InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Enigma ❯ Cover it, Send it ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Cover it, Send it

 

Inuyasha caught the Frisbee effortlessly, landing on his feet and twisting around to send it to someone else. It flew smoothly to another hand, and she watched idly as the boys tossed the disk around, cat calling if one dropped it or cheering if one made a great catch.

 

Kagome licked her dry lips, biting the bottom as she tucked some of her unruly mane behind her ear. Oh why did her hair have to be so thick? And wavy too, just made it so much more difficult. Why couldn't she have straight hair, that was glossy and beautiful like the other girls? Well, she had to admit she wasn't like them…not one bit…

 

Kagome smoothed a hand over her stomach that was covered in a gray baggy sweater, the sleeves large enough to flow way past her fingers. She bit her lip again and her jeans rustled as she moved in place. What was she doing? Trying to impress someone? Like that could ever happen. But as she watched the golden eyed boy with the long ponytail jump for the disk and end up falling on his ass and lay on the ground defeated as his friends laughed, she couldn't help the giggle that came out, or the tiny blush that graced her cheeks. She remembered good times like that…

 

Kagome looked to the sky, covering her eyes as the bright beams shone down at her. It was warm today, and she had a bit of sweat popping at her lower back. She just hoped her cover-up held, it wasn't sweat proof.

 

“Heads up!!”

 

Kagome snapped her head back in time to scream and duck as the Frisbee whipped past where her head use to be. It landed softly on the grass some distance away, and she stood a bit jarred, letting out a breath of relief. She squeaked when a hand grabbed her shoulder.

 

“Oh, hey, you okay? Kouga was afraid he'd be charged with slicing off your head,” the smooth humor in Inuyasha's voice had her smiling a bit as she blushed, stepping away from his contact. Inuyasha noticed it and stored the information away.

 

“I was not!” a gruff, husky voice yelled, and Kagome looked to a young man with long, but not as long as Inuyasha's, black hair, shaking a dramatic fist at Inuyasha. The closer boy just chuckled.

 

“No, I'm quite fine thank you,” she said quietly, hands fidgeting with everything as she avoided his eyes. She tugged the hem of her sweater. Tugged at the strap of her bag. Tugged at her sleeves to cover her moving hands. God she felt so hot, and very uncomfortable…

 

“I didn't think you'd make it,” Inuyasha stated, a small grin playing at his lips, as she blushed darker, seeming to shrink into it, lowering her head to stare at her feet.

 

“I didn't think you'd want me to…” if he hadn't been listening, he never would have caught her small, insecure whisper. Keeping silent to be polite, he took a few steps past her and reached down to pick up the plastic disk. As he stood and faced his band, he scowled, waving his hand at them.

 

“Yeah yeah, keep your nagging to yourself,” he yelled, and Shippou was graceful enough to flip him off. He snorted as Kagome turned red again. Such free spirited boys, that they were!

 

But he turned back to his “guest” with a charming smile and gently took her elbow. She tried not to, but he noticed the flinch. “Shall we? I can't wait to see what you have in there.”

 

“Just some doodles…” she murmured, wanting badly to flick off his hand on her elbow. It was making her feel weird. He led her to a nearby picnic table, the grass carpet soft beneath their feet. Inuyasha swept an arm before him, allowing her to sit first. Though she didn't giggle, like he expected, he saw the tiny smile grace her lips as she bowed her head, sitting cautiously like the seat was going to be covered in thumbtacks. He however, plopped right down next to her, making her squirm and move a bit away. He held out his hand to her, and she blinked at it.

 

He laughed, “well come on, I wanna see! From what I saw yesterday, they aren't just doodles.”

 

Her toffee eyes flicked from his face to his hand distrusting, doubt clouding them darkly. He couldn't help but notice they were a nice almond shape. Like an old woman, she reached around to her messenger's bag, twisting it around to her jean-clad lap and opening the flap. He watched patiently as she stuck a hand in, slowly pulling out a worn covered thick sketch pad, letting her bag fall to the ground as she placed it in her lap like a precious child, smoothing the cover with one pale hand. He saw it shook faintly.

 

Inuyasha glanced golden eyes up to her face, watching as her near dark chocolate eyes sparkled with a light he couldn't understand. She looked upon her sketchpad as if it were her child, a precious being that she had tended to, nurtured for as long as she had lived. Her small smile was secretive, holding a mystery only she knew of and would understand. His eyelids lowered as he gazed over pale skin, too pale in his opinion. Didn't look like the girl got any sun. Her cheeks seemed a bit hollow as well, and dark circle haunted her eyes. But her gaze upon the pad, caressing, he had never seen a happier girl than her at the moment. Just…so innocent…

 

Seeming to snap from a trance, she nearly threw the book at him, keeping it tightly in her hand out to him as the other clutched her lap. He raised a brow, jerking straight when it almost hit his chest. Taking a peek at her, she kept her head bowed, as if ashamed, a red flush spreading upon her pale cheeks. Tentatively, he reached out a long fingered hand to take it, making sure not to spook her in any way. This girl was major paranoid.

