InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dusk Curse ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Dusk Curse

 

 

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, all formalities and stuff throughout the whole story, simply because I'm too lazy to rewrite it. So for this whole story NO I don't own Inuyasha.

 

*Police detectives all drop their posts around my house and slunk away dejectedly*

 

That's right! *Shakes fist at the pigs* I DO NOT OWN THEM!! Though I do claim anything that is not indigenous to Inuyasha, including Raya and Nocte, they are both mine.

 

RyuuAngel

Aka: Riasha

 

 

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Thank you and enjoy.

 

 

DUSK CURSE

 

Chapter 1:

 

~North Newport, NH

~5:55am, June 2nd, 2000

 

Time goes by just like a fast train. It cannot be stopped, nor toyed with, nor interfered with. People have long believed that it is possible to change events, to travel through time. Modern day science has taken those beliefs and smashed them to little tiny pieces at our feet. Time travel has been ruled as a thing of the imagination, impossible. Or so people think. Storms can blow trees down and cause collisions. A rare storm can tear railroad tracks from the havenous and boundless earth. How will the train go on then? But time is unstoppable, except for a few, the exceptional and unique. Only they know how to cross and interfere with time. Only they can determine what will happen and how to make it suitable to ones desires.

 

Too bad Kagome wasn't one of those people. If she were, she wouldn't be in the situation she was in now. She would be both carefree and getting excitedly stupid about going to America. She would go back and never have met Inuyasha and the rest of the Takahashi family. But no, she was not bestowed with this particular gift, so she was here, living in the now. She cursed her misfortune and grabbed her car keys, scowling at her brother to prevent him from stopping her from leaving.

 

He just raised his eyebrows and got the hell-out-of-her-way, knowing what she was capable of in this state. She was angry enough to kill with a single look at the moment, and driving may be dangerous to the people who angered her, but really it was the safest way to go. Kagome was always very careful in a car, she was also very capable in one, and respectful of all the rules regardless of her state of mind. He had no worries there, it would blow off some steam hopefully without anyone getting too close to her and be on the receiving end of her wrath. Or that's what he'd like to hope.

 

~**~

 

~Newport, NH

~6:00am, June 2nd, 2000

 

Sesshoumaru smirked over his coffee. He was sitting in the kitchen at the counter-space next to the stove. It was only 6 in the morning and he had not totally woken up yet, but the strong black coffee was slowly doing its job. He liked to have his coffee strong; it was one more thing that showed how superior to everyone else he was. He could do one more thing better than they could, be that much stronger in will than they were. The sound of regurgitation upstairs made him smirk again and take a large gulp of coffee, efficiently emptying his first cup that morning. He rose to refill it and did not look up when his brother came in, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He gave Sesshoumaru a spiteful look for the smirk and did not say a word. Maybe his hung over brother was afraid something that was still down would come up again.

 

Inuyasha opened the refrigerator door and took out a jug of spring water. To Sesshoumaru's deep disgust, he lifted the jug to his lips and gulped it down, draining almost a quarter of the full jug. His tangled hair swept behind him like a horribly woven intricate silver shawl.

 

“Would it really be so unthinkable to get a glass?” He said sarcastically over pouring his coffee. Inuyasha glared daggers at him before chugging another few gulps to spite him so now there was only two-thirds of the container of water left. Sesshoumaru finished pouring his cup, not showing the extent of his disdain.

 

“Yeah.” Inuyasha smirked. “Totally unthinkable.” He mocked in a low tone. He put the water back into the fridge and opened the cupboard, pulling it open harder than necessary and causing it to hit the end of its hinge and slam it shut again. He jumped back in surprise and hit the table, almost overturning it. Sesshoumaru deftly saved his coffee and scowled at the insolent bastard.

 

“Watch it, asshole.” He growled before neatly composing himself. “Really, between your lack of elegance, wit and charm I'm surprised you even have a member of the female species willing to put up with you.” He sniffed the air, wrinkling his nose. “You had better go and take a shower and a few breath mints and hope she doesn't notice this time.” He said, feigning brotherly concern. Inuyasha strangely did not get angry at the direct hit and instead looked incredibly sad. He seemed to be ignoring him, which was strange in itself, and his out-of-place look was positively giving him the creeps.

