InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Difference between Wanting and Needing ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Difference between Wanting and Needing

Chapter 2

The sun was filtering through blinds reminding its inhabitant of the day that was to come. What is it about Mondays? Inuyasha Mitsamuri groaned and turned his face from the offending rays that could hit him through the slightly cracked blinds. He partly opened his eyes and gazed at the scarlet walls.

Why did I ever choose this color? What the hell was wrong with me?

Of course he knew why he had chosen that color, he was a little kid and it was simple; paint your room your favorite color. But now that he was older the color just reminded him of things better yet forgotten. He slightly lifted his head to glance at the little alarm clock by his bedside; 6:05 AM. With a loud yawn Inuyasha flopped his head back down into his white pillow. The automatic process of what he had to do today started running through his mind.

Monday… What was it about the first day of the week? On Mondays it was like the whole week started over and everything a person did the week before was all in vain. Like everything was always in repeat.

My chores never end do they? It would be nice if Myouga would help for once.

Myouga, his caretaker, was never at home to help with the slowly disintegrating house. The old man was always gone doing something that was "just so important" whenever Inuyasha mentioned something pertaining to fixing the house or shrine. He shifted and stared at his ceiling; a lighter red color. He sighed; he was so tired. It was daunting; living something; doing something you didn't want to.

With another yawn, Inuyasha stumbled out of bed to his bathroom. The gleaming lights of the bathroom momentarily blinded his dark eyes. He turned on his shower and undressed; taking everything off but the old beaded necklace.

The dark mix of red and black beads accompanied by white pointed animal teeth created a stark contrast to his slightly tanned skin. He never took it off. The necklace was really the only thing left of his father; other than that there was no reason to wear them. Inuyasha had found them one day in the attic when he was a child. His mother had said that his father would always wear them wherever he went when he was young. After that it had become Inuyasha's own tradition.

He had nothing of his father's.

He looked at the reflection staring back at him. Inuyasha never really liked to look in the mirror. Not because he had issues with the way he looked but because every time he looked he was reminded of his mother. He had her midnight shade of hair and her dark eyes. When he looked at himself he never saw his father that was left to his brother Sesshoumaru. Every time Inuyasha's eyes drifted down to the scar in the middle of his chest, he remembered exactly what he didn't want to.

It was a mistake to say he didn't have anything but the beads to remember his father, he always had that scar.

He blinked away images of his parents and remembered the shower. With one last look at his foggy picture, he stepped in the shower. As he soaped himself he thought again of everything that had to be done before the day was over.

Fix the damn shrine roof. There were singles that had to be replaced and instead of calling a professional Myouga had asked if he could just do it. And of course Inuyasha had argued; he didn't want to do it, he wouldn't do as good of a job but in the end he was the one left dealing with the problem. It wasn't a lot of shingles that needed to be worked on but it would still take him a while to finish. So he had decided to start hammering on some of it before he went to school, hoping to get something done so he wouldn't have that much to do when he got home.

Inuyasha hadn't wanted to deal with the roof because of the other work he had to accomplish that he had reasoned was more important than some roof of a dead shrine.

**

It'sway too early to for the sun to be so high. Inuyasha took a glance skyward; the sky was perfect blue mixed with white fluffy clouds that floated effortlessly. Such a picturesque sight; such a contrast to how he felt.

He was slightly annoyed by the boy standing in front of him at the moment. His friend Miroku Kyobashi was talking fast about something to do with school. Inuyasha didn't really have it in him to care; it was just too early to fight for a cause.

"Can you just sign this Inuyasha?" Miroku asked exasperatedly. "I only need one more signature. Think of the good this could bring." Uniforms. Miroku was trying to get him to sign a petition to get rid of school uniforms. Which Inuyasha found ridiculous; Japanese schools always had uniforms.

Inuyasha shook his head; his midnight colored hair following with his movement; "Why should I? You don't even care what this is about. You're just doing this for some girl." Inuyasha said letting some of his irritation show. He hated how Miroku got these causes stuck in his head for some girl other than his girlfriend Sango Tsakino.

Miroku didn't even blink as he said; "I'm hurt Inuyasha. I would think that you were more aware of my feelings for Sango."

