terribly wrong.
His smirk slowly transformed into a sweet smile. His intense eyes softened, especially at the edges. It made Inuyasha look more... human.
I frowned suddenly as that thought crossed my mind, and I wondered briefly why it was that I thought he normally looked inhuman.
When I turned my attention fully back to Inuyasha, his face had also gone through a change. He was no longer smiling, and his eyes weren't soft; he was frowning with me, no doubt put off by my sudden change in aura. The smile returned at that, because, for some strange reason, it threw the tension out the window.
"So," I said, my hands held behind my back. I stepped toward him; he didn't move. He just watched me with bright eyes. "What brings you to our lonely little shrine?"
Without hesitation, he answered, "You."
I tried not to act off-guard, but he saw through me; his smile morphed right back into that smug smirk. I had to say, though, that I was getting used to it.
We took a walk around town and talked for quite some time that night, and we continued some of our conversations the next day in biology. And the next day. We were fastly becoming more and more comfortable around one another. On Friday, Inuyasha actually made a joke.
And it actually made me smile and laugh.
Things were changing rapidly. By Friday afternoon, it was Inuyasha walking me to biology instead of Bankotsu. I still sat with Bank and Ayame and their friends at lunch, though; something told me that I wouldn't be quite welcome at the Taishos' lunch table. Miroku kept glancing at me cautiously while Inuyasha and Sesshomaru spoke with very serious looks on their faces. Sango and Rin were watching the two speak, and both girls would interject something every once in a while.
I watched the group out of the corner of my eye, barely listening to the conversation taking place at my own table, and I wondered what Inuyasha and his brothers were talking about.
I had a gut feeling I'd know fairly soon.
Chapter Five: Legends
The other thing that made lunch different that day was that Bankotsu invited me to a party. It was on an Indian reservation, he said, not too far from Kyoto; there was a rather large lake that stemmed off into the ocean, and some of the younger members of the tribe were having a bonfire on the beach that weekend. I nodded my head. 'Maybe it'll make Grampa happy if I go to a party,' I thought. 'A little proof that Kagome Higurashi can, in fact, make a few friends.'
He was, of course, very happy to hear that his strange granddaughter was being accepted so well by the locals. He started talking about how I needed to find something decent to wear; I just started to tune him out.
I couldn't do it for long, though. I was just about to run upstairs and pretend to study when the doorbell rang. Blinking in confusion, I headed toward it as Grampa turned on the television and sat down, preparing for a quiet evening to himself.
Inuyasha stood on my front porch. He blinked at me a couple times when I opened the door, his golden eyes twinkling in the dim light.
He smiled at me. "Kagome," he said, tipping his head to me a little in greeting.
I gasped, and I knew that my eyes had gone wide and my cheeks had flushed pink. I stood there in the doorway, gawking at him. He must have found my expression amusing because he chuckled. The small smile, for some reason, seemed alien on his lips.
"In or out, 'Gome?" Grampa called, rousing me very suddenly from my trance.
I jumped, calling, "Out!" as I slammed the door against my own back. Inuyasha's smirk only grew as I watched him, my face, I'm sure, still rosy.
"'Gome," he repeated nonchalantly. I nodded, unsure of why he was saying my family nickname. He watched me so closely; those golden irises seemed to bore right through my flesh, locking on to the spirit lingering beneath my surface. I wasn't too sure what he was searching for; his expression was entirely too unreadable for my own personal taste.
"I like your nickname," he said to me softly, and I have no idea why I felt like I was melting.
"It's an old one," I murmured, barely breathing. We watched each other, both leaning a little on the tense side. "My Gran used to call me... it." For the first time in my life, I couldn't use words properly. Something was terribly wrong.
His smirk slowly transformed into a sweet smile. His intense eyes softened, especially at the edges. It made Inuyasha look more... human.
I frowned suddenly as that thought crossed my mind, and I wondered briefly why it was that I thought he normally looked inhuman.
