InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dreaming of Reality ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two

A shiver ran the length of Kagome’s spine as she watched her mystery man walk toward her. Her heart beating an irregular rhythm and her senses coming alive with every step. Their eyes touched in familiar fashion and they embraced as was always the tradition.

When Kagome pulled back she tried to discern his facial features, anything to go with those piercing amber eyes. She ran her hand over his cheek, felt its soft curve, and masculine structure. She closed her eyes, attempted to see with her hands what she couldn’t with her sight. She found strong lips with her fingertips, a cupid bow shape outlining them. Traveling upward she traced his brow, the artful shape to his eyes, the straight pointed perfection of his nose.

Opening her eyes again she trained them on his face, still only seeing his amber pools. “Who are you?” She had posed the question many times before, but never received an answer, it was as if his voice was an echo she couldn’t grab onto. “I need to know your name?” Her voice rang clear, but she could only hear a muffled reply.

Her dream man dipped forward, pressing is lips to hers, electrifying their senses. He had kissed her many times before, usually passionate, long, and drugging ones; but this kiss sang with careful innocence, and as they parted to breath Kagome felt herself surge with new need. Dragging his mouth to hers again, Kagome greedily indulged. The kiss was returned, but he softened it, stopped it, until it was a mere press of lips, then he did something remarkable, he spoke, with his lips.

“My name is…” His lips stopped moving on hers, as if unable to finish, then, for the first time since there meetings, he vanished. Kagome felt a sense of loss. She had almost learned his name. Almost. Why? Why had he gone? There was jerk to her sleeping mind and she too fell from her dreams, into her conscious mind.

Sitting bolt upright, Kagome turned toward her door, and with quick feet, made it into the living room/ Kencha’s room. Kencha was holding a hand to her chest, back to the wall, and staring at a lump on the floor. The lump turned over, it was a guy. Someone Kagome knew.

“Miro? Oh! Miro, are you okay?” Kagome rushed over to him, squatting down to his level and grabbed one of his hands. “Miro. What are you doing here?” The lump, Miro, groaned and sat up into a more comfortable position.

“I thought that I would come to visit you. I haven’t seen you since you left Kyoto, before your freshman year. I promised Aunt Ummei that I would come see you once I arrived. I don’t suppose she told you?”

“Obviously not. Why didn’t you phone? I would have come and gotten you. Where are you planning to stay?” Kagome stood up and reached for a tissue, Miro had a cut on his forehead from where Kencha had plainly hit him. “Sorry about this Kencha. This is my cousin Miroku Tenchi. Miroku, this is my roommate, Kencha Ryenoko.”

They nodded to one another, and Kencha unclenched from the wall, looking less frayed around the edges. She whispered something about getting back to sleep and walked over to the corner of the room, where a bed was enclosed behind a curtain hung on the wall. The dorm had two rooms. One for sleeping. One for sitting around and studying. A mini-fridge was in the opposite corner from Kencha, right next to the door, and a plait sofa sat five feet from it, across from which was a desk with two laptops, and a miniature television. The girls had decided against sharing the bedroom, despite it’s large size, and Kencha opted for sleeping in the living room, behind a gray wool curtain.

“Miro, where do you plan to stay? I could call you a cab?” Kagome waited patiently for his reply, but with a sheepish look, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Aunt Ummei made it sound as though you had offered your place as my short-term residency.” His smile said that he had just expected to be put up because they were cousins.

“Miroku! You need to check with me on this sort of stuff, but I guess I can’t let you sleep out in the hall. How long will you be staying?” Kagome sighed mentally, and went to the closet in her room. She pulled down two spare pillows and a sleeping bag. Returning to Miroku, she laid everything out and assumed a cross armed waiting stance.

“Well you see, and this is good new. Really! I applied here before the semester started, and I got in! I am now a Tokyo U student. The problem is, they didn’t have enough room in the dorms when I applied. So…” He let his sentence hang there.

“You need to live here for the semester?” Kagome goggled at him. A semester? Was he nuts? Did he seriously think Kencha was going to let that fly? Goodness! Her family must think her a saint! “Kencha’s not going to let that happen. Did you forget I have a roommate.”

Just then Kencha pulled back the curtain, leaning over half drunk with sleep. “He can stay if he does all of your laundry. Once a week. That and he has to get a curtained in corner, I don’t want to see what he sleeps in. The pervert touched my ass when I asked him who the hell he was. That’s why I clipped him.” Kencha turned back over and shut the curtain with a soft sigh.

Kagome smacked him in the head for touching Kencha and then told him he better not shrink her clothes, or color her whites, before marching off into her room, snapping the door shut with a bang. Miroku simply shrugged it off and curled into his “bed”.

The next morning, Kagome showered and went for a jog, physical exertion her sustenance. She passed main hall, ran by a few friends, and took a pass by the library, stopping to collect a few pieces of literature, she was running low on reading material.