Miroku and Sango were dating now for a long time; Inuyasha was unaware of just how much time. It seemed as if the two had always been together. Inuyasha trusted Miroku when he said he loved Sango, but his attention on other girls was more then discouraging to say the least.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes; "I do know but that still doesn't stop -" his rant was halted though by an arm that snaked its way around Miroku's left arm. Sango immediately gave his friend a peak on the cheek. The smile on Miroku's face told Inuyasha that his friend had already forgotten the petition he was holding.

The second girl was Kagome Higurashi. She was a junior in his Calculus class that was the only way he knew her; well except for that day she came to the shrine. He remembered that day but only because she seemed so sad and lost. Although she was a friend of Sango and Miroku, it had never caused the two of them to really speak anything more than a Hello to one another.

She bowed her head slightly as she said; "Hello Inuyasha." Her voice was light and the smile on her face was very …friendly. Kagome Higurashi always seemed to have a smile on her face.

"Kagome" he said with a nod. He glanced over at the couple that was, at the moment, in a small battle. Miroku was trying very hard for a real kiss with Sango defending him off. The two had always had a "thing" going on as far as Inuyasha was concerned. It just took forever for them to solidify it. He didn't know if Miroku knew how lucky he was to have a girlfriend who understood him enough not to dump him every time he looked at a girl or took up silly causes.

He looked back at Kagome who was also looking at the couple with an eye roll, which he didn't all together understand. He saw nothing wrong and was happy that his friends were happy. It was sickening sometimes though when their happiness became overbearing. Kagome looked at him, her expression changing to embarrassment as she raised her hand to scratch at her neck.

He took a glimpse at the large school clock that adorned the giant brick archway in front of the school; 3 more minutes. He needed to do his homework. He turned back to the couple while also backing away from Kagome Higurashi. "Come on Miroku. You still have to show me the history homework." he said already turning from the group.

After saying bye to Kagome, Sango and Miroku followed him.

The day had yet to start but already the sun was up and beaming upon the trio of students who were making there way across the gray cement. The subtle breeze did nothing to cool down the heat. And Inuyasha could swear he could see the waves of heat radiate off the cement. Once again, as another breeze swirled past him, Inuyasha wished he had something to tie up his long hair.

His starched dark blue uniform was itchy on his skin and he wished that there were some school in their area that didn't require uniforms. The uniforms didn't allow much for cooling but seemed to hold in all the heat his body created.

Students were walking around while others preferred to hide themselves from the garish sun under the branches of trees planted sparsely around the yard. Unfortunately, there was no shade along the route they; he, Miroku and Sango, were taking to get to the opposite end of the school they had started from. Miroku's locker was on that side and Inuyasha didn't want to walk all the way over there but he had to do his homework.

"You don't even know if I'm right Inuyasha. You should do your own homework, it's only history." Miroku said beside him as he dodged around people walking in their way. Inuyasha was walking kind of fast but school was about to start and he still had to go to the other end that they were just at to go to his Calculus class.

Inuyasha shrugged at the comment; "I just didn't have anytime to do it Sunday." He said nonchalantly. In reality he did have time, it was just the fact that he didn't want to do it. It was history; whatever was so good about the past?

"Is Myouga on you about fixing the house again?" asked Sango as she walked faster to keep up with the pace Inuyasha had set.

Inuyasha just nodded. Myouga, was always on him about something and then never doing anything to solve the problem. Always complaining about something that needed to be fixed or paid for, all for a house he was barely ever in.

Another student pushed past them. He was already in a bad mood and it didn't help when people pushed and collided with him on a daily basis. He steered the three of them farther away from the crowds of kids; walking on the outskirts of the mob.

They were passing by benches full with kids sitting; shying away from the rays. He wasn't really paying attention until someone special, in his eyes, came to focus.

She was sitting there on a bench that was shadowed by tree branches that rustled every once and a while with the thin breeze. She was surrounded by a gaggle of giggling mirrors, all sitting beside her or standing within her view. Kikyo sat there with a smile that Inuyasha could only name as a fake. She never smiled and when she did they were like the one she was showing now. The corners upturned but no teeth and even though the voice that left her rosy lips was light, anyone could see the boredom that took residence in her flat brown eyes if they looked.

It was always like this. He would see her and regardless of everything that went on around him, she would become the whole field of his vision. He still remembered the feel of her lips and softness of her hair as it ran through his fingers. No one had hair as shiny as hers; even though the branches and leaves above her blocked the sunrays, a sheen could still be seen glinting through the shadow.