When I turned my attention fully back to Inuyasha, his face had also gone through a change. He was no longer smiling, and his eyes weren't soft; he was frowning with me, no doubt put off by my sudden change in aura. The smile returned at that, because, for some strange reason, it threw the tension out the window.
"So," I said, my hands held behind my back. I stepped toward him; he didn't move. He just watched me with bright eyes. "What brings you to our lonely little shrine?"
Without hesitation, he answered, "You."
I tried not to act off-guard, but he saw through me; his smile morphed right back into that smug smirk. I had to say, though, that I was getting used to it.
We took a walk around town and talked for quite some time that night, and we continued some of our conversations the next day in biology. And the next day. We were fastly becoming more and more comfortable around one another. On Friday, Inuyasha actually made a joke.
And it actually made me smile and laugh.
Things were changing rapidly. By Friday afternoon, it was Inuyasha walking me to biology instead of Bankotsu. I still sat with Bank and Ayame and their friends at lunch, though; something told me that I wouldn't be quite welcome at the Taishos' lunch table. Miroku kept glancing at me cautiously while Inuyasha and Sesshomaru spoke with very serious looks on their faces. Sango and Rin were watching the two speak, and both girls would interject something every once in a while.
I watched the group out of the corner of my eye, barely listening to the conversation taking place at my own table, and I wondered what Inuyasha and his brothers were talking about.
I had a gut feeling I'd know fairly soon.
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I have to say, I don't really like hospitals; I've spent too much time in the emergency room to be comfortable with them. Momma used to call me "accident-prone"; before Papa died, he told me that it was a sort of family curse I'd earned from his side. Trouble has always followed me.
What happened that Friday after school was basically just a replay of the way my entire life has played out this far.
I was walking through the school parking lot, leaving the grounds to get back home to the shrine. As I made my way off the black asphalt and stepped onto the white concrete of the sidewalk, I heard a screeching noise gaining intensity not too far behind me. I stopped, my feet together, and I twisted my body slightly around so that I could look behind me. There was a van gaining speed as it rounded the corner; I didn't recognize the student driving it.
My eyes widened and my lips parted a little in surprise as I watched it come straight at me.
It was quick, and, for barely a moment, I thought that I was going to die. But there was a strange flash of red, and then... the van was stopped, it's right side facing me. I'd been shoved backward, and now I sat, legs spread, with my bare ass resting on the pavement. My chest heaved with labored breaths as I tried to calm myself.
What astounded me most, though, was that Inuyasha, in his red t-shirt and blue jeans, was crouched low between me and the van, his arm outstretched, holding it away from me. There was a rather large dent in the side of the tan vehicle; the palm of his hand rested in the very center of it.
He was staring at me, his golden eyes wide and blazing, his mouth hanging open. He was breathing heavily, and the emotion in his eyes... I just couldn't place it. It was so intense and unfamiliar to me.
"Please," he murmured, his voice soft and silky. I didn't say anything; I just continued to stare at him. "Please don't say anything. To anyone." And, just like that, he was gone. I was left sitting on the sidewalk, staring at the van that nearly ran me over. Of course, I was surrounded in less than a minute, and an ambulance arrived shortly after that.
I was set up in my own, private room in the emergency room; a nurse had checked me in and told me to sit tight, that the doctor would be in shortly. When the door opened next, I was greeted by a sheepish-looking Inuyasha and a man who looked to be a few years older than him - who looked almost exactly like Inuyasha. I seriously wondered for a moment how hard I must have hit my head to see double. The older man, who wore the trademark white coat of a doctor and had tied his long, black hair back in a tail, smiled brightly at me and reached forward to shake my hand. "Hello there, Miss Higurashi," he said as I took his hand and shook it. My eyes darted back and forth between Inuyasha and the doctor. "My name is Togaou Taisho. I am the head resident here at the Kyoto Memorial Hospital, and I am also the father of this not-so-secretive boy here." He patted Inuyasha's shoulder.