 

“She already caught me, last night. I was… with Kikyou, at the bar.” Inuyasha admitted distantly. So that was the reason for the difference in attitude all of the sudden, actually as soon as he mentioned his girlfriend, Kagome. Something deep inside of Sesshoumaru jumped up at this new development and surged with hope. He suppressed it furiously, hating himself for his weakness. It hadn't always been that way. At first he'd seen her with his brother handling him marvelously, managing to keep him under her control without being obvious about it. She would subtly lose and in the end, somehow win. He had held a grudging respect in her ability, as much as he did not want to admit it.

 

When his brother had first hurt her, Sesshoumaru had scorned her and said what an idiot she was for going back to him and giving him another chance. And every time she gave him another chance this feeling of scorn toward her left and was replaced by a deep loathing for Inuyasha. He was angry with himself and refused to realize it was jealousy, for jealousy was a weakness. But it made its face plain and eventually he had recognized it for what it was. A horrible weakness. But there was more to his weakness: hope was added to the equation. Whenever he heard of their fights, a new feeling took hold of his being and his heart soared with the false hope of something. Why he did not know, perhaps it was hope that if she was gone, this weakness would also leave. But a deep part of him wondered if he thought it was because he would have a chance, his chance, with her. He suppressed this thought with all of his being, but it would not die, and haunted him constantly. But he was the master of disguise, and she would never know.

 

“You really are impossibly stupid.” Sesshoumaru said and took his coffee cup up to his room to read through his college plans. He was applying to quite a few colleges, maybe all of that would take his mind off of this stupidity that tortured him. He knew it was hopeless to think so, but he was sure as hell going to give it a go, and make it work. He was determined to forget her, especially since she would be leaving soon. She was moving to Japan for her college education. She hoped to become a Japanese/English translator, if he remembered correctly. He pounded the thought out of his mind; he should not know these things about her. He should not! God Damn this weakness in him! He gazed out the window and happened to notice a particularly familiar red car coming down the road from up on top of the hill. Something within him, uncontrollable and to him hideous took over his brain.

 

~**~

 

~Newport, NH

~6:15am, June 2nd, 2000

 

Kagome gripped the steering wheel tighter as that damnable forsaken house came into view. Fuck Inuyasha! She didn't need that jerk! He was nothing, nothing at all to her. He wasn't even worth thinking about. She clenched the steering wheel even tighter as she came closer to the gigantic house and tried to force her gaze from it, but it was impossible. The window to his room was dark, he was either still sleeping off his hangover, or he was not there. Not there… so he would be with that Bitch. Her cousin was everything she wasn't: beautiful, sexy, confident with men, skilled, graceful, smart… The list continued. Kagome blinked tears from her eyes and noticed a figure emerging quickly from the house and felt her throat catch. Silver hair, golden eyes…

 

He was… Not Inuyasha.

 

Sesshoumaru lifted an arm up in signal for her to stop, apparently wishing to speak with her. Her foot threatened to fall on the gas pedal, but her conscious stopped her and instead she eased off the gas and tapped the brakes. When she had come to a complete stop in front of the house she had never wanted to see again she rolled down the window in order to talk. GOD she hoped he would make this quick.

 

“Did you want something?” She asked, her voice as cold as ice. She immediately felt bad; she had been mean to the guy unprovoked. Not that he was ever nice to her.

 

His eyebrows rose. “I take it you are not in the best of moods.” Before she could reply to that, he continued. “I thought you weren't due to leave until June 21st?” He asked. She did a double take, wondering how he could have known that she was leaving, but then figured he must have heard it from Inuyasha. Damn Inuyasha, even now she was thinking about him!

 

What she didn't now was that Sesshoumaru was damning himself with each fact he knew about her.

 

“I was. Not that it's any of your business.” She fidgeted; her fingers tapping the steering wheel, and then clutching it, wishing to god it were Inuyasha's neck. What she'd like to do to him…

 

“Where are you going? You will be back in time to go to Japan.” He ignored her anger and his cold voice sounded somewhat concerned in her ears. Here she was, being a bitch, and he was still being nice. Damn her! It wasn't HIS fault that his brother was such an ass.

 

“Yeah, I'll be back by then. I was just going for a road-trip. Only two weeks.” She forced herself to sound pleasant and apologetic instead of bitchy. Her voice came out sugary sweet, fake.