She wasn't that far from him, which was why he was staring. He never meant to stare at her but that was difficult when the memories of her always came back to him. Those memories were all he had of her now and although the result was not what he really wanted in the end it was all he got.

He looked over to Sango and Miroku who were looking at him expectantly, like they had asked him something. He quickly thought; trying to remember what they had said. He couldn't, so he gave a safe answer; "No." he said shaking his head picking up speed in his stride. He must have slowed down when Kikyo caught his eye.

Sango looked almost automatically pissed off at his answer and Inuyasha worried he hadn't given the correct answer. "Why not?" she asked, her mouth gaping open and stopping all three them from their destination of the school doors.

Inuyasha looked to Miroku who also looked somewhat surprised; "What?" he asked, looking between the two of them. I have got to pay more attention.

"Miroku helps you all the time and you can't help him with his English?" she asked appalled, her voice a shout over the crowds of kids.

Inuyasha looked over to Miroku, whose vision wasn't on him but behind him; on Kikyo. Miroku was the only one who knew of the summer tryst between he and Kikyo. If it could even be called that; Inuyasha wasn't all too sure. Although his friend knew, Miroku didn't understand why Inuyasha still wanted her, why he even wanted to be with her in the first place. But that was something Miroku didn't understand; something he couldn't understand, because Inuyasha could never explain it. But in the end he couldn't ignore the fact that Kikyo was the first person to ever touch him, to have him feel something different.

Miroku's eyes shifted back to his friend with a look of understanding. He just nodded and said; "I'm sure Inuyasha was just kidding Sango. He would never do something like that."

Sango eyed him suspiciously, "You were kidding right Inuyasha?"

He nodded dumbly and said apologetically; "Y-yes I was. Of course I will help Miroku." He wouldn't admit it out loud but at times Sango was a scary person.

**

The fluorescent lighting of the classroom caused a slight buzz within the stuffy four walls. It was this incessant buzz that was giving Inuyasha his headache. Really he didn't understand how 34 other people could ignore a sound that just droned on and on, and drilled a deeper hole into his head. He glanced outside through the window to his right. Calculus was the only class he had that he had an opportunity to sit by a window and see something better then what was being offered inside the room. He wished yet again that he wasn't where he was.

The scratching of the chalk on the green board was also another sound that was getting to him. The room was so silent. It just made him want to scream sometimes. He turned his attention back to the teacher; Mr. Yamamato. Although the short, balding man looked nice, he wasn't one to contend with a window for his students' attention and would move Inuyasha from his favorite seat if he thought it was needed.

The teacher spoke but Inuyasha didn't hear. Just a stare at the man was enough to get him to think he was listening. He asked a question and hands raised. Mr. Yamamato pointed at Kagome Higurashi. She sat a few rows in the front and to the left of him. She stood up; their teacher was very anal about answering the question while standing. He couldn't help but think of someone else when he saw her from the back; their hair was almost the same length and the school uniforms did nothing to kill the comparison.

Kagome Higurashi reminded Inuyasha of Kikyo.

He didn't want to unfairly cast someone but it was impossible when it came to the two. They almost looked alike except they didn't. It was strange and a little disturbing. But it was enough of a reason for Inuyasha to not talk to the girl. Which was very difficult considering the fact that two of their friends were dating. But Inuyasha did; it was just easier than remembering Kikyo and all of the hurt she caused.

He had known of Kagome for as long as he knew any of them but that had never changed their status. Inuyasha wouldn't say he didn't like Kagome but then he couldn't say he did. Only just that he didn't know her.

Miroku had already asked him what he thought of the girl. And Inuyasha's only response was that she looked like Kikyo. He could admit to his self that she was cute but she just looked too much like Kikyo for him to ignore it. In fact he had called her Kikyo's twin on more then one occasion. Miroku had given strict orders never to say it but after Inuyasha had repeatedly kept doing it, he had just warned not to do it around Sango.

It wasn't fair but then they weren't friends so it was okay in his mind.

Besides he had seen her enough around school to know that she was like Kikyo. At times when she had been by herself, sitting somewhere around school he had seen the look in her eyes. There was loneliness in her that she never showed; he had seen the trouble etched on her face, the only time he ever saw it openly was when she had gone to the shrine by herself that one day.

When she spoke to him he could sometimes see the fake interest and boredom. It was usually what he saw but today had been different she had looked at him like she really saw him. Inuyasha didn't really know what that meant.

