InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Disguised Affections ❯ Chapter 6: Notes ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter 6: Notes
 
Kagome groaned as she turned onto her side, she curled closer into the bedding she was laying on top of…since when did she have silk sheets?! She poked an eye open, well she definitely wasn't home! She bolted up and scanned the room, rocky walls, polished bedside table, and a candle as her only light. `I'm in Inu Yasha's room…' she came to the conclusion.
 
This reminded her of her dream, the same as always, very oblivious to the fact Inu Yasha was dreaming of her too… and oblivious to his feelings. Her thoughts of him traveled to question, why did he conceal all his features? His head, his face? Was he that hideous? She wondered.
 
`I'm tired of wondering, we're friends I'm sure it won't kill him if I have a peek' she concluded, mind made up she padded out of the bedroom, blinking twice to rid of the hazy feelings that were swimming around. Inu Yasha was sitting at the low table, apparently he was writing something; it wasn't music though it seemed like a note.
 
At her somewhat advantage he was turned back to her, maybe he was so enthralled with his writing he wouldn't notice her.
 
She tip-toed over till she stood just centimetres away, then with a quick flash she tore the hat and mask off from behind, Inu Yasha jerked around once he felt the movement.
 
“What the hell are you doing!?” Inu Yasha shouted covering his ears with his hands.
 
Kagome was speechless, her hands clasping the hat in one hand and the mask in the other.
 
She slowly drew her mouth open. “Inu Yasha?” she asked.
 
“Just hand over the hat,” Inu Yasha demanded, dropping his hands in defeat, it was impossible to hide now.
 
“…I've never seen a demon with dog ears before…” she whispered.
 
Inu Yasha turned away. “I'm not what you think I am,” he said. “You thought I'd be disfigured didn't you” he chuckled a little bit, but very slight.
 
“Y-yes I did,” she admitted. “Um your not a demon… are you? At least not full right?”
 
Inu Yasha sighed and nodded.
 
“It takes a lot to gain respect when you're a half demon doesn't it”
 
“Well what do you expect?” he countered, turning back around. “We're not really human and were not really demon, we're nothings” he replied bitterly, his voice tipped with sorrow.
 
“Nothings can't be alive, you are not a nothing, and it's not your fault at all it's nobody's fault, your who you are” she smiled reassuringly, almost the same smile in his dreams.
 
“Unique is best” she added.
 
Inu Yasha tried to hide any emotion known to the heart and looked down. Kagome drew his face back up, taking his hand and placing the hat in his palm. She met his eyes, and knew he was saying his thanks without words.
 
“I better take you back now,” he said quietly, putting on his hat. “You have another play today”
 
Kagome shook her head. “I can't go I still feel queasy”
 
“Oh,” he answered, “how come you fainted?”
 
“I have that fear of heights remember”
 
“Keh” Inu Yasha took her hand, making both of them blush. “Let's go, Sango's always early she'll take you home”
 
“He goes on murderous rampages from time to time, always seeking those of you who are alone,” Hojo said firmly, he was kind of kidding though. “And once the demon finds you he sneaks up behind you and…” he pulled one of the girls over from his mini audience of ballet dancers and he then took his finger to her neck and drew it sideways.
 
“He slits your throat!” he sniggered; the girl didn't find it so funny in the least. Everyone thought he was crazy.
 
“Those who speak of what they know, should learn to keep their mouths shut,” warned Anju-sama, giving the man a deadly glare, she had once met Inu Yasha herself, but that was ages ago, now he just seemed to be a myth. But in her heart she knew she really had stumbled upon Inu Yasha being kicked and whipped by those bullies when they were kids. Of course she was a lot older then he.
 
“I was only joking”
 
“Inexcusable, that is no matter to joke about” she iced on another cold glare; making it very clear she meant what she said before turning on her heel and leaving the room.
 
 
A loud bang was heard on the other side of the Opera house, Eri stomping her way inside through the door.
 
“First we lose Kikyo and now we can't find Kagome!” she growled in frustration alarming everyone's attention. “At least we're making a profit from this” she added. What she meant was the more gossip floating around the air; the MORE people will be drawn to the Opera house in curiosity.
 
“That doesn't excuse a thing this is damnable!” Miroku piped up, pacing over towards the already edgy Director... possibly more, for Miroku offered her a higher job.
 
“Everyone won't come! They'll be too afraid to poof out of existence too!”
 
For somebody who stays the calmest out of the entire production, his little outburst was rather quite shocking.
 
“Calm down, people will still come I promise, besides Kikyo left on her own accord” Eri said.
 
“I know but how are you so sure every one will continue coming?”
 
“Simple its called publicity”
 
“But our cast is disappearing Eri-sama”
 
“But the line ups have been piling haven't you noticed?” Eri answered when her eyes caught onto a letter in his hand; apparently he was trying to keep it from view.
 
