InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dressing the part ❯ Favorite position ( Chapter 4 )

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Dressing the Part

Chapter 4

Favorite Position

After the whole embarrassing incident, Kagome told Miroku that Jak had just tripped over her trunk that was lying in the middle of the floor. It looked like it could be true. Besides, if Jak had tried to do something with Kagome, he would have tried to leave or even get his room switched, right? Kagome couldn't be naive enough to not figure out certain things about Jak, right?

Miroku seemed to believe the story for now, but decided for Kagome's sake to keep a better watch on Jak.

Kagome and Jak spent the next few hours of their Saturday afternoon just getting to know each other. They liked a lot of the same movies and music. They even read the same magazines. Kagome felt really comfortable with Jak. It was far too coincidental.

"...I know. He seems like such a nice guy... ooh and so cute." Jak was currently trying to find out what she thought about Hojo, the hottest new singer/song writer.

"He's not that great. I mean he's sweet and all, but he follows you around all day and he's too dense to realize when a girl gets a "headache" every ten minutes, she doesn't always need him to haul out a million jars of aspirin."

Jakotsu looked at her with his jaw hanging open. "What do you mean `follows you around'? Do you know Hojo?"

"Of course I know Hojo. Who do you think got him time with the record label?"

"HOW in the HELL did YOU do that? I don't believe you! Lying to you only friend in this entire school!"

"For starters, you are not my only friend in the school. My brother goes here. Second, I'm not lying to you. Here I'll prove it." She got up and started walking to her trunk. "Oh, do guys just randomly pop in like Miroku or do we get some privacy?"

Jak looked puzzled. "What are you planning?" After seeing Kagome shake her head, he realized he wouldn't find out until she showed him. But what? What could she possibly show him? "You know we do have our own private bathroom right?"

Kagome face grinned in a way Jak read as `I am an idiot for not realizing that myself'. It was a look he would definitely see again. "You never answered my question."

Kagome, too occupied digging through her trunk for something he couldn't see, didn't hear the question. "Found it!" she cried as she pulled out a small brightly colored sack.

"Kagome!"

"What?!" she cried back startled.

"You never answered my question."

"Uhm...which question would that be?"

"Why did you keep you name the same?"

"I'll explain when I'm out of the bathroom." She quickly left before he could open his mouth again.

He impatiently looked through some of her things from home. Spotting a great pair of sun glasses she must have put on his desk, he decided to try them on. He looked in the mirror and was impressed with how they fit.

"Kagome, I love these black sun glasses. Do you mind if I borrow them?"

Just applying finishing touches Kagome asked, "Black sunglasses? Where did you find them?"

"On my desk." he shouted out to her.

"Not mine. Must be Inuyasha's."

Jak smirked. He wondered if Inuyasha had come around and was leaving him gifts. "When was Inu here?"

"He was here when I came in and left about twelve seconds before you came in."

Jak's fantasies of he and Inuyasha alone were interrupted as Kagome walked out. No that was wrong. Kagome didn't walk out. Miko did. Jak went over to her and started jumping around. "You're...You're... do you know who you are?"

Kagome giggled. "Of course I know who I am. I'm Kagome Higurashi."

Jak dismissed that reply. "No no. That's not what I meant. You're Miko."

A little hurt, Kagome angrily snorted. "No! I'm Kagome. Miko is the name I use to keep my life private. Why do you think I could use my real name here? No one else knows it with the exception of family, close family friends and my old roommate from freshman year at Takahashi School for Girls. No one can know."

Jak looked as if he would cry. "You told me this and I can't share."

Kagome took this in and pleadingly tried to make him understand. "Jak, you know my secret...s. I trust you. That's why I told you. If you tell anyone, I can't stay and my brother pays the price."

Jak nodded his at her. They both understood this as his silent agreement to, well silence.

She quickly returned to the bathroom and took her hair out of the angelic baby pony tail, took off her makeup, and finally removed the long white skirt and white strapless top.

Emerging from the bathroom in a tee shirt and jeans, she looked as she had before.

"Come on. I gotta meet the kid you're willing to do all this for."

"I don't know how to find him."

"I'll take care of it. Now you said you were her to help him make the team?"

"No, I said I was here to make him more confident about trying out for the team. Why?"

"I'm on the team."

Kagome smacked him. "I'm gonna kill you. Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never asked, so if anyone's to blame it's you."

Kagome suddenly grew very inquisitive. "What your favorite position to play?"

"I play first base. You know, because I'm so flexible. I used to take ballet. That certainly helps with having to stretch for a badly thrown ball and stay on the base," Jak boasted proudly.

"I'll say. I don't think I could do that." Suddenly, an idea sparked into Kagome's tired brain. "Hey Jak, do you think you could help me with Souta. I mean like giving me a scouting report on your teammates so I can help him."

"How does that help him?"

Kagome paused for a minute. Sadly she asked, "You know my dad use to play, right?"

"Yeah. The golden glove with the best butt in Japan." The wink he gave Kagome cheered her a little as she sat on his bed.

"Well, whenever Souta or I knew we were going to try out for a new team or position he would tell us to watch the other competitors."

Jak sat down next to her. He had never felt so not insulted when a girl did the things she did. "Your dad?"

"Yeah. He told us to make their weakness our strength. It was supposed to distinguish us from other players by giving the coach a contrast to what they had. If the person you want to beat out has a bad arm, show the coach a good one. Although he meant it for physical technique, it applies to all kinds of stuff. I even used it in modeling. I was different because I didn't do stick-figured, `heroine chic'. In that instance, being different helped. I was the only one doing that so I got a lot more opportunities. He still helps us even now that he's gone."

The solitary tear cascading down her cheek did not go unnoticed to Jak. "That's not fair laying a sob story like that on me," Jak said while crossing his arms and turning up his nose in mock indignation. "I'll help you know." She was grateful for the serious compassion in his voice.

"Oh Jak you the best. I've only known you for a couple hours, but I already feel like you the best friend I've ever had." For the second time that day she surprised him by flinging her arms around his neck and squeezing him to her. He embraced her back. Slowly they released each other.

Jak decided he would break the ice. "Hey, why don't we find the squirt? What was his name again?"

"Souta. Little baby Souta."

"I don't think he would appreciate hearing that. Come on." They walked out amidst the less than busy weekend traffic as students trickle through the halls.

They went off in search of the youngest Higurashi.

AN: Okay. Do you want to hear how smart I am? I wrote the fourth chapter before reading reviews from chapter three. I confused myself basically. I thought I didn't explain what the bed scene at all, but I hope after reading this chapter you guys understand what I mean. Thanks for pointing these things out to me. Please continue to do so. I can't wait to get the girls involved. I don't think you'll ever guess it. But if you do in a review before chapter five is posted (less than two days), I'll let you add a twist of your choosing to the story. I promise chapters will get longer as more of the players get involved.