 

“You packed light?” The question jolted her out of her sudden, adrenaline filled anger. Pack? She smiled and shook her head.

 

“I was in… a bit of a hurry.” She smiled wryly.

 

“Because of my brother.” He implied. Her mouth opened in shock. How did he, how COULD he know? Unless, he got on better with Inuyasha then she thought? Did they actually talk?

 

Sesshoumaru damned himself again.

 

“Inuyasha told you?” She felt ready to boil over. Names for him went through her mind, but none of them seemed to fit. She couldn't settle on any single one.

 

“He said that you caught him last night with Kikyou. Again.” Kagome felt like wringing his neck, her eyes felt hot and ached. She could feel the moisture building in them and cursed him for making her cry. Again.

 

“That asshole.” She whispered. She glanced up at the house, trying to burn him with her eyes if he was in there. She wished she could…

 

“Do you want some company?” Guarded. Why would he ask her that? He sounded impenetrable, and protected. If only she could have such nice walls. Why would he want to come with her? She couldn't have him come; he sure as hell wouldn't help her any. As her mind thought up an excuse, her lips were forming different words.

 

“Sure. Why not? If you're packed when I get back, you can come.” What the hell! Where had that come from? She didn't need to deal with an emotionally blocked guy right now, especially Inuyasha's brother!

 

She opened her mouth to take it back and felt wetness on her arm. Another drop descended, making her pull her arm in. She peered at the sky and noticed dark clouds forming overhead, pouring out their accumulation. The drops were coming slightly faster now. Sesshoumaru's weightless hair was becoming weighted down with the moisture. What a bitch she was, to make him stand there in the rain.

 

“I'm going home to pack. If you're packed when I come back, I'll take you. If not, I'm going to leave.” She quickly rolled up her window to keep the inside of her car from getting wet, just in time. The rain started pouring down, as if the skies above had opened suddenly and decided to wash them clean. She turned her wipers on and watched as they swished the rain away, only to become clouded once again by it. Visibility was minimal as she pulled away and turned around to head back home.

 

Why did she say that to him? Probably to give him the chance to opt out. That way, he could take back his words and make up some excuse while she was gone. That way, if he wasn't ready, she could leave.

 

That way, he wouldn't come.

 

She watched as he walked casually onto the porch, looking oblivious to the fact that he was getting soaked. He saw her watching and lifted a hand in parting. She threw her car into gear and tore away, her tires squealing in protest.

 

~**~

 

~Same place and time.

 

Sesshoumaru watched her drive away from the safety of his porch. He growled annoyance when he ran his fingers through his now tangled, wet mass of hair. Damn her, it was her fault his hair was wet. If she hadn't made him go out there, if she hadn't made him ask her…

 

She had made him do nothing! It was not hers, but his own fault. What the hell had gotten into him, asking her that? And why hadn't she refused?

 

`Do you know why?' The voice taunted. `Because you were wrong. She is just like very other person, telling you lies to get rid of you. She won't come back.' He stiffened at the voice, but did not contradict it. She wouldn't come back. It was a hoax so she wouldn't have to say no. She took the easy way out; lying.

 

So why was he going inside to pack? He thought as he opened the screen door and let it slam shut behind him. `Why am I going to pack, when there will be nowhere to go?' Still, his feet carried him up the stairs and into his room, where he shut the door firmly behind him. It only took him moments to pack suitable clothes for a couple of days, and enough money to last him ten times that long. He was idiotic, mentally unstable, if he thought he was packing for a reason. He neatly folded everything, and then shut his suitcase. It clicked with a finality that made him grind his teeth.

 

Dammit, she wasn't COMING. Why would she? She didn't like him, or even know him that well. He picked up his suitcase and went into the bathroom, putting his toothbrush into a plastic baggie and then taking his hairbrush and putting them both into the suitcase. He shut the bathroom cabinet and found his reflection staring back at him. His eyes reflected hope. And yearning. He wiped the look off his face and replaced it with nothingness. He picked up the suitcase and went down the stairs, one step, another, then another, and soon he was at the bottom. She wouldn't be here yet. She had to drive home, pack, and then come back here. It took ten minutes to get there, so he would give her a half an hour. It had taken him ten to pack, so she should be here in twenty.

 

If she was going to.

