InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dressing the part ❯ Repercussions ( Chapter 13 )

AN- I apologize for the longer wait but, I have been extremely busy. To be fair I did warn you. School just started and my team is practicing more to prepare for college showcase tournaments. To top it all off, I'm taking four AP classes. I was a bit curious as to why I had a lot less reviews for my last chapter. I didn't think it was so good, but I reread the whole fic and I'm trying to make it better. This chapter should be better because I've been planning it out more than previous chapters and involving more characters and character POVs.

Dressing the Part

Chapter Thirteen

Repercussions

Miroku woke up glumly. What the hell was he thinking? How could he be so stupid as to turn away the most beautiful, strong, and perfect girl? Miroku stumbled out of bed with a hangover. He had felt so stupid after last night. He'd been so upset upon seeing Kagome on top of Sango. As he clumsily made his way to the bathroom, his regret filled brain seethed with jealousy and regret.

Why couldn't that be him having tickle fights with her? How could she be with Kagome?

That's easy stupid. She doesn't think you respect her. Kagome obviously does. Sango lowers her guard more with Kagome. Why not trying to keep those hands off her butt?! She hates that. She thinks that lack of respect translates into you not wanting her as a girlfriend, Shithead!

She's gotta know I care about her. What if she does know and still chooses Kagome?

Thinking hurt too much. He tried splashing cool water to lessen his nausea to no avail. He was not able to quiet the disparaging, angry voice ringing in his head. He was however, able to hear a certain disgruntled hanyou enter the bedroom to which the bathroom was currently adjoined.

Inuyasha didn't know what to do. How was he to know he said those things right in front of Kikyo? How was he to know how strong her feelings for him were? They had never even acknowledged having a relationship.

Why did Miko keep haunting his dreams? He came twice in his sleep. He didn't even know it was fucking possible! She wasn't coming back. The dream Miko wasn't real.

Even if he saw the real Miko again, which was unlikely because Souta and Kagome wouldn't even stay in the same room if he talked about her, she wasn't the one he held in his arms at night. She wasn't the one who rubbed his body when he was tense. She wasn't the one who kissed him passionately til neither could breathe any longer. She wasn't the one he aced fo...okay so maybe he ached for her too.

But dammit! Why the hell was he stuck on someone from another world, someone who didn't belong there...with him. Even if by some miracle she returned his feelings, there was no way he could ask her to give up the life she led.

It was better this way. They could never be together. Because of all this, he would try to make amends with Kikyo. Even if he wasn't in love with her, he still cared about him and she wanted to be with him. He would tell her it was just a far-fetched fantasy he'd had for years. He would tell her how sorry he was to hurt her and he would always protect her from that kind of pain. He would have to smile at Kikyo's face and be reminded of the goddess he could not have. But he did not care. He would do anything to right the wrongs and injustices of what he'd done to Kikyo.

He would just have to give up the woman of his dreams for the woman who had never left his arms.

He would just have to explain to her the situation. He would do it at the fundraiser today.

Oh shit!

He completely forgot the two teams wouldn't be sharing the money. And because of him, their captain, the next year's team would either get all the funding or none of it. His legacy to them was either better supplies, maintenance, equipment, and not to mention parties, or the alternative, nothing.

He wouldn't know which one until the game tomorrow. For now, he had to try to earn a lot for the guys, hopefully.

Meanwhile, in a popular restaurant/night club downtown, the silver haired proprietor grumbled about stupid half-brothers and questioned the extent he should go to fulfill family obligation. He was not happy about a bunch of oversexed, immature, hormonal teenagers coming to the club tonight.

However, it was part of the fraternal agreement. Sesshoumaru would allow his club to be used by Inuyasha twice a year; usually his birthday and the fundraiser, and Inuyasha would reside in the dorm during the week.

He could now only pray to be out of there before any of the half-breed's friends arrived. He not only invited the pathetic group of imbecilic morons he calls friends, but idiotic girls who hang around them. He didn't know whose intelligence proved more flattering to a Neanderthal, his idiot whelp of a half-brother or the harlot who threw herself at him.

