InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Enigma ❯ Your Eyes ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Your Eyes

 

“So rehearsals after school?” Miroku leaned back on the lunch bench, planting his arms on the table. A piece of fluff flew past his nose on a small breeze, making him swipe at it.

 

“Ugh…how bout no? We've been doing it all week and my biceps hurt like a girl with cramps,” Shippou complained, rubbing one arm as he said it.

 

Kouga leaned down and plucked a blade of green, green grass, placing the blade between his lips to chew thoughtfully. “Wimp…”

 

Shippou glared at Kouga's head, wishing the dark haired elder a most painful experience. Inuyasha smiled at the scene, a feeling of familiar friendliness filling him. As disorderly as they can be, he'll never find any better friends.

 

But, Inuyasha sighed, looking to consider the question as he rested his elbows on his knees, his place on top of the table giving him a slightly better vintage point of the school campus.

 

Summer was coming around, spring gave its last downpour and flood, its delicate blossoms and tender leaves withering and growing tougher, bigger to capture the sun. The few cherry trees on campus had shed their pink petals long ago, bitter little green berries in their place. The lawn was coming in firm and lush, luxurious enough to take off your shoes during lunch and have a mini picnic. The walkways were swept and cleaned of any lasting dried mud, the damp and dank edifice of the red brick school drying under the sun's warm rays. Their table wasn't the only one occupied, many groups of teens packed tightly for a seat and one of the many picnic tables, and a place in the conversation.

 

Inuyasha had no resent for them, no anger towards their heavily funded clothes and prissy attitudes, prepaid cars and narrow-mindedness to center upon only themselves. They were the majority. And the majority were never the special ones. Only those who seemed…different were the ones who stood out. In the artistic world, the majority admired the minority.

 

“Dude, Inuyasha,” something was flung at his head, he didn't know what, but it jarred him from his musings enough to have him glowering at the source. Kouga just grinned. “Rehearsals? No? Yes? Do we need to hold a secret meeting and vote here?”

 

“feh,” inuaysha snorted, intertwining fingers and pleased that his mane behaved for once and went to one side when he tilted his head down, “I don't know, what do you guys think? Think we need it?”

 

“With your horrible voice and these guys' butterfingers?” Shippou smirked as Miroku and Kouga protested, almost whining. Inuyasha just shook his head with a tight smile.

 

“Guess you're right,” Inuyasha conceded with his cousin, “this is our big break guys, so I guess we gotta be our best.”

 

“We are at our best,” Kouga grumbled, leaning back like Miroku was.

 

“No, I'm at my best,” Shippou interjected, earning groans and rolled eyes, “we all know the drums are the heart of a band. Without it, you guys would be lost, sounding like dying cats caught in a tin trash can.”

 

“Watch it, or I'll put you in a trash can,” the lead guitar threatened, shaking a fist at the red head. Shippou faked a shudder.

 

“We might as well,” Miroku stated, pushing Shippou off the bench as they finished harassing him, “what's a little more practice? Not only will we sound better and get done faster when we record, we'll look like real professionals.”

 

Inuyasha nodded, pursing his lips that folded out into a small grin. Kouga just shrugged, enjoying immensely Shippou's misery as he prevented the younger one from sitting back on the bench.

 

Miroku broke out into a full fledged grin, “we're gonna be stars man, real hits. Money, videos, and as many chicks as the eyes can see. Not only will I get laid, I'll be rich while doing it.”

 

Inuyasha groaned and mumbled, “all we had to do was wait for it…you never fail to disappoint Miroku.”

 

“How could I live with myself if I didn't?” the bass player shined innocent eyes at the lead, getting a push from Shippou in his need to sit. This resulted in a pushing match between Miroku and Shippou, which then included Kouga cause he got bumped. And Inuyasha decided to join in for the hell of it.

 

If anyone were to casually look, they'd appear to be a bunch of carefree teenagers getting into normal trouble, laughing as they tried to injury each other and retaliate. No one would suspect that in just a few days, they'd make a multi-million dollar deal, signing over every recording privilege to their songs to Three Sword Density, one of the most successful producing studios in the country. Every word, ever lyric, every note will be heard by the masses, practically handing themselves over to the public on a CD laden platter. But right now, all they cared about was who was going to fall off the table first.

 

“You want it?!”

 

Inuyasha wound down his playing as he heard voices, still giving a few shoves here and there, but tuned his ears to the rest of the world.

