InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Finding You ❯ I DO Love Him, I Swear It... ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

Inuyasha sat in the tree, head in his hands. He groaned and leaned back against the limb. When had everything gone so wrong? Why hadn't Kagome just let him mark her in the first place? She had been so scared, so, so scared to see them all die. It didn't matter; the pain would have killed her in the end. He had to let her have what she wanted. He hadn't been able to save her…but he had never been able to tell her no, had he? No, and now he had to find a way to get her back, if he didn't, he wouldn't go on without her…not again.

His silver ears perked up when he heard soft voices and distant footsteps. The faint smell of rain and lilies mixed with salt reached his nose. He prepared to jump down before her when the pungent smell of wolf assaulted his senses. Kouga.

“I'm so sorry Kouga,” he heard Kagome whisper softly. He sighed and leaned back once more. If he went to her now she only resent him more. With a thoughtful frown he wondered if he was still invited to her party.

“What… what were you doing with him Kagome?” Kouga's voice filtered through the branches.

“He just took me to breakfast,” Kagome explained gently. She could sense that Kouga was on the edge and she chose her words carefully. “I was asleep and he showed up at my house, it was nothing.”

“Then, how come he knew were you lived?” the wolf insisted. “I don't like him taking you places, you're my girlfriend.”

“You can't control my life, Kouga,” Kagome snapped. “I mean, we were just having breakfast, I didn't even know he was coming.” She added in a soothing voice. Inuyasha growled to himself, why was she making excuses?

“I-“ Kouga stopped and sniffed the air. Kagome gave him a puzzled look.

“Kouga, did you just-“

“Hush!” Kouga ordered. “I smell him.”

“What?” Kagome asked, confused. “Smell who, Kouga, what are you talking about?” Kouga looked down at her and realized his mistake.

“Uh…nothing, tricked you.” He laughed. “You actually thought I smelt something.” He draped his arm across her shoulder. Up in his tree, Inuyasha was hard pressed not to jump down and slit his throat. Kagome looked unconvinced but laughed too.

“So does this mean that you're not mad?” She asked, leaning into him as they walked.

“Yeah,” Kouga gave her a smile. “I'm not mad at all. I always knew we were made for each other.” He laughed and looked up into the trees, mocking Inuyasha, daring him to act. Inuyasha dug his nails into his palms, the pain registering vaguely in the back of his mind. He watched, with smoldering amber eyes, as Kouga walked out of the park sharing small kisses and whispers with his mate.

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` I will never let you fall off.' The words echoed in Kagome's head as she sat in her math class staring at the open book on her table. The numbers swam in front of her head as she tried to concentrate. `Ugh…stupid, stupid, stupid!' Shaking her head, she picked up her pencil and idly began to doodle on her paper. Thoughts of the Saturday morning filtered through her mind and she groaned. What about him got under her skin? Was it his confidence? Or his unbelievable good looks? Or both?

“Time is up. Hand in your papers please.” The teacher at the front of the room said loudly. Kagome shot up and began scribbling down answers on her paper. The room grew quieter as the students shuffled out and the only noise left was the scratching of Kagome's pencil. “Mrs. Higurashi?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Kagome, said handing up her paper. The teacher looked at the nearly empty sheet and walked off, but not before giving the girl a severe, disapproving look. Kagome rolled her eyes at the irritated woman's back before pulling herself out of her seat. She slung her pink messenger bag over her shoulder and trudged miserably out of the room.

Kagome wandered down the hall and stopped at her locker, quickly putting in the combination. The metal door popped open and she stuffed her books onto the green shelf. Realizing that art was her next class, followed by lunch, Kagome brightened up considerably. Quickening her pace, she hurried down the hall, just managing to skip into class as the bell rang.

“Today, class,” the teacher, Mr. Kinokuki began. “You will have free art, you may do whatever you like, a drawing, a carving, oil pastels…” Kagome slipped into a stool and set her bag on the table. Free art was always her favorite, she loved being able to do whatever her heart told her, not what the teacher assigned.

A fresh sketchpad lay in her bag and with an air of anticipation she pulled it out. Delicate fingers pulled out a charcoal pencil and the lead began to dance across the page as she drew. The minutes flew by and Kagome did not look up from her paper. The picture began to form without her realizing it and when the teacher called for everyone to clean up, she was pleasantly surprised at what her reverie had brought her. It was a young woman; she sat under a cherry tree. Her face was tilted back in laughter, the merriness reflecting in her dark eyes. But Kagome could sense and see in her face, a sadness that ran deep, that would haunt her for the rest of her life. Though she didn't know why Kagome began to feel sad as well, taking in the woman's pain she absorbed it into herself. With a start she realized who she had drawn... it was Sango.