 

Fuck it! There was no if! She wasn't going to be here! He stared out the window dully, his eyes brightening if the car that went by was red. Five minutes passed. Three more red cars drove by. Ten minutes more passed. Another four red cars that never stopped. She wasn't coming. Of course she wasn't coming. Another five minutes passed. He was going to stop being foolish and go back up to his room to put his stuff back now. Another five minutes.

 

His feet didn't move.

 

~**~

~North Newport, NH

~6:45, June 2, 2000

 

Kagome blew out a breath and jumped into her car. She'd already been gone a half an hour; he probably thought she wasn't coming. It was her brother's fault; he'd not been impressed with the idea of her going somewhere with Sesshoumaru, especially spending two weeks with him. Arguing took up a lot of time. She wasn't good at doing two things at once, packing and yelling at the same time was out of the question. How could she give him death glares while her eyes were poring over her clothes?

 

She started up the engine despite Souta's disproving looks and tore out of her yard, going faster than she was supposed to. She bit her lip when she realized just how much over the speed limit she was going, but didn't slow down. Why, she didn't know. Its not like he was going to come anyway. He was going to make some sort of excuse and she would be able to go on her merry little way, She thought dryly. So why was she speeding along to try and make it there before he would get angry? He didn't matter to her. And at this rate she would get a ticket she couldn't afford.

 

Still, she got to his house in five minutes flat. An outstanding record for her, since it usually took twice as long. She was only ten minutes late. She pulled up in front of the house and watched the door, waiting. It opened before she was even totally stopped. The rain was still coming down in sheets, but she could still clearly make out the suitcase he was carrying. Wait, he packed? He was… coming? She stared at her hands, unsure of what she felt. She wasn't angry, almost glad. What? Why… she didn't understand anything right now.

 

A knock on her window made her snap her head up in alarm. He pointed to his suitcase and she popped her trunk for him. She heard him stuff it in and shut the trunk gently. He was sliding into the passenger seat moments later, soaking wet. He looked as though he was trying to pretend he wasn't cold. She reached over and turned her heater on, turning the heat to its hottest, but keeping the fan low. They would suffocate in here if the fan were turned up. She glanced at him to find he was studying her.

 

“I… didn't think you'd be ready.” She admitted. His eyes turned steely cold.

 

“I didn't think you'd come.” He shot at her. His voice was a cool as usual, but not angry. She was hurt, did that mean he didn't want to come?

 

“Well, then, why the hell did you pack?” She returned. Nothing showed in his face as he leaned closer.

 

“The off chance that I was wrong. It doesn't happen very often.” He was such an ass! She really couldn't deal with this now.

 

“If you didn't want to come, you shouldn't have asked.” She put the car into gear and slammed her foot onto the accelerator. His head snapped back a little, and his expression turned angry.

 

“It was a simple courtesy to ask. YOU shouldn't have accepted.” He countered, and then turned his eyes to the road. “Slow down.” He ordered. She shot him a death glare.

 

“Are you asking, or telling?” She said coldly. His eyes were murderous, but she ignored him.

 

“Do as I say.” His tone was infinitely cold, and it made her even angrier.

 

“Don't fucking tell me what to do!” She pressed harder on the gas pedal, only letting off it to go around turns. She glanced at him, hoping to scare the asshole, but his expression never changed. Instead of making her even more pissed, it seemed to sober her, and her brain finally started to come back. Her foot eased off the petal, and soon they were only a little over the speed limit. She gave him a guilty glance, and found him once again studying her.

 

What in the world was wrong with her? Why was she letting him get to her like this? Oh, hell, but why did he have to be such an ass? She summoned all of her patience and courage.

 

“Listen, since we're doing this together, we might as well TRY to get along, right? I'll promise to be civil if you do. But I want a sincere promise.” She was staring at him seriously, her eyes darting from him to the road. Finally he let a small smile touch his lips.

 

“I didn't wish to anger you.” He said. She just raised her eyebrows.

 

“Really? I couldn't tell. No, ignore that I said that.” She grinned apologetically. “See, you made me do it again. I know we got off to the wrong foot, for some odd reason, but there's absolutely no reason we can't be friends.” She gave him another meaningful glance. “None at all.” She muttered.