 

“aw come on, just a little higher!” the voice crooned again, this time catching his ear in the direction of the back doors, which lead out to the knoll most of the student body occupied. His hazel golden eyes narrowed a bit, trying to make out what was going on.

 

Currently a group of maybe five people stood by the back door, three guys two girls. All three males wore the signature school varsity team jacket, burgundy and white, pressed and primed. Made his arms itch just thinking about it. He recognized the girls as part of the “make up, boys, shopping” cliché, their high pitched laughs making him cringe slightly.

 

And before them, with their mocking laughs raining down on her, was a darkly dressed young girl, maybe his grade, wringing her hands nervously while staring up at the leader. Others of the student body passed, some curious, some sympathetic. None stopped. None looked back to the poor girl. She was left to face the fate the jocks bestowed on her.

 

His brows furrowed as their voices rang clear.

 

The lean muscled framed boy, appearing to be the school's star quarter back now that Inuyasha looked at him, held an object in the air, something he couldn't see too well. “Come now little freak! Surely you want your coloring book back!”

 

The dark clad girl cringed into herself as the girls snickered harshly. Inuyasha frowned. Fucking jocks. Only source of entertainment for them was torturing the rest of the school.

 

The quarterback teased the girl with the “coloring book”, waving it right in her face. The girl took a step back like he was going to hit her instead of tease her it. Inuyasha's frown deepened, feelings of long term resentment bubbling. He couldn't stand people like that.

 

“inuuuuuuu…helloooooo…earth to dog breath!”

 

“Huh?” Inuyasha attention on the girl was broken and he grunted with displeasure upon seeing Kouga's face instead, “what?”

 

“Jeez, bite my head off why don't you?” Kouga grumbled, folding his arms casually.

 

Miroku narrowed his eyes, “damn Kyo can be such a jackass…”

 

Inuyasha looked to his bass player to see he was looking to the situation by the school. He turned back to it, frown reappearing upon his handsome features. He actually got the girl to reach up for the object, her short stature not enough to even brush her fingers on it. Inuyasha mumbled under his breath, “stupid fucker…”

 

“You know,” Shippou stated, forming a steeple with his fingers as his elbows rested in his tattered jean knees, “I might the shit beaten out of me, but just once, I want to call him out and just the most degrading things to him.”

 

“…Stop trying to sound smart and tough at the same time Shippou,” Kouga sighed, earning a punch from the red head. Kouga only punched back. Punch fight.

 

Inuyasha felt a growl crawl up his throat as Kyo, the quarterback, finally gave up on teasing the poor girl. Kyo frowned at her, at how pathetic she looked, “this is boring guys, lets go.”

 

But he couldn't leave without one last torment, so instead of just tossing the girl her possession, he let it drop from his fingers. As the object unfolded, its pages flared, a cascade of white coming from it as loose papers escaped and fluttered to the ground. Inuyasha felt his lips curl back as the girl panicked, her hands swiping at every paper to hurriedly gather them and leave.

 

“oi! Kasumoto! Where ya going?!”

 

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Kagome tried to hold back tears as she grabbed at papers, trying to harm the pages so she could put them back in her sketch pad with little dirt and creases as possible. Why? why must they do this to her? They could never understand, never in their conceded lives, what these pages meant to her. They were her life. They were what kept her alive.

 

A breeze fluttered past her, stirring the pages on the ground, making them dance away from her grasping fingers. As they swirled and lifted from the ground, she bit her bottom lip to hold in a whimper, her delicate ink stained fingers trying desperately to catch them. She managed to get a few, quickly putting them in her pad, but one remained elusive, sweeping just past her reach. She gasped as it flipped up into the air, and she reached and reached…

 

A hand of nimble fingers caught it, hers stopping just short of the paper. She froze in her spot. Her creation on the page blinked in and out of sight as the wind flapped the paper; her eyes and hand followed it as it was lowered to a body. She squeaked in horror as the hand flicked back, presenting the image to the body. Did they know what they were doing to it?! That paper could be bent now!

 

“My god…” a deep voice whispered, which she barely registered as she was conflicted with just taking the page and run of wait till they gave it back. But that would be rude.