I watched Inuyasha carefully. The expression on his face was immensely embarrassed, but I didn't know why. "There's something going on with you, isn't there?" I asked him. He blinked at me, his lips parting a little.
Togaou laughed rather loudly right then, probably trying to break the tension that was quickly rising between the three of us. He didn't succeed. "What drew you to that conclusion, my dear?"
I was still staring at Inuyasha with concentrated eyes. "He knows what," I said.
Togaou's expression hardened a bit, and he turned to glare at Inuyasha. "My son has never come so close to betraying the secret of our family. I do not quite understand why he did so now."
Inuyasha growled something in a voice so low I couldn't hear his words. His father stopped suddenly, and his face softened.
He stood there, between us, and he leaned closer to me, his eyes catching mine. "We beg of you, Miss Higurashi," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please. Do not say anything to anyone about what you've witnessed today. Please."
They left right then, Inuyasha sneaking one last forlorn look at me before the door shut quietly behind them. My grandfather arrived within just a few short minutes to pick me up. He hugged me and kissed me; he obviously was not used to the normalcy of my bumping and bruising. I was.
I was released just an hour later, and Dr. Taisho had prescribed for me some painkillers. I had a very mild concussion, probably from the whiplash of Inuyasha shoving me backward, and some bruises and scrapes on the backs of my legs.
I knew that I was lucky, though. I've had several brushes with death over the years, and this one could very well have been my last. But it wasn't.
Because of Inuyasha.
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The next day was Saturday, the day of the party at the reservation nearby. Bankotsu picked me up at noon; I asked Ayame, who sat in the backseat with another girl, a cheerleader named Yura, if the Taishos would be coming.
Yura snorted, having overheard my question. "Yea, right," she shot back in a snide tone. "Like those freaks would want to hang out with us NORMAL people."
I resisted the urge to glare openly at her.
"Lighten up, Yura," Bankotsu told her in a harsh tone, giving her a hard look in the rearview mirror. "They're people, just like us."
"Sure, sure," the priss retorted, checking out her perfectly manicured nails. "But do people like us have golden eyes?"
I froze in the front passenger seat.
"They're probably colored contacts, Yura."
"Right," she said. "Are normal people constantly ice-cold to the touch?"
"Pssh," Ayame said. "And how would YOU know what they feel like?"
"That girl, Rin? Well, she tried out for cheerleader when they first moved here, a couple years ago? Yea, well, anyway, when she was practicing one day, I figured I'd help her learn one of the moves. Girl's hand nearly BURNED me, it was so cold!"
My breath caught.
"And I get the feeling that they're ALL like that," Yura continued from the backseat. "The whole freaky lot of them."
I didn't say anything. Yura was quiet about the subject after that, and Bankotsu started talking about the weather again. Ayame interjected things here and there, but I wasn't paying any attention; I let my mind wander back to the golden-eyed wonder that saved my life.
The drive to the reservation wasn't very long; I think I was silent almost the entire way. Yura's attitude toward the Taishos really put me off, and I couldn't stand to be around her. She was so... judgmental. That's one of my pet peeves.
We met up with a few of the younger guys of the tribe; there were three of them, all with darker skin, black hair, and brown eyes, waiting for us on the white, sandy beach. They all also had very long, slightly unkempt hair pulled back in braids and tails; the tallest one's name turned out to be Ginta. The next, who was slightly shorter, was named Hakkaku. The smallest one, who stood there, watching me closely as we approached in the Jeep Wrangler, was Kouga.
The three already had a bright bonfire lit on the beach, and they seemed as though they'd been waiting for us to arrive. They had everything set up; a grill stood not too far from the bonfire, away from the ocean. They'd already started cooking some hot dogs in the fire and some burgers on the grill.
The party wasn't bad. Ayame and I talked a lot; I told her the general differences between Kyoto and Tokyo, pulling from my own experiences thus far. She told me how different it was from the United States.
I gaped at her. "No way!" I said, thoroughly impressed. "You came from the States?"