The same long straight hair and beautiful dark eyes. It was her best friend who she had known since kindergarten. Smiling fondly Kagome remembered that day.

A small little girl wearing pink overalls and with ebony hair pulled into uneven pigtails, stood, surrounded, by a circle of older kids.

“Baby! Baby!” they taunted. The little girls mouth puckered into an angry frown.

“I am not a baby!” she yelled shrilly. “You take that back you big meanie heads!” The children ignored her and began to run around her shrieking and laughing. The little girls eyes filled with tears, but she did not back down.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it!” she screamed. “You're being really mean!”

“Leave her alone!” A small figure wearing a pair of flowered leggings with a tear in the left knee pushed its way through the small crowd. “You go away you big bullies!” The older children laughed.

“And just what are you going to do if we don't?” They mocked. The little girl gave them a glare, right before charging towards them, kicking and screaming. She bit and punched with all that she could, her small little arms flailing about. The crowd fled the small fists, leaving the two girls alone.

“Hi! I'm Sango!” The girl said brightly sticking out her sticky little fingers for a handshake.

“I'm Kagome…thank you for saving me.” She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand before shaking Sango's. “Hey, do you want to be my bestfriend?”

Sango nodded eagerly. “Yeah! I don't have one of those. Pinky promise that we'll be bestest friends forever?” Kagome grinned and stuck out her short finger, locking it in Sango's and shaking her hand up and down vigorously…

“Ms. Higurashi? Class is over,” Mr. Kinokuki's voice rang vaguely in the back of Kagome's head.

“What? Oh, sorry Mr. Kinokuki. I was just thinking.” She smiled up at the teacher who was leaning over her sketch.

“This is very good Kagome, very good. Is this a friend of yours, I believe I've seen her before.”

“Well yes, and no.” Kagome explained. “I just kind of- drew it, but after a moment I realized it was actually my best friend Sango. Kind of weird isn't it?” She looked back down at the picture. “I know that we're supposed to turn in our work today, but would you mind if I kept this? I'd like it for my portfolio.”

Mr. Kinokuki smiled. “That's fine. Now run along, I'd like to eat my lunch as well alright?”

“Thank you.” Kagome grinned and tucked the picture carefully back into her bag. She hurried out of the room and down the hall to the lunchroom where Sango was waiting for her.

 

Inuyasha stared at Kagome unabashedly. She sat at a table surrounded by people. He watched as Sango leaned over and whispered something in Kagome's ear. Kagome threw her head back and laughed in earnest. Her eyes sparkled and her dark hair fell down her back like a waterfall of obsidian. Two tiny dimples in her cheeks caught his attention and he grinned…so reincarnates weren't completely the same. She turned her head and caught his eye, the wary look in her eyes immediately returning as she turned her back to him.

Inuyasha sighed and turned back to his tray. He stared dismally at the lumpy gray form that was supposed to be food. Rolling his eyes he stood and walked out of the cafeteria dumping his tray in the trashcan on the way out. The bell signaling that lunch was over rang and students began to pour into the hallway. With a sigh he made his way to homeroom.

 

“This week, class, we will be going on a trip,” Mrs. Bowen told the class in her American accent. “The school board has decided, as a reward for your outstanding mid-term scores, that a trip to the beach would be sufficient. We will be leaving early Monday morning and you will need to have your parents sign a permission form by that time. Mr. Taisho would you be so kind as to pass them out please?”

Inuyasha grumbled but pulled himself out of his chair and stalked over to the teacher's desk. Kagome bit her lip and tried her hardest not to stare at him. She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying her hardest to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as he threw the paper down in front of her. Carefully she peeked open an eye. Inuyasha had already moved down the line, not even bothering to say hi. Telling herself that it didn't really matter Kagome slumped down in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest.

“This is going to be awesome!” Sango exclaimed leaning over to talk to Kagome. “Kagome?” A concerned look passed over her face when her best friend did not answer. “Are you all right?”

Kagome gave her a tight smile. “Yeah Sango, I'm fine.”

Sango nodded but gave her a doubtful glance. She knew her best friend, and she knew that Kagome was not fine.

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“A whole week?” Mrs. Higurashi asked excitedly. “You'll be gone a whole week?” Kagome nodded, swallowing the sadness that welled up inside of her.

“Yeah mom,” she said quietly. “A whole week.”

“Oh sweetie, that's wonderful!” Mrs. Higurashi exclaimed as she finished dabbing foundation on her forehead. “Did you hear that hear that dear?” she called over her shoulder to her husband. “Kagome will be gone next week, on a school trip. We can go to that spa resort in Paris. I can't wait.” She sighed as though she was already in the bubbling hot tubs.