 

Kagome kept her eyes on the sheet, pointing to it as her mouth worked, but words were hard to come by, “can I…please if I could just…”

 

“This is awesome!” the voice said, and on reaction Kagome's head snapped up to its bearer. She was never really complimented on her work…

 

The first thing she noticed were his eyes. Gold. Pure, untainted, blended with a nice amount of hazel specks. Deep and rich. Colored pencils, Prismacolors, autumn colors. Dark yellow, mixed with a burnt light orange, maybe some rusted sandy color, use a ember for the hazel, light, blend from the inside out. Beautiful…

 

“…You made this right?” Kagome blinked her toffee eyes as she was brought back from the real world, her vision of blending seeping away. Yet the gold remained. She tuned back to what he was saying.

 

“What?” she whispered.

 

“I asked, you made this right?” the golden eyed stranger repeated, and she blushed at the fact that he had to repeat and that he was talking to her. No one talked to her.

 

“Uh…yes I did. If I could just have it back now…” Kagome so badly wanted to check it for damages. But instead, like her tormentors before, he kept it in his hand. Except this time, he was looking at it. She blushed deeply. Why did it have to be that one?

 

Inuyasha examined the piece carefully, fully aware of her discomfort. He didn't mean it but he was too…caught up you could say. It truly was amazing. She leaned toward comic book style, but it maintained a realistic quality to it he couldn't help but admire. It held power…carnal power. He was never much for fantasy, vampires and the such, but werewolves were a different matter, especially concerning this. She made them look so real…like they were alive. The proportions were exact, the claws tearing into flesh looked needles sharp, fangs bared gleamed. The fight scene looked as if she had witnessed it, taken a picture. The blood was dark and looked to about rolled off the page. Carnal and primal, he found his heart pacing with a bit of excitement, as if the fight would jump from the page and take place before him. And the colors…perfectly blended, sharp and soft.

 

He heard her make a noise, tearing his attention from the piece harshly. She was biting a full bottom lip, anxious light brown eyes flicking from the paper in his hand to his face. Small, black blotched hands grasped her sketchpad to her chest, and she moved in place like she had to go bad. Her teeth let go of her lip, and his brow furrowed to find it cut, finely but still fresh.

 

Kagome raked a hand through her raven hair, “I really need to get to class…”

 

“What's your name?” he asked, keeping the art hostage incase she ran. She looked it.

 

She gaped up surprised at him and for a ludicrous moment, he found the expression cute. “Um…ka-Kagome…”

 

“Mine's Inuyasha,” he held out a hand for her to shake, always been a joke with him, but instead of smiling and taking his hand, she backed away flinching, and he quickly retracted the hand, “I'm sorry did I-“

 

“No,” she replied quickly, an embarrassed flush rising when she realized what she did, “it's okay. Nice to meet you Inuyasha. If you could give me back my sketch…”

 

She bit her lip again. Shy one isn't she? Inuyasha pursed his lips, and Kagome suppressed the cold fist in her stomach. He always did that when…no, this isn't him. “you gonna be around?”

 

Kagome looked at him as if he were insane, “wh-what?”

 

He smiled a little, “are you gonna be around later? I was wondering if I could look at your sketches. You're fantastic.”

 

She turned red as a tomato, gripping her sketchpad tighter like it held her life's secrets. He didn't know it did. “ wh-why would you want to?”

 

He shrugged, “I can't appreciate art?”

 

She gasped and turned even redder, fumbling with her words, “I didn't mean—I mean—I didn't want to sound rude or anything—“

 

“Whoa whoa!” Inuyasha laughed, holding up a hand. Kagome just melted behind her pad, “no offense, relax. I'll just look for you at lunch tomorrow, maybe I can get to you before Kyo does.”

 

He instantly calmed when her eyes looked around, a shine of fear over her round eyes. He frowned, “hey, if they harass you too much, just let me know okay? No one should be—“

 

“No!” she cried suddenly, deepening his suspicions, “no, its okay, I'm fine! Um, I guess I'll see you tomorrow, that is, if you'll still wanna look—“

 

“Trust me I will,” he replied, handing her the sketch back. She took it with tentative fingers. She jumped when the bell rang, quickly putting the paper back in her pad. “see ya later Kagome.”

 

She blushed. He used her name! “Yeah I guess…”

 

Inuyasha watched pensively as she jogged off, raven locks billowing behind her. Something was just not right…and he had the nagging feeling to find out.

 

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Kagome dusted off her work table, her lamp shining brightly down at her latest work. The beginnings of a face were present, the body just lines for now. Hair poured from the skull, flowing and waving in a wind. But there was one thing that would bring everything together, one thing that all this sprouted from. And she had been right. Autumn colors, burnt and rusted with some ember, blended from inside out, had been just the thing to capture it.