She nodded proudly. "Yep. New York City."
I looked her up and down in shock. "But you're not American. You're Japanese."
"Yea. There are plenty of people in New York City who are Japanese, Kagome."
"So your name's Kagome?"
I turned a little in my seat to see who was talking to me. It was the shorter Indian guy, Kouga. He was actually kind of cute in a boyish sort of way. I gave him a small smile. "Yea, I'm Kagome Higurashi."
He smirked a little. "You don't remember me, do you?"
I scrunched up my nose, making a surprised expression. "Actually, no," I told him truthfully.
He smiled and laughed, a loud and hearty noise. "That's okay," he replied. "It HAS been a while." Chuckling, he added, "Almost ten years, to be exact."
'But who's counting, right?' I thought sarcastically, mentally rolling my eyes. "So, how do you know me then?"
He waved a hand at me absently, probably meaning to seem as though he were playing it off. "Oh. When your mom brought you back here to visit your grandfather, my dad brought me over there. My dad and your grandpa are great friends."
I nodded, processing this new information. "Uh, huh."
I think Kouga was about to say something else when Ginta hollered from across the bonfire to him, "Hey, Kouga! It's time for the storytelling!"
He gave me a giant, wolfish grin before hopping up out of his seat beside me and dashing around the blazing fire to Ginta and Hakkaku's side. For the next little while, the three boys went back and forth, meaning to astound and horrify us with legends of those who had attempted to intrude on their tribe, the Old Ones. I listened, frozen, to the stories and the way that they described the intruders:
"They were pale, white as snow!" Ginta cried out.
"They had sharp, pointed teeth, like animals!" Hakkaku hollered, making a shadow puppet of giant, dripping fangs with his hands.
"They had eyes that were black as the night sky they crept beneath!" Kouga yelled, grinning from ear to ear.
"And their leader came to our tribe... and he asked our elders if they could stay, here in Kyoto," Ginta went on in a low, ominous voice. "Together with our tribe's elders, they created a pact, a treaty of sorts. They promised to never, EVER hunt the humans in Kyoto, and we promised to allow them to stay."
"Soon after they arrived, though," Hakkaku continued when Ginta fell silent, "some of the younger members of the tribe began to... CHANGE."
There came a shocked gasp; it was Yura. Her eyes were wide and full of fright. She almost seemed to believe what the Indian boys were telling us. "You mean they started to change into VAMPIRES too?"
I stared at Koga as he snorted, his laughter loud and carefree. "Vampires!" he bellowed in his squeaky, puberty-hijacked voice. "Can you believe that, Kagome? I can't! I can't believe that I actually come from an Indian tribe that thinks VAMPIRES of all things are real!"
"And shapechangers," Ginta chuckled with him, his smile big as the light from the bonfire flickered across his pimpled face. "Don't forget, Koga! We're s'posed to be a bunch of werewolves!" The three boys huddled together right then and howled, loud and long, at the full moon sitting in the dark sky above us.
I laughed nervously with them. "Yeah, what a riot."
I couldn't be too sure about the werewolf part, but I had a weird feeling that the vampire part had some twisted truth to it.
"Oh," Yura said, calming down a little. "So the tribe members WEREN'T turning into vampires. Just werewolves."
"Like werewolves are any better, Yura!" Bankotsu cried out, rolling his eyes. "They're supposed to be dumb, vicious killers who will maim and kill you just to have a good meal during the full moon! Vampires at least have some sort of self-control." He stopped talking when he noticed we were all staring at him. "Well, at least some do. In the movies, I mean."
I released the breath that I'd been holding.
"But these werewolves weren't like the ones from the movies," Kouga started back up in his normal voice. "They were basically just tribe members who changed into wolf form. They could still control themselves and everything!"
"Yea!" Hakkaku joined in. "That was the cool part!"
Things had died down. It was my chance to speak up. "So," I started, "why couldn't the Taishos come?"