When she got back to the apartment, she paused in the doorway. Miroku had cleaned up everything. The dust that had settled like a blanket around the apartment was gone, the smell that had been coming from the fridge was missing, the carpet was white again, and her closet, which she checked later, had been reorganized into something other than a tornado display. Currently though, among the pristine, Miroku was having a shouting match with Sango, her back to the door.

“ You damned hentai! How dare you! Do I look like your personal plushy? Touch me again and you’ll get more than a smack!” Sango was twitching with the need to show Miroku exactly what she thought of being mistaken for fondling toy.

“I was just reaching for some water! I swear!” He held up his hands in defense.

“What water? The only water I see is on the other side of the room, and you can’t stretch that far.” They both turned at the sound of laughter. Kagome was practically rolling around on the floor.

“THIS ISN’T FUNNY, KAGOME!” Sango was pissed off and shoved Miroku, who couldn’t quite help but crack a smile. “You know, I came over here looking to cheer you up and what do I get? Groped, degraded, and laughed at. I’m leaving.” Sango went to push back a now sobered up Kagome, but was trapped in a hug.

“I’m sorry Sango, but you don’t know how funny that was. Come on I’ll take you out to the Olive Garden, my treat.” Kagome tried to soothe her friend by glaring at Miroku and telling him to apologize, which he dutifully did. The two smacked him once on their way out the door after a swift trip to Kagome’s closet.

The restaurant was bustling with people, and the waitresses were like track stars, darting around, making it to tables, the kitchen, and then back to the podium again in less than five minutes. The waiter who greeted them gave Kagome the eye, and led them to a table.

“So what would you ladies like this evening?” His smile was bright and almost to brilliant to look at directly. His dark hair, soft doe eyes, and sharp structure was something most girls would consider handsome, his name tag said his name was Hojo.

“Um…I think I’ll take an ice tea with lemon, to start.” Kagome returned his smile, then turned to Sango expectantly.

“I’ll have the same, please.” Hojo nodded and came back with in moments holding their drinks and a small pile of napkins. He left when they told him they needed more time.

“So Sango…Did you really hate Miroku that much?” Kagome had seen Sango react violently with lots of guys before for wandering hands, but she seemed especially embarrassed about Miroku.

“The guy was an octopus, Kag. What did you think I would think?” Sango had started to glow a slight pink, her signature embarrassment mark.

“Well, if he wasn’t such a pervert what would you think?” Sango’s cheeks started to tinge a tomato red, but she remained silent. “So you like him?” Kagome knew her friend very well, she also knew that her friend wouldn’t admit this point on pain of death.

“I do not! He might have great looks, but I don’t like him that way!” Kagome’s eyebrows rose to her hair line and Sango realized her flaw, but just when Kagome was going to get her on it, Hojo reappeared to take their order.

“What can I get you ladies?” He smiled expectantly and his eyes continued to peruse Kagome.

The rest of their evening was fairly pleasant, Kagome got Hojo’s number and Sango got through the light teasings. When came dropped Sango off at her dorm she didn’t feel like heading back to the apartment, instead opting for a spin around campus. Despite the darkness of the night, many people were out and about doing this and that.

Kagome sighed remembering what it was like when she was younger, the boyfriends she had in high school; she used to date a lot, until it happened. She had been fifteen at the time, bright and cheerful. Her father, Shawn, was an American, and had been visiting, he had divorced Ummei just after Sota was born. The day had been beautiful and Kagome had rushed home from practice, excited about seeing her father for the first time since she was thirteen.

Upon her arrival home, Kagome had realized she and her father had been the only one’s home. She had run up to him and hugged him, he had hugged her back tightly. He commented how beautiful she was, how mature she seemed, and they watched television for a while, had dinner, and then gone upstairs.

Kagome had been in bed, ready to go to sleep when a knock at her door woke her. She had said “come in” with out a worry and her dad had done so. The look on his face had been of grief. She asked him what was wrong, but he said nothing. Kagome sat up and moved over so he could sit, but he stood in the corner of the room.

“Kagome-” he had said with a tight clench on his emotions, “-there was an accident. Your mother, brother, and grandfather were hit by a truck. They’re in the hospital and-” What he couldn’t say she heard anyway and started to panic. She had dressed expediently, and the two raced to the hospital. It was one in the morning when her grandfather, the man who was there when her real father was not, died. Her mother found out that she was barren, and her little brother was the only one who had suffered the least, his only long-term effect being a slight limp from his left leg.

Life had been a solemn thing from that moment on, and Kagome had stopped most, if not all, of her social activities. She had tried to get back into cheerleading, tried to start dating, but until her dream man had come along, Kagome had been a shell of her former self, but that had changed now. That was why she had to find him, he had to be real because if he wasn’t, then neither was who she was in her dreams, without him, she would be lost forever.

Kagome got back to her dorm late that night, she climbed into bed, and waited for life to come to her, in her dreams.

A/N: Hope you liked it. This was more of a setting up and transitioning chapter. Please R &R. Until next time…..Egyptian Kiss!