 

He stayed silent. She drove along and wondered if he was going to answer her. After a few minutes she gave up and concentrated on the road, thinking about turning the music on. But then she would have to ask him what he liked, and she didn't feel like talking to him right now. She was seriously considering turning around, or kicking his ass out of her car and roaring off. But she knew she would never do it, though the image of it made her feel pretty damn good.

 

“I apologize.” His silky, soft voice cut through her nasty thoughts and made her blush when she realized what she had been thinking about. The last one had something to do with tying his leg to the car and letting him dangle as she drove at about 70…

 

“Apology accepted.” She said, her voice fakely sweet again, her matching smile making him look twice at her. What was she hiding?

 

Kagome did her best to smile and look cheerful, but his eyes held mistrust and weariness. So she gave up and sighed, letting the smile fall from her face. She relaxed her death grip on the steering wheel, but she could still feel his eyes boring into her from the passenger seat.

 

“Where are we going?” For once there was nothing commanding about his voice, it held mere curiosity. She blew out a breath. Well, where WAS she going?

 

“I was just trying to get out of town. I figured I'd go wherever the road took me. Does that bother you?” She slid a glance his way, to find him once again studying her. It unnerved her that he could stare at her like that without feeling the least bit guilty when she caught him. She was so used to Inuyasha, who would look away if she happened to catch him looking at her. It felt weird to be scrutinized so closely, so openly. To be judged like that and know she might not measure up. She wanted to, badly, to be good enough in his eyes. It was just an instinct to try and be good enough in other people's eyes. Anyone who said they didn't care what anybody else thought was lying, everybody did, at least a little. Some more than others.

 

She wasn't going to lie and say she didn't care, because she did. She wanted to be liked, to be likable, and to be able to like that person in return. So she tried to be what they wanted her to be. She had her limitations, she was herself, but she didn't openly flaunt things she knew they didn't like. It was in her nature to try and fit in with everybody else, and this was one person she couldn't do it with. If she were like him, they would fight every moment. She didn't yet know WHO he wanted her to be, and she found herself being something she wasn't used to, herself. The way she would be without any outside influences. It disturbed her, but there wasn't much she could do, except learn what he liked.

 

“What music do you listen to?” She asked nervously. Her words broke the tension she had sensed from him and he leaned back into his seat, twisted so he was facing her slightly.

 

“I'm agreeable with most music. Except rap, that isn't music. It just these hoodlums trying to rhyme really fast with a musical rhythm.” He motioned to her car radio. “Put on what you like.” He seemed to be waiting to see what she would do.

 

And Kagome didn't quite know. What station would she listen to if there was no one who wanted her to listen the lyrics to this song so they could discuss it? Or buy this CD so they could play it while they were in her car or at her house?

 

She reached for the radio and flicked through stations, finally stopping at variety station, KLB 101.5.

 

`For the best variety…'

 

She watched as Sesshoumaru frowned at her choice, but she was proud of herself. This was her favorite station. Since she had so many friends, she liked everything. This station was perfect. The Matchbox Twenty song Unwell filtered through her speakers and she turned it up. Did she like this song? She supposed so, she liked the lyrics. She liked the beat of it too. It made her want to sing, but she dared not to with Sesshoumaru in the car. So she listened intently to try and learn the words of the song better.

 

`All day, staring at the ceiling

Making friends with Shadows on my walls.

All night, hearing voices telling me

That I should get some sleep

Cuz tomorrow might be good for something.

 

Hold on, I'm feeling like I'm headed for a

Breakdown, and I don't know why.

 

But I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell

I know, right now you can't tell.

But stay a while and baby then you'll see

A different side of me

 

I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired

I know, right now you don't care

But soon enough your gonna think of me

And how I used to be

 

Me

Talking to myself in public

And dodging glances on the train

And I know

I know they've all been talking about me

I can hear them whisper

And It makes me think there must be something wrong

With me, out of all the hours thinking

Somehow, I've lost my mind.

 

But I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell

I know, right now you can't tell

But stay a while and baby then you'll see

A different side of me

 

I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired

I know, right now you don't care

But soon enough your gonna think of me

And how I used to be

 

I been talking in my sleep

Pretty soon they'll come to get me

Yeah they're taking me away.

 

But I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell

I know, right now you can't tell.