Everyone went dead silent. Ginta turned and glared at me. "They aren't allowed on the reservation," he said. They way he said it made me want to change the subject. But Bankotsu did it for me.
"So how about this weather, eh?"
The next day was Saturday, the day of the party at the reservation nearby. Bankotsu picked me up at noon; I asked Ayame, who sat in the backseat with another girl, a cheerleader named Yura, if the Taishos would be coming.
Yura snorted, having overheard my question. "Yea, right," she shot back in a snide tone. "Like those freaks would want to hang out with us NORMAL people."
I resisted the urge to glare openly at her.
"Lighten up, Yura," Bankotsu told her in a harsh tone, giving her a hard look in the rearview mirror. "They're people, just like us."
"Sure, sure," the priss retorted, checking out her perfectly manicured nails. "But do people like us have golden eyes?"
I froze in the front passenger seat.
"They're probably colored contacts, Yura."
"Right," she said. "Are normal people constantly ice-cold to the touch?"
"Pssh," Ayame said. "And how would YOU know what they feel like?"
"That girl, Rin? Well, she tried out for cheerleader when they first moved here, a couple years ago? Yea, well, anyway, when she was practicing one day, I figured I'd help her learn one of the moves. Girl's hand nearly BURNED me, it was so cold!"
My breath caught.
"And I get the feeling that they're ALL like that," Yura continued from the backseat. "The whole freaky lot of them."
I didn't say anything. Yura was quiet about the subject after that, and Bankotsu started talking about the weather again. Ayame interjected things here and there, but I wasn't paying any attention; I let my mind wander back to the golden-eyed wonder that saved my life.
The drive to the reservation wasn't very long; I think I was silent almost the entire way. Yura's attitude toward the Taishos really put me off, and I couldn't stand to be around her. She was so... judgmental. That's one of my pet peeves.
We met up with a few of the younger guys of the tribe; there were three of them, all with darker skin, black hair, and brown eyes, waiting for us on the white, sandy beach. They all also had very long, slightly unkempt hair pulled back in braids and tails; the tallest one's name turned out to be Ginta. The next, who was slightly shorter, was named Hakkaku. The smallest one, who stood there, watching me closely as we approached in the Jeep Wrangler, was Kouga.
The three already had a bright bonfire lit on the beach, and they seemed as though they'd been waiting for us to arrive. They had everything set up; a grill stood not too far from the bonfire, away from the ocean. They'd already started cooking some hot dogs in the fire and some burgers on the grill.
The party wasn't bad. Ayame and I talked a lot; I told her the general differences between Kyoto and Tokyo, pulling from my own experiences thus far. She told me how different it was from the United States.
I gaped at her. "No way!" I said, thoroughly impressed. "You came from the States?"
She nodded proudly. "Yep. New York City."
I looked her up and down in shock. "But you're not American. You're Japanese."
"Yea. There are plenty of people in New York City who are Japanese, Kagome."
"So your name's Kagome?"
I turned a little in my seat to see who was talking to me. It was the shorter Indian guy, Kouga. He was actually kind of cute in a boyish sort of way. I gave him a small smile. "Yea, I'm Kagome Higurashi."
He smirked a little. "You don't remember me, do you?"
I scrunched up my nose, making a surprised expression. "Actually, no," I told him truthfully.
He smiled and laughed, a loud and hearty noise. "That's okay," he replied. "It HAS been a while." Chuckling, he added, "Almost ten years, to be exact."
'But who's counting, right?' I thought sarcastically, mentally rolling my eyes. "So, how do you know me then?"
He waved a hand at me absently, probably meaning to seem as though he were playing it off. "Oh. When your mom brought you back here to visit your grandfather, my dad brought me over there. My dad and your grandpa are great friends."
I nodded, processing this new information. "Uh, huh."
I think Kouga was about to say something else when Ginta hollered from across the bonfire to him, "Hey, Kouga! It's time for the storytelling!"