**

The sound of lockers slamming and students yelling resounded in Inuyasha's ears. He still had a headache from the morning in Calculus. And due to his ailment he was more easily irritated than usual with people this day.

He had nearly jumped down Miroku's throat during lunch because of some stupid joke he was making about Inuyasha's laziness and nearly yelled at a teacher because, in his opinion, the teacher was being a dick.

He breathed a sigh of relief at the day ending. He could almost go home …and work on the roof. He didn't know if he should be happy or aggravated now when he thought about it.

The hallways had yet to empty and Inuyasha had to push his way through the crowds of students standing idle in the hallways smacking their gums about some uninteresting school subject. Inuyasha was never really a school person. It was just difficult to think about what to do for a future when his life was mainly planned out already. There were just some things that a person had to do and stick

with regardless of any real desire to do so.

It didn't matter now anyway, he had to be prepared for kendo practice and couldn't let his mind wonder on things like life.

Kendo was his favorite activity about school. It was the only one when he had the right to fight with someone. The uniforms and masks got hot and uncomfortable at times but in the end it was worth it. He was one of the best in school. There was just something about the fight that he loved so much. Sometimes it was very angering when he lost which was why he tried to do it as little as he could.

Practice was held in the school gym for two hours and was really his only escape. Because he was a senior, he took on the right to teach the younger students everything he knew. At times they were annoying but he knew they tried, which he guessed was a good thing.

Today he would showing the class of 20 a new sparring technique against the only other student as good as him, Lio Naraku. To say Inuyasha didn't like Naraku would be an understatement; it was more like he hated him.

He didn't hate Naraku because he was an arrogant jerk who thought so much of him self, that he could barely put a hat on his head without breaking it. No. Part of the reason why he hated Naraku was because Naraku was one of the only people able to beat him. It had taken a long time, but Inuyasha had finally said, only to him self of course, that Naraku was almost better than him.

Right now their scores were basically even, with Inuyasha winning the last match.

Inuyasha wasn't the type of person to be jealous of what others had or even really pay attention to what others had. But not even he could ignore the fact that Naraku had Kikyo; or at least used to have Kikyo, he wasn't that sure on their status right now. He knew people moved on from past relationships; it was just something that happened. But he couldn't get over Kikyo just yet. He didn't know why, he didn't understand why he felt the same about her when it was obvious that she had moved on. But his mind just couldn't forget the way she made him feel.

There was no reason to fight over Kikyo. She had already made her decision.

As he stepped into the boys' locker room, he hoped to center his anger in his sword. If he couldn't hurt Naraku in real life he could at least hurt him here.

**

Kagome casually ate her food. At the moment she wasn't all that interested in the cup of noodles before her. She was too busy staring at the dark hared boy across the food court.

She was supposed to be finding a gift for Sango. Her birthday was soon, three weeks to be exact, and still Kagome had no idea what to give her best friend of seven years. Really after seven years what was there to give that wasn't expensive? She could get her some clothing but that was so ordinary, Sango would expect more and she herself would too.

She was scanning stores and window dressing hoping something would pop out. Maybe I could make her something. If she saw some shirt in a store she could always sew something like it together; make it better and more cute. Maybe she could get her friend a box of small, colored boomerangs; Sango always did have a thing about the Australian weapon.

That was what she was supposed to be doing. But not right now, she was too busy.

He was sitting alone reading a book and eating something. He wasn't far just a couple of tables away. He was close enough that she could see part of his features. Dark brown hair to match his dark eyes while causing his pale skin to stick out. The book was blocking the lower features of his face. He was wearing a school uniform that was dark blue with a gold emblem on the right front pocket. She had never seen him but she knew he didn't attend her school; the boys' uniform at her school was dark blue but with black lettering.

He looked around her age maybe a year older. He was cute but not too good-looking; like if they were standing together people wouldn't think he was too good-looking for her.

He looked like a quiet person but not anti-social, he was probably a very nice boy. Maybe she needed someone nice. Kouga had been nice, but this one…he was just so sweet looking. Maybe some quiet, studious boy; someone who wouldn't disrupt her life, and take her to the mall to study was what she wanted. Kagome sighed; I need to get Sango a present.

Already the thought of Sango and her present was going out her thoughts and the brown haired mystery was in her mind. Kagome stood purse in hand, noodles forgotten and began to walk to a new friend.