 

He opened the front cover, prying curious eyes from her red face and looked upon the first page…and seemed to enter a world different from this one. A world she had created…

 

Kagome twisted hands in her lap, making them red from friction, short, chewed nails, white knuckled. What was she doing? No one asked to look at her sketchbook; no one even talked to her! How can she just believe some random guy (some random good-looking guy) would want to just by accidentally looking at one? Deep brown eyes glazed with dejected tears, but she battled them and blinked them till they didn't threaten to over flow. No one cared…no one ever cared about her art…no one ever cared about her for that matter…Kagome bit her lip to keep the moan of despair at bay. Her hands tensed more. He was going to call her names, she could feel it, she just knew it! Everyone did when they looked at what she made…

 

Kagome glanced to his lap, where her book now lay, as he flipped a page, having studied the previous one. The air was thick, and she felt her shoulders shiver. Did…did he not have anything to say? Not even a sneer?

 

She tugged her sleeves till they covered her hands again, and she lifted her head as if it were made if lead. She glanced fearfully to his face, his façade calm and serene, yet concentrated. His lips were set, the only movement the flick of his golden orbs as they took in the entire drawing. Currently, he was examining a sketch, colored and finished, of a young girl, prieced and black hair short and spiked, staring down indifferently but with a little frown. She stood alone, in a white tank top and black pants with a belt, expect for the shadows that haunted behind her, reaching for her.

 

“I…I can it `Junky', cause…she's facing her demons…” she said softly, breaking Inuyasha from his study almost harshly. She blushed when his dark amber eyes met hers and looked away.

 

But he nodded, opening his mouth to comment.

 

“oi! He-lo love, what's all this?” Shippou crooned from behind them and she jumped. Inuyasha scowled at her fright. But she jumped and squeaked each time someone crashed down on the table, Miroku next to Inuyasha, Kouga next to her, and (she blushed madly) when Shippou came up behind her, plopping each leg in each side of her. she grabbed at the edge of her sweater nervously with shaking hands, and she bowed her head as her turned maroon.

 

Miroku looked into the sketchbook, surprised awe gracing his features, “well hello…who's the sad hot girl? Did she model for you cause I'd like to meet her.”

 

Kouga rolled his eyes, resting an elbow in the table and reaching over Kagome (she stopped breathing) like she wasn't there to pull the sketch book towards him, “goddamn lecher, that's what you are…oh wow…this is awesome!”

 

“lemme see!” Shippou bowed his red head over her black one, looking down. Kagome seemed to shrink. “oooooooo, now that's lovely. Turn the page.”

 

“Shippou do you mind?” Inuyasha growled, pushing the boy to a proper sitting position, “you're squishing the girl.”

 

“Girl?” Shippou piped up, suddenly realizing there was a raven-haired maiden between his legs. He grinned as she squirmed uneasy, and enjoyed how she tensed when he gave her shoulders a quick squeeze of comfort, “sorry love, didn't mean to press you to death!”

 

Kagome's tongue was stuck in her head. Not only did she not know them, but the over powering presence of male and cologne made her choke up, freezing any words in her throat. And he hugged her! She flinched when a hand came before her face. She looked Inuyasha's way to see him scowling as Miroku held his hand out to her over him.

 

“Name's Miroku,” the violet eyed boy claimed, smiling. She shyly took his hand and shook it. He pulled back and pointed to the other offenders, “the guy next to you is Kouga. The one who's being very indecent is Shippou.”

 

“The only one who has any alleged “indecency”, is you Miroku. I promise you Kagome, if he was in my spot right now, all sorts of your forbidden body parts would have been groped in one way or another,” Shippou pronounced, earning a harsh glare from the bassist. Kagome wanted the shrink away and die, if all the blood in her head hadn't made her pass out already.

 

Before Miroku could open his mouth to bicker, Kouga's low whistle was heard, and he shoved the sketch pad under Shippou's nose. “Get a load of this one. Looks like our little artist isn't so forbidden after all.”

 

Shippou turned a nice shade of red at the sketch, the curves and lack of cloth upon the luscious woman in the sketch very tempting. Perfect folds and crease of a large sash promised visuals Kagome wasn't brave enough to face. Not one to miss out on anything “indecent”, Miroku jumped up on the table and scooted over next to Shippou to get an eye full, a full blown grin spreading over his handsome features. He sent Kagome's head a sly glance.

 

“My my…she does look familiar now that I look. My dear, did you model yourself for this sketch?” came Miroku's husky remark, and Kagome instantly knew which one they talked about. Truth was…she had.

