InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dressing the part ❯ Where Misconception and Truth Reconcile ( Chapter 19 )

AN- It's later than I wanted to post, but my dad was on for so long. Sorry. I know it's been awhile, but not as long as some other stories. Doesn't school suck? You don't have to answer. I hope you like it. I know it has been really frustrating, especially because of where I left off. Writer's block has struck so I won't be updating until next week with this chap- just kidding. Here it is. Enjoy (Please).

Dressing the Part

Chapter Nineteen

Where Misconception and Truth Reconcile

He didn't know how he felt. How could she lie to him like that? How could she go all this time not telling him who she was while he loved her the whole time? These were questions he asked himself. At least before he fell asleep. Now he was dreaming of her...again.

Tonight, for it had been quite a wait in that dumb, overly bright hospital, she was stroking his soft, silky hair, tracing her finger around his lips, and caressing his ears from the top to the lobe.

His eyes were closed, but he did know he was lying with his head positioned on the smooth, bare skin of her legs. God did it feel good. The energy he felt jolt through him exhilarated and calmed at the same time. Should he be mad at her without hearing her excuse?

He would withhold judgment for now. He would simply enjoy her presence. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the beautiful forestry that surrounded them. It lush, green, and soothing. It felt natural to be there with her.

He sat up and turned around to face her, but she was gone. Where the hell did she go? He got up and ran in the direction that he just felt he had to go. After a very short period of time, his bare feet hit a concrete path. He started walking when he saw a very small rectangular building, a small house, and, upon further notice, an obscenely large tree.

This tree would normally have earned a glance and he would have passed it in waning interest. However, there he found Kagome, in a short green uniform skirt and a white uniform shirt. Wrapped around her was a large red haori. One that looked like it didn't belong to her, but a male more than four sizes bigger than herself.

Wait. This girl was the real Kagome. Not his dream Kagome. This Kagome was better. She was real. When he woke up, she would still be there. She would not tempt him, only to frustrate him when he woke. She, as a matter of fact, might not tempt him at all. She would tease him. She would sit there and be a happy, exuberant person (which led the guys to reaffirm Kagome's male-oriented sexuality to the guys).

However, her happy level was not overbearing, but cheerful and innocent. She portray perfect modesty while his imagination would go crazy knowing from her 19 posters, 23 magazine covers, three solo calendars (he didn't count the calendars in which she wasn't pictured every month), and many public appearances what was underneath.

All of these physical desires only supplemented his fascination with her genuine and honest heart. He felt cheated, but now that she thought about it, she never actually told him she was a man. He simply assumed because she was at the school.

Suddenly, she looked up with puffy, tear-stained eyes.

Had he done this to her? He stepped closer, and closer, and closer still. Finally, he knelt in front of her, but he didn't want to scare her away. He didn't know what to do.

"Kagome?"

Sango couldn't even wait in the waiting area. She mulled over the whole situation sitting on the blue-painted handicap curb with her heart wrenching. She had mutilated her best friend. This unspeakable act could not be forgiven. Sango plagued her mind with the possible extent of Kagome's injuries.

Sango, the warrior and toughest chick ever to be within the walls of either of the Takahashis' halls, bawled with lament and regret. Her downtrodden heart and self-incriminating mood did little to ease her guilty conscience.

Some friend she was.

She really wanted to go and see if--

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing you selfish lecher?! Now is not the time for it."

"Well, my fair Lady Sango, would you please be so kind as to inform me of when this time you speak of is? I'd really like to jot it down on my calendar to prepare."

"Prepare?"

"You know. Buy you chocolates, flowers, perfume...condoms."

She jumped out of her seat on the parking lot curb and appeared an interesting combination of embarrassed and pissed off.

Sango's face flushed the brightest red he had ever seen. Even redder than when she had been crying. He knew what he was doing. Now was not the time or place to initiate her into such an experience. Now was the time to and anger her out of her sorrow. He would rather be slapped by an enraged, disgusted Sango than witness a weeping, helpless Sango.

This Sango embodied the strength he was so used to seeing from her. He hated seeing her pathetic and grieved. He could se the pained reaction of her face. His plan was not working. How could he assume she would ever forget about Kagome? Oh well. It was a valiant try.

"What is WRONG with you!!!? Kagome could be seriously hurt, or suffering, DYING and you just want some ass?! I had you pegged all wrong. I don't think this will work out between us, Miroku."

WHAT?! How could she say that? Duh, you idiot. She thinks you're reverting back to your perverted ways.

"I see my plans to distract you were kind of half-baked. Am I right?"

The looking of dawning emerged on Sango's face.

That sounded more like it. She looked down at her dirty, cleated shoes. "I guess not." Her response was quiet, but not quite a whisper.

"Sango? I'm sorry." His apology was soft and did not do his electrifying seductive voice justice.

She gave a sad laugh and replied, "Why are you sorry? It's my fault. The whole thing is my fault."