He gave me a giant, wolfish grin before hopping up out of his seat beside me and dashing around the blazing fire to Ginta and Hakkaku's side. For the next little while, the three boys went back and forth, meaning to astound and horrify us with legends of those who had attempted to intrude on their tribe, the Old Ones. I listened, frozen, to the stories and the way that they described the intruders:
"They were pale, white as snow!" Ginta cried out.
"They had sharp, pointed teeth, like animals!" Hakkaku hollered, making a shadow puppet of giant, dripping fangs with his hands.
"They had eyes that were black as the night sky they crept beneath!" Kouga yelled, grinning from ear to ear.
"And their leader came to our tribe... and he asked our elders if they could stay, here in Kyoto," Ginta went on in a low, ominous voice. "Together with our tribe's elders, they created a pact, a treaty of sorts. They promised to never, EVER hunt the humans in Kyoto, and we promised to allow them to stay."
"Soon after they arrived, though," Hakkaku continued when Ginta fell silent, "some of the younger members of the tribe began to... CHANGE."
There came a shocked gasp; it was Yura. Her eyes were wide and full of fright. She almost seemed to believe what the Indian boys were telling us. "You mean they started to change into VAMPIRES too?"
I stared at Koga as he snorted, his laughter loud and carefree. "Vampires!" he bellowed in his squeaky, puberty-hijacked voice. "Can you believe that, Kagome? I can't! I can't believe that I actually come from an Indian tribe that thinks VAMPIRES of all things are real!"
"And shapechangers," Ginta chuckled with him, his smile big as the light from the bonfire flickered across his pimpled face. "Don't forget, Koga! We're s'posed to be a bunch of werewolves!" The three boys huddled together right then and howled, loud and long, at the full moon sitting in the dark sky above us.
I laughed nervously with them. "Yeah, what a riot."
I couldn't be too sure about the werewolf part, but I had a weird feeling that the vampire part had some twisted truth to it.
"Oh," Yura said, calming down a little. "So the tribe members WEREN'T turning into vampires. Just werewolves."
"Like werewolves are any better, Yura!" Bankotsu cried out, rolling his eyes. "They're supposed to be dumb, vicious killers who will maim and kill you just to have a good meal during the full moon! Vampires at least have some sort of self-control." He stopped talking when he noticed we were all staring at him. "Well, at least some do. In the movies, I mean."
I released the breath that I'd been holding.
"But these werewolves weren't like the ones from the movies," Kouga started back up in his normal voice. "They were basically just tribe members who changed into wolf form. They could still control themselves and everything!"
"Yea!" Hakkaku joined in. "That was the cool part!"
Things had died down. It was my chance to speak up. "So," I started, "why couldn't the Taishos come?"
Everyone went dead silent. Ginta turned and glared at me. "They aren't allowed on the reservation," he said. They way he said it made me want to change the subject. But Bankotsu did it for me.
"So how about this weather, eh?"
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A/N: Sorry this took so long. And I feel like it reads kind of rushed. I just... had a hard time writing this part down. It was a little hard for me to do, and maybe someday I'll go back and try to reword it. But this is fine for now.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. And I feel like it reads kind of rushed. I just... had a hard time writing this part down. It was a little hard for me to do, and maybe someday I'll go back and try to reword it. But this is fine for now.
Sneak Peek:
Chapter Six: Secret
I stared him straight in those big, shocked, golden eyes. "You're a vampire." This time when I said it, it wasn't a question. It was a statement.
Because I knew. I knew what Inuyasha Taisho was.
Did I care?
No.
And that's why, when he leaned in to kiss me in the next millisecond after my ridiculous, totally unbelievable statement, I didn't turn away. I kissed him back.
Chapter Six: Secret
I stared him straight in those big, shocked, golden eyes. "You're a vampire." This time when I said it, it wasn't a question. It was a statement.
Because I knew. I knew what Inuyasha Taisho was.
Did I care?
No.
And that's why, when he leaned in to kiss me in the next millisecond after my ridiculous, totally unbelievable statement, I didn't turn away. I kissed him back.