To say the least, he didn't really care. As long as he had departed prior to the degenerates' arrival. He couldn't stand them. He soon departed, never to know of the indulgent acts of lewdness to go on later in the evening. Nor could he suspect the imminent destruction of one girl's hopes and dreams.

Sango, now in her own dorm's bathroom, soaked not only in the warm water, but the pain and regret of her inherent loneliness. She didn't know why she was so upset. It's not like she expected a guy to want to kiss her. She knew the rumors. `Sango's a softball player and that make's her a lesbian.' When people found out how little experience with boys she had, they just assumed she wasn't attracted to them. Guys, even when she was outside of school, didn't waste their time on her.

She had always been a tomboy. Ever since she was little she had played with Inuyasha. However, at the time he was away at school a lot. And she found out the Taishos had numerous homes and spent very little time in one particular home. She had only seen him for maybe one week every two months.

Her mother had advised her to do some kind of activity since her best friend left. Since Kohaku was in baseball, she thought she would try softball. That was when she met Kagome Higurashi before she became Miko. They had been fast friends and Kagome replaced something she had been missing. But then, Kagome left to earn money when her father died.

Sango had been so alone for so long.

The relief that washed over her when she saw Inuyasha again overwhelmed her, but it wasn't the same. Inuyasha was a lot older. He was a freshman and hung out with a new crowd. That was when Houshi's game started. He would scare off other guys (saying she wasn't interested in them which only made more people believe the rumors), grab her butt, and make her feel ugly and unwanted. Once again she felt alone.

As the tears ran down her face as she quivered in the water, she wondered why she of all people was destined to be alone forever.

Kagome, unaware of the mental trappings of the others, decided to forget all emotions she had felt during her short stay, finish out the week, and leave. Souta was happy now with Kohaku as a roommate and was far from in danger of dropping out and she was being offered what she wanted, movie deals. There was really no real reason to stay. At least compared to why she came in the first place. She liked the guys, loved to play, and enjoyed going to school, but she couldn't be who she was. She was starting to figure out she would never be able to either. She was miserable despite all the positives of being there.

She would close off the side of her brain that said she was miserable for the rest of the week. She would announce it after the game.

It was now about time for both teams to arrive at the club. They would open the club to the public, cook food, serve, entertain, and close. Afterwards, they always had a private, less...tame party.

But, no one was sure how it would work out with the two captains in an all-out war.

Kikyo sure wasn't sure what to expect. Maybe it was a bit childish and premature to make a challenge like she had. It was an uncharacteristically rash decision and she feared the two squads would implode while at each other's throats.

She stopped thinking when she arrived inside the club to see the silver haired boy to whom her heart belonged. He gave her a weak smile as she walked toward him. She saw the regret in his eyes.

"Kikyo, the other night was a mistake and we need to talk."

He looked at her pensive features as he waited for her response. Her thoughtful countenance became resolute, as if a monumental decision had been made.

"No we don't."

His face became pained "What are yo-" He was never able to finish seeing as how her lips were now firmly, yet chastely latched onto his.

Unbeknownst to them, the girl responsible for the temporary rift between the two watched heart-broken at something she could never have. She made her way out of the club with tears trickling down her face as she ran into an advancing Sango.

Sango could only guess what trouble Kagome Higurashi as she took her in her arms. While still locked in the comforting embrace, the young women managed to seat themselves on the stairs leading up to the club.

To an onlooker, one especially, the two appeared to be in a lover's embrace. The young man's heart broke as he saw his beloved plant unobtrusive, chaste kisses on the top of his rival's head and cheeks. The young Miroku Houshi, then and there, gave up hope for his beloved Sango as he watched her from afar.

"Be happy," he whispered brokenly to himself.

Simultaneously, Kagome sobbingly relayed what she begrudgingly witnessed to Sango.

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