"No Sango. It's really not. Kagome has been playing a long time. Her brother has played a long time. Her father has played a long time. So has Sesshoumaru. So have you and I. No one blames you. We all know injuries are a major risk when you play any sport. And, I am sure her circumstances are dire enough to warrant death concerns. She's a tough girl. Not as tough as you..." At this he lifted her chin and elevated it so her eyes met his. "but she is a fighter. Her competitive nature comes through all the time.

"She can be very argumentative in class and a real bitch on the field when things don't go right..." She looked horrified until he continued. "...but only to Yash," he amended.

He hated to see her like this. He lost it as the tears trickled more quickly down her delicate cheeks.

He couldn't take the sight of her quivering body anymore. He had to do something.

He quickly encircled her body with his arms, having every intention to simply comfort and hold her.

She started. "Miroku, no. Now is not-"

"I give you my word, for now and if only for tonight, that I will not make passes toward you or make attempts of progressing further in our relationship for tonight. I can't stand to watch you weep when I know you are not to blame. I care deeply about you." He took this opportunity to lovingly and gently kiss her forehead.

She stared at him affectionately with tears still leaking out of her eyes. "Thank you Houshi. I care deeply about you too."

He truly did only try to hold her, but she flabbergasted him by grabbing onto his shoulders, slowly rising to her tiptoes. He leaned his head forward because he thought she would return the kiss to his forehead. He closed his eyes and awaited her light caress. He was greatly surprised to feel the innocent lips he fantasized about make contact with his own. His eyes widened. He collected himself and happily closed them as she continued her ministrations. He had to be satisfied with this, for he promised he would make no advances tonight.

He nearly giggled with glee when he felt her tongue sweep across his lips. His innocent and strong beauty was deepening the kiss. She really wanted him to be with her.

The kiss was gentle and only lasted about thirty seconds, but those thirty seconds were perfection. Both, at this point, were sure they would spend the rest of their lives together. But, they wouldn't admit it to one another. They would not for at least another two years, but that didn't matter. What mattered now was discovering one another in ways they hadn't before.

This, in both of their minds, meant far more than just passion or sex. This meant being there for each other, fighting until Miroku initiated the tickle fight they both now appreciated so much, and being faithful. Miroku would never be satisfied with anyone but her. She was perfect.

He quietly acknowledged how odd it was to accomplish his initial goal of distracting her by distracting himself as well. He only hoped Kagome would be as happy soon enough.

Kagome's injuries had not been as extensive as her friends had thought. She had a few cracked and a few broken ribs, some discoloration, and a lot of soreness. Other than that, she didn't know why the doctors were fussing the way they were.

She ignored them and fell asleep.

In her dream, she was just outside her house. Something didn't feel quite right. She looked around and went into the house. Sitting at the table was her family, Mama, Souta, Grandpa, and? "DAD!" She was so excited. Here was her father. She missed him so much.

She flung herself toward him.

"Stop! Don't touch me."

`What?' Words could only poorly describe how her destitute and confused heart felt. It was as if she had been shot through the heart. "Daddy? What's wrong?" she questioned sadly. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Well, let me see," her dream father began sarcastically, "you quit playing to model, you parade around in skimpy clothes, dishonoring not only me, but our entire family, you dress up as a male, break up a relationship, expose your breasts to random men, and you lose. You should feel lucky I am dead. If I were not, I, with approval of the family..." He paused to allow Mama, Souta, and Gramps to nod vigorously. "...would disown you for such disgraceful and disrespectful behavior. Get OUT of this house! You are no longer my daughter and as such are not welcome here."

Somewhere in her mind, she knew this was a dream, but the words he spat still sliced like knives.

She felt the tears drop down her cheeks as the pain of his words sank in.

"Are you stupid as well? I said get OUT whore! Out of this respectable family's presence... FOREVER!"

She wasted no time in racing out the door. She had nowhere anymore. She went to the one place that could make her feel any security at all. Ever since she was young she would play among the branches of the God Tree.

She ran until she was surprised, when she arrived, by a figure that was pinned against it. He had beautiful white hair and was dressed in ancient red clothing.

Suddenly, he raised his head.

"Oh. It's only you. I thought it was someone actually worth my while, like Kikyo. You know, someone who wouldn't keep secrets form me."

"Inuyasha? I wasn't trying to kee-"

"What do you want wench? Hey why don't you do something useful for a change? Grab the arrow and let me go."

She was too broken to argue. He had broken the last salvage of her heart. There was not point in resisting.

When her finger touched the arrow, he and the arrow disappeared.

"He left me."

The only thing left was the red haori he had been wearing. She felt so cold and alone. She took it and put it over her shoulders if only to stay warm in the twilight of the rapidly chilling evening.

Oh god. It smelled like him. It tortured her. She sank back with her back against the tree as she hugged her knees to her chest.

Would everyone she loved abandon her tonight?

Unexpectedly, she noticed a different Yash standing before her and coming closer. She didn't know how to react to him. He knelt in front of her and she saw concern and worry in his eyes. Concern for her? Then she noticed a new emotion...love. Yash would never abandon her.

"Kagome?"

She flung herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around the back of his neck, bringing them closer together until their lips met in a passionate kiss.

AN- I hope it was worth the whole week-and-a-half of waiting. It is a pretty long chapter.