But stay a while and baby then you'll see

A different side of me

 

I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired

I know, right now you don't care

But soon enough your gonna think of me

And how I used to be

How I used to be, yeah

How I used to be.”

 

She smiled as the song ended. Yes, she liked that one.

 

“I hate that song.” Sesshoumaru was glaring at the radio as if he could melt it. Kagome felt shock and sadness go through her that she wouldn't be able to enjoy that song while he was around.

 

“You like it.”

 

Was she that obvious? Damn.

 

“No I don't.” She lied. “Why would I like a crazy song like that, all about him being nutty and stuff? Its stupid.” Her lies came out smoothly; she practiced daily, after all.

 

“I saw your face. You wanted to sing it. You cannot lie to me.” His smug smile made her want to wring his neck all over again.

 

“Why, are you the expert on lying?” She shocked herself with her icy tones. And immediately regretted what she'd said.

 

“Listen.” She said, feeling truly bad. “I didn't mean that.” She smiled at him. “Sorry.” She reached over and touched his arm, trying to communicate with a touch how bad she felt for saying that. He jerked away from her like one would after touching a hot stove. She snatched back her hand.

 

“I didn't burn you.” She said defensively, almost hurt to realize he didn't want her to touch him.

 

He wished she hadn't had to do that. She HAD burned him, in a way she would never know, because he would never tell her. Her one, soft touch had branded him, it was a feeling he would not soon forget.

 

“I didn't ask for an apology.” He answered her, his voice angered. She drew further back from him, almost afraid. He never got angry, he was always cold and uncaring, sometimes amused, but never angry. Perhaps a tad annoyed, but never angry. She kept repeating that, over and over. He must really dislike her touch if that's what it took for him to be angry. She felt her face grow warm and her eyes sting.

 

“Am I that repulsive to you? Am I that disgusting?” Her voice almost broke, but she shut herself up, determined to not let him know how much that had hurt her. She would never tell him.

 

Sesshoumaru couldn't believe how far she had taken that. Repulsed? Disgusted? Not in her dreams. If she knew the truth, she would be the one that was disgusted. He loathed himself for his weakness for her. He could feel the drawing sensation that pulled him toward her, but he resisted it with all of his pride. She would throw him out of the car and drive away as fast as possible if she knew the truth. If she knew that her simple, comforting touch had made his skin burn and tingle, his stomach flop, his legs weak and his thoughts jumbled. Dammit, how the hell had he gotten himself into this mess?

 

“I do not want your apologies. You are not disgusting, or repulsive, so put your naïve mind to ease.” His voice was laced with sarcasm, undiluted sarcasm. She bristled.

 

“You don't have to be like that. I don't care how you feel about me. It doesn't matter.” She didn't sound so mad, nor so icy, but still slightly so. He sighed, resigned to the car ride. She hadn't taken him seriously, and it was his own fault, he had sounded so sarcastic she thought he had meant that he found her extremely repulsive. Dammit all to hell. Maybe he should just tell her he didn't, and mean it, it didn't matter if she was disgusted with him, she was right now anyway.

 

He tried to think up the words to describe it to her. His mind was spinning, his pride trying to stop him. He couldn't admit a weakness. Not to anyone. Not for any reason. He didn't care, she somehow had become more important. Somewhere in all of those fights she had had with Inuyasha, he had started taking her side, started wanting her to feel better. He wanted to protect her, to make her feel good, instead of used and hurt.

 

He couldn't do it. He wasn't man enough to. Another weakness, he couldn't even stand the thought of her refusing him, so he wouldn't give her the chance. What a weak man he was becoming, how insecure and frivolous.

 

Kagome drove and drove. And suddenly, she knew where she was going. She remembered her last time there with Inuyasha, when they had watched the sunset. It was still a ways away, and if they stopped to get food, they would get there just as the sun was setting. That would help calm her.

 

She didn't know why Sesshoumaru disturbed her so much. His silence, his anger, his whole manner rang false. He wanted to talk, but he wouldn't. She hated the fact that he may be disgusted with her. It ate at her, bothered her. Very few people really disliked her, including Kikyou. And when someone didn't like her, she had to know why.

 

She would not admit that one of the reasons that he disturbed her so much was because of how much she was attracted to him. She wouldn't let that thought even fully establish itself.

 

~**~

 

Well, that was the first chapter. I hope you liked it.

 

RyuuAngel