InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Difference between Wanting and Needing ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Difference between Wanting and Needing

Prologue

The sun was filtering through closed blinds reminding its inhabitants of the day that was to come. What is it about Mondays? Kagome Higurashi sighed and turned her face from the offending rays that hit her face. She felt very cozy and comfortable in the bed that she was laying in. She partly opened her eyes and gazed at the dark blue walls.

Kouga…

She felt a body stir beside her and an arm wrap around her waist. Mondays were never good days. Why does it seem like the fun is over the moment the sun rises on a Monday? I swear Mondays were created by the devil. On Mondays the illusions of the weekend suddenly died and left in its wake memories of something better and a thirst for more good times.

Kagome tried to loosen the hold kouga had put on her. Unfortunately, he was comfortable too. She glanced at the small table by her side and saw the clock that read 6:15 AM. Dammit. I have to go to school. She closed her eyes again, still tired from the night before. Last night had actually been the first night she had had any real rest since Friday. School was on Saturday but that left that night and Sunday night for fun. Because the weekend was so short and fleeting Kagome made sure to make it as wonderful as possible.

It's easier to forget when everything is fun…

She sighed and tried yet again to lift kouga's arm. She wasn't in the mood to have anymore fun. She just wanted to move on and live until the next Saturday appeared and blurred everything in her life. The boy she was with now was nice but he had problems on letting go. That didn't stop you though. Kagome had known about his "connecting" problems, in fact she had used it to her advantage. She got him way sooner then she had expected.

Now he had no use.

Kagome was trying to leave before he woke up. It was always better to leave before they woke up and wanted to "talk". Words, in Kagome's mind, were useless. Anything could be spoken, people weren't mind readers and feelings and thoughts could be hidden. She should know she did it all the time; as long as it meant she got what she wanted.

Kagome shifted and turned to face the sleeping boy. He was actually quite cute. His hair always reminded her of the forest. It was brown, like the bark of trees. And when he opened his eyes, Kagome swore she could see the color of the ocean. He was great; funny, cute, and smart. I'm sure he'll make someone happy. But he was useless now. He isn't what I thought. Kagome had already gotten what she wanted, but she was still thirsty for something more.

It was the same feeling; every boy left her nothing. That was why she had even gone after Kouga. He was older; already going to university. She had thought that maybe someone more of a man could give her what she needed.

She was mistaken.

"Kouga…let go." She whispered to his sleeping form. She brought her hand up and caressed the side of his smooth face. He didn't listen; in fact he got closer. She inwardly sighed. Its Monday must everything be hard? It was sweet really but she didn't want him that way.

She moved her hand from caressing to his nose. She pinched it close and waited a smile upon her face. It took a while for him to get it and finally come awake; his eyes popping open in surprise. His eyes were tired as they feel upon her smiling face.

"Let go." Kagome said gentle again. Kouga silently shook his head and snuggled closer to her side. Oh god. You are so stupid Kagome. She ran her fingers through his hair amazed at the feel and texture. She felt the tiny kisses he was dropping down her jaw to her neck.

"You know I have school." She said again trying to reason with him. She was ignoring the sweetness on purpose. It always bothered her when they were this nice. When they were this nice she always felt a pang of guilt. I should really talk to them about what I want before anything ever starts.

"Don't go today." He simply stated. Like anything was ever simple. She could never miss school, that was the one thing her mother wouldn't let her do. The deal had been set so long ago. As long as she didn't mess up with school she had free reign on her life.

"I can't. Didn't I say that last night?" She whispered into his ear. His face was at the juncture of her neck and collarbone. She felt him nod his head and the hold on her was eased. Kagome breathed a small sigh of relief; thankful that she wouldn't be missing any school.

She slid out of his warm embrace and out of the cozy bed. She knew he was just watching her get dressed, it was a familiar feeling. All of them watched her dress. They could all probably compare notes and realize that her getting dressed was more of a backward strip tease made for them.

Kagome still had to change her clothing for school. She never brought her uniforms with her when she spent the night, even when she knew in advance that she would not be waking up in her own room, in her bed Monday morning.

"When do you get out of school?" his gentle voice asked her as she pulled her skirt on.

I thought I could get out of this.

Kagome resigned herself to being heartless; something she never really enjoyed or saw herself at being good at. "Late. I have a bunch of things to catch up on." She finally said not letting any emotion through. She was hoping that he would get the idea by his self without having her spell it out but she could already see that he wanted to see her again. This is what happens when they don't get it. Kagome you're so stupid.

He was holding the pillow she was sleeping on now. He looked like a little boy with his hair all mussed up. So adorable. Something she didn't want to see now. He shrugged at her statement. "So. We can do something afterward." His eyes were closed now that she was done dressing and she could already hear him falling into unconsciousness again.

She pulled on her shoes and went over to him. The covers were partly down showing his beautiful back and the muscles underneath. His skin was so smooth and warm underneath her hands last night. She leaned over him and kissed him softly on the cheek and whispered; "No. I'll call you."

She didn't know if he really heard her but he did nod. Kagome breathed a small sigh of relief; thankful that that was simpler then she thought it would be. He would probably realize later that she never gave him her number. He would get it sooner or later that her call would never come. It was okay though because they would find someone else and she would become another memory of a good weekend a long time ago.

She gathered her stuff and quickly left, slightly afraid that he would wake again. She wasn't that far from her house, just a mile. She had been farther on similar mornings. It was always so hard to get home without asking for a ride. She had made a point of never telling where she lived; always opting to meet the guy at his place or somewhere to eat. From where she was she could get home in 30 minutes if she hurried. Sango never picked her up for school until nearly 7:15.

The sun was already up but it was too early for it to start being hot. A breeze rustled the leaves and cherry-blossoms before spinning her hair. The silence. It had a way of being claming or disturbing. It was nice like this in the morning when there no cars on the street and the street vendors had yet to open. She was walking quickly down the street, she still had to shower. She didn't like going to school smelling like a conquest.

She glanced yet again at the watch her father had left her, 6:35. She didn't normally think about the watch. It wasn't that cute or even worked that well. It was always three minutes off. She could set the thing and before she knew it, it would be 3 minutes off from where she had left it. The thing was weird. She would take it off but in the end, it was the only thing she had of her father. At least the only physical item of his. His pictures adorned her house and there was one of her sitting in his lap when she was six in her wallet. But the watch was the only thing that he had worn and lived in.

Her brisk walk had turned into a little jog; she was always going somewhere. The sound of the hammer caught her attention before she realized where it was coming from. She turned her attention to the sound to her left and saw the boy on top of the house hammering at something.

Kagome squinted her eyes to figure out who the familiar looking person was. Inuyasha Mitsumari. She knew Inuyasha, they went to the same school. And although he was in a grade higher than she was they did share some classes. But she never spoke to him; she never saw a reason. Inuyasha was the mystery boy who lived at a shrine. She had been there before after her father had died.

She still wondered how people could find solace in no answers.

BEEP. Kagome looked down at her watch. 6:50 AM. She had to get home. She returned to her jog pace and headed quickly home. She was starting to doubt if she could get there and shower in time. Thankfully her mother wasn't home. Work started at 6:00 in the Higurashi home. Her mother's stare at her late daughter was never a good thing Kagome liked to bear.