 

“I have to go now,” she replied coolly, standing and turning, snatching the pad with shaking hands and bright red face. The boys snickered and chuckled as she clumsily pick3ed up her bag and stuffed the pad in there, wanting to get as far away as possible. She knew it was bad idea, she knew.

 

“Oh come now Kagome!” Miroku called after some good natured chuckling, watching her retreating, drawn in back. He looked to Inuyasha, “jeez, how can you not take…”

 

The bassist's comment died right on his tongue, the band's leader giving him a glare of pure heat. The other died down when Miroku didn't finish, meeting the golden eyed blaze of disgust. They watched silently as Inuyasha calmly got up, sticking hands in his pockets, and walked after the poor girl.

 

He would kill them later.

 

Kagome walked as fast as her trembling legs would go, embarrassed sobs burning the back of her throat, and her eyes glazed dangerously with tears. How could she have been so stupid? No one ever took her seriously! Never the kids, never the teachers, never her mother…

 

“Kagome,” she gasped and sped up as his voice called her. She couldn't let him see her like this. “Kagome! Damn it, stop!”

 

She released a little scream when his large hand slammed on her shoulder, old bruises awakening, and earned a couple stares from passersby that were quickly dismissed. She stayed still, for fear that if she struggled, more old pain would surface again. Inuyasha eased his grip, slowly turning her his way.

 

He shook her a bit, and she but her tongue against the whimper that rose, “come on, look at me. The guys were being stupid! They didn't mean to hurt your feelings.”

 

She just grabbed at her arms, trying to stop the shaking that raked her body in fine waves. Inuyasha glanced her up and down, concern marring the gold of his eyes. He noticed her hands held a death grip upon her arms, to the point he was sure it hurt, and he gently (not really knowing why) put his hands on hers, tugging as to pry them off. She stood stock still, head bowed in what he could only describe as shame. But as his palms warmed her chilled fingers, he noticed the tension ease and he pried at her fingers again, gaining some ground.

 

“its okay Kagome, they were only teasing you” he smiled a little, ducking his head to try and get a look at her face but she always turned before her could, “just a little teasing, no harm done. Come on girl, look at me, how else can I apologize for my band?”

 

Her head did rise a little, “your…your band?”

 

He nodded and answered yes as he managed to hook a finger under her chin to help lift it. He sighed as her tearful toffee eyes rose, but didn't meet his. He grabbed her shoulders again, “aw no, no crying young lady! Not only does it make me nervous but knowing my own friends did it…I'm afraid they're gonna have to get a beat down for this.”

 

She managed a laugh, sniffing and still slightly shivering a little. However, one tear fell, sliding lightly over her skin. It was crystal in the beam of sun that hit it on the way down. Whatever compelled him, Inuyasha found his thumb caressing her cheek, and he watched numbly as it passed over pale skin, her eyes going wide. It spread over her skin, washing away her skin….

 

His brows furrowed. He swiped again at the trail of wetness in her cheek. Kagome didn't notice his pause, the heat of his touch…of the warmth of his hands…she never thought she'd be warm ever gain…

 

“Kagome…” he whispered softly, and her heart fluttered as it seemed to caress her hurt ego with its smooth tones. His next words however, made her feel the cold of death, “is that…a bruise?”

 

Those simple words, oh so simple, broke the bond he had managed in those few seconds. She broke away from him harshly, dark eyes wide and frightened. Her hands shook worse now, and she covered up what he had found. He scowled to himself, reaching for her so as to get a better look. She stepped away quickly, and kept going, keeping dry, fearful eyes on his, making his gut clench in an unknown fear of his own. Just seeing that fear in her…it just traveled to him.

 

She kept him entranced for spilt seconds, till she spun and ran. Ran s if the devil were on her tail.

 

And he stood, utterly confused, rubbing the smudge of cover up between his fingers he had wiped away. Trying to sooth the unbearable tremble in his bones.

 

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I liked having hurt,
So send the pain below where I need it,
You used to beg me to take care of things,
And smile at the thought of me failing.

But long before, having hurt,
I'd send the pain below,
I'd send the pain below.

Inuyasha entered the chorus; beat up mic in hand as the bass of music shook the concrete walls of his garage. Miroku added his soft voice at this point, strumming his bass as Shippou banged the beat of the song perfectly.

Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating,
(I'd send the pain below...)
Much like suffocating,
(I'd send the pain below...)

You used to run me away,
All while laughing.
Then cry about the fact,
'til I returned.

But long before, having hurt,
I'd send the pain below,
I'd send the pain below.

Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating,
Much like suffocating,
(I'd send the pain below...)
Much like suffocating,
(I'd send the pain below...)
Much like suffocating.