“That letter,” she breathed. “You have one too!?”
 
Miroku blinked, “what, you've been receiving them as well”
 
“Well yeah” Eri nodded. “What does it say?”
 
Sighing Miroku brought the letter from it's hiding place behind his leg and tore the top clean off, carefully he pulled the single sheet of paper out and flicked it open.
 
“Dear Miroku,
I've heard you are the new manager to my Opera house, so I demand you to let box five remain empty for myself and to pay me my usual monthly salary of 20 000 dollars if you can afford more, guess where its going.
 
P.s- No one likes a debtor so you better follow my demands!” Miroku read aloud, he gazed back to Eri's face, raising an eyebrow.
 
“Some nerve!” Eri remarked.
 
“I am not paying him! For bloody well what!?”
 
“Let me see that letter” Miroku passed her the note and she gasped.
 
“It's from the same person who wrote to me!”
 
“Who the hell is he!”
 
“You don't think- there have been rumours of a ghost haunting the theatre”
 
“Eri you seriously don't believe that bundle of lies do you?”
 
“Somebody has too, besides come up with a better answer” Eri crossed her arms.
 
“There's no such thing as-”
 
“Where's Kagome? Have you seen her?”
 
Miroku jerked his head around to see Koga running up towards them, Eri shook her head.
 
“Of course not!”
 
“You haven't seen her!?” Koga asked again, he didn't believe them.
 
“No we haven't seen Kagome all day! She wasn't home! She's no where around here and what the hell is that in your hand!”
 
“You should know” Koga growled reaching the letter he was holding forward to Miroku. “You wrote it!”
 
Miroku grumbled taking the note.
 
“Keh, hey retard stay away from Kagome! If I ever see you near her again I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish!
 
P.s- If you'd like to reply good luck finding me”
 
“I didn't write this, I like girl's with hot butts but I never threaten people like this” Miroku said. Koga scoffed.
 
“Then who the hell wrote it!?”
 
“Where is she!?” they all turn around to find Kikyo storming closer and closer to them presenting yet another note.
 
“Kikyo! Oh thank gods, you have to fill in for Kago-“
 
“Enough! You! I know you wrote this now give me an explanation why immediately!”
 
Eri choked. “What!” she took the letter from her pale hands. “Yours days in my Opera are over, Kagome will permanently be taking your place, if you so happen to try and get your role back I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish! …. That or I'll think of a different punishment, whatever.” Eri looked up. “You honestly think I would write this”
 
“You're the director and you're her friend!”
 
“But still I wouldn't write this, this writing is to sloppy to be mine”
 
“Oh yeah it is! when Eri writes it takes her ten minutes just to write her name!” Miroku defended.
 
Kikyo furrowed her eyebrows. “How did you ever get through school?” she cleared her throat. “I-“
 
“What's going on over here?” It was Anju and Sango, Kikyo seemed to be a little fizzed to have been disrupted.
 
“We're discussing Kagome's disappearance and these retched notes!” they all answered back. Sango chuckled nervously.
 
“Um Kagome's at home, I just dropped her off, she won't be coming for the Opera tonight” Sango replied scratching her nose.
 
“Well then I'm going over to see her” Koga stated starting his walk out, Anju caught his arm.
 
“She's sick and she'll need rest, don't be selfish” Koga appeared not to have liked that very much. Anju looked back to Eri.
 
“I found this on the floor, its addressed to you” she handed her a parchment envelope.
 
“No not another one” Miroku groaned. Eri sighing with tiredness opened it up hastily.
 
“As you know, I have sent several notes, simply detailing how my theatre is to be run, if my orders are not obeyed and Kagome loses her spot as prima donna, I'll hunt you… nevermind. A disaster beyond words will happen, I don't think you want that…
 
Signed,
IY”
 
“This is all a ploy to help Kagome!” Kikyo raged she was absolutely on fire.
 
Miroku shook his head. “Don't worry Kikyo, as of now you will remain prima donna. Eri we have no choice to place Kagome as the pageboy, this has certainly gotten out of hand”
 
Eri bit her lip. “Yes, I'll notify her tonight, I'll ask if she'll be coming too”
 
“It's for the best,” Miroku said.
 
“I know”
 
Once was said and done each of them descended the little group they formed, Kikyo leaving with an exceptionally huge smirk, and Eri a miserable frown.
 
Inu Yasha seethed, `so they won't listen to me hm?' his eyes connected to Kikyo's smile. “Why so happy, it's you who's in trouble tomorrow night” Inu Yasha grinned letting his eyes stray to a pyramid of paint cans, revenge would never taste so sweet.
 
 
I'm wrote more! Hmmmm? What's he scheming? So does everyone reading still like this story? Please review and say feedback is always very appreciated! Well next chapter soon ciao!