Inuyasha turned and sent a smirk to Kouga, already knowing the guitarist knew his part by heart. Kouga readied his fingers, placing them just right. He'd never admit how he envied Inuyasha on his ability to scream yet sing at the same time.

I can't feel my chest,
Need more, drop down,
Closing in.

I can't feel my chest,
Drop down.

I liked, having hurt.
So send the pain below,
So send the pain below,
(Much like suffocating) [I liked]
So send the pain below,
(Much like suffocating) [Having hurt]
So send the pain below,
(Much like suffocating)
So send the pain below,
(Much like suffocating)
So send the pain below.

 

The bassist and lead singer hummed softly to the end, Inuyasha's voice basically dominating the song. But he knew it wouldn't sound as good if Miroku didn't add his smooth baritone to it.

 

Shippou banged his head with his drum sticks, sighing after he stopped after a few times, “I know you heard it…”

 

Kouga relaxed an arm on his guitar, smirking, “and you said we had butterfingers…”

 

He earned a glare for that one.

 

The leader sat on a large amp, the mic warm from his hand. They've been practicing since they got home from school. He took around the almost empty garage…well, it wasn't a garage anymore, it was the band's “recording studio”. The shelves held picks, wires, guitar strings, a broken pair of drum sticks from the time Shippou lost his temper on Kouga's head. The small space held no car, hadn't for sometime. Instead there was a worn set of drums, three guitars and two basses, and large box like amps on either side, wires running like snakes across the floor. It was home.

 

“That was totally wicked!!”

 

With all the grace he could muster, Inuyasha managed to not fall from his seat, but did stumble a bit when he got up. Kouga snorted and Miroku held in a chuckle. Shippou was too busy thinking about he can fix that miss in beat.

 

Pink tinting his cheeks, Inuyasha turn to the open garage door, scanning the owner of the voice head to toe. He was a boy of about twelve, skinny, with large brown eyes and a mop of dark hair. His jeans sagged on thin hips, black sneakers scuffed and an American Linkin Park shirt hanging off him. The guys grinned, Inuyasha noticing the boy sported a good cut on his lip.

 

Inuyasha jerked his head towards him, putting down his mic. “Not getting into fights are we? That lip looks nasty.”

 

“He's too skinny anyways,” Kouga commented under his breath, getting a friendly jab from Miroku.

 

But…the boy didn't find it funny. He had suddenly grown quiet, brown eyes suddenly going dull. But he didn't look away from Inuyasha. The poor lead singer wasn't the only one who squirmed. The boy smiled faintly though, “my name's Souta! And you must be her inspiration.”

 

Inuyasha glanced in either direction, brows coming together. He smiled lopsidedly, “what?”

 

“I recognize your eyes,” the boy blushed, remembering he had to sneak a peek to know what he was talking about in the first place, “she got them right, I think.”

 

“She?”

 

“Souta!” the boys ere fairly surprised when a flustered Kagome came running after the boy, grabbing his collar frantically, “don't you ever run off again! Do you hear me?!”

 

“Kagome, I just—“ Souta started but she shook him harshly.

 

“One minute I'm getting him his fucking cigarettes, then next your gone from my sight!! Don't you ever do that to me again! do you understand Souta?! I cant… I cant…”if they hadn't been surprised when she cursed, she suddenly started crying out of nowhere, pulling Souta to her. The boy didn't blush, not did he protest. He just hung his head and leaned into his sister. Souta understood what she was saying, he understood so much…he couldn't live without her either.

 

“Hate to ruin the moment,” Inuyasha said softly, and Kagome looked up like she had been put at gunpoint, “but uh…”

 

Seeing his sister blush, Souta took the opportunity to make her forget for a second. He tugged her sleeve, “they were so cool Kagome! I heard and had to come see! They rock!”

 

All the band members blushed, as well as Kagome. Inuyasha saw it was darker on one cheek, remembering the…disturbing episode today. His molten orbs hardened, and he crossed tense arms. His band members noticed the change immediately, and exchanged glances. Kagome noticed too, looking away and hustling her brother in the direction down the street. “Go Souta, get home. I have to make dinner.”

 

“Kagome.”

 

“I'd love to stay and chat Inuyasha, but I have to get home and make dinner before my step dad gets home—“

 

“Kagome.”

 

Her frame jumped, but followed her brother, “if you want to talk, I'm only a few houses away, the gray one. But I have to go!!”

 

“Kagome!” Inuyasha barked, dashing outside the garage as she hurried away, her brother looking back confused as he caught up with her. He watched frustrated as she flew up some stairs, quickly disappearing into a dull gray two story house. The band stayed quiet as he growled. She ran away from him. Again.

 

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Send The Below © Chevelle

 

Im composing a list of appropriate songs for the album they record, but there's one problem…I cant think of a name for the band…sigh…

 

If anyone has any ideas…let me know!! Now!! And thank you all for your reviews!!!