“That's great mom,” Kagome forced out, tears welling up in her eyes. She dashed the back of her hand across her eyes. “Will you just sign it?” Her brat mood came out as she tried to hide the sadness. “Hurry up.”

“Yes, yes dear,” Mrs. Higurashi sighed and scribbled her name on the paper before she turned back to her mirror. “Now go do your homework or something, your father and I are going out tonight, did you know?”

“Big surprise there,” Kagome grumbled as she stomped put of the room, not bothering to answer her mother. She slammed the large oak doors behind her and as soon as she heard them click shut she began to run. She ran to her room and flung herself on the bed tears pouring form her eyes like a waterfall.

“Why don't they want me?” she sobbed to herself. “Why don't they care?” Pulling a pillow over her head in a pathetic attempt to hide from her problems, Kagome cried herself to sleep.

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The sky was dark when the busses pulled up in front of the hotel. The only sound was waves crashing up on the beach. But the silence was soon broken by the shouts of students as they poured off the busses grabbing bags and coolers from the storage containers on the side of the bus.

“Night swim!” Someone yelled and a cheer echoed up into the night. The rowdy teenagers ran for the beach ignoring the indignant cry of the teachers.

“Aren't you coming?” Sango yelled at Kagome over the din.

“No,” Kagome yelled back from her seat on the bus. “I think I'll go to bed.” Sango gave her a strange look than shrugged and took off after her classmates.

“Night!” She yelled over her shoulder.

Kagome smiled and waved. “Night,” she whispered quietly.

“Talking to yourself Princess?” A voice rang in the back of her head and Kagome smothered a gasp.

“Don't talk to me,” she said standing up and grabbing her purse from the seat behind her. Turning on her heel she made her way down the aisle of the bus.

“Not talking to me?” Inuyasha's voice rang after her.

“Nope,” Kagome yelled back not bothering to turn around. A cool breeze blew back her hair as she walked around to the side of the bus, opening the door of the storage compartment. An extremely large and pink duffel bag lay inside.

“Damn,” Inuyasha whistled from behind her. “That thing is bigger than Poofy.”

“Shut up,” Kagome snapped. “And do not refer to my doggie as though you know him personally.” She grunted as she struggled to pull her bag out of the bus.

Inuyasha snorted and pushed her aside, easily picking up the bag. “I have to know your dog personally to talk about him?” He asked as her walked off, Kagome's bag slung over his shoulder.

“Yes!” Kagome called hurrying after him. “And put my bag down! I can carry it myself.”

“I don't think so.”

“I can!” She insisted forcefully. “Put it down.”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes put dumped her bag on the ground. “There.”

“You didn't have to dump it.” Kagome snapped at him.

“I don't even get a thanks?”

“I didn't ask you to do anything,” Kagome grunted as she struggled to pick up the bag. “That was purely voluntary. There!” She exclaimed triumphantly as she successfully lifted her bag off of the ground. “I told…you…so.” She panted, making her way slowly but surely up the sidewalk.

Inuyasha grinned and followed behind her. “Wow, you're really strong,” he told her sarcastically.

Kagome stopped and set the bag down, breathing heavily. “I know,” She panted. “Aren't- you going…to get your stuff?” She threw a pointed look at the bus.

“In a minute.” Inuyasha shrugged his shoulders before running over and yanking up Kagome's bag.

“Hey!” She yelled running after him. “Give it back.”

“No,” Inuyasha told her. “Now you mine as well tell me what room you're in because I'm not giving it back.”

Kagome glared at him and sighed loudly. “212,” she relented. “But I'm taking the bag back out to the bus myself!”

Inuyasha grinned back at her. “Sure you are.” Kagome gave him another irritated glance before stomping angrily after him.

“Room key?” Inuyasha questioned dumping Kagome's bag in front of the wood door. Kagome held the card in question up in her fingers. Inuyasha reached for it.

“Ah, ah.” Kagome chided. “I can take the bag in the room myself, you are not going in my room.” She leaned in front of him and precariously balanced on foot as she reached forward, trying to avoid stepping on her bag. Leaning on the door, she swiped the card.

“Whoa!” she yelled closing her eyes, preparing for the impact that was sure to come. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her and she turned her head to find herself staring into pools of molten amber. `I'll never let you fall.' The words rang through her head and her breath caught in her throat.

“You… you need- need to…” To no avail she tried to speak. Her world was spinning out of control and she couldn't stop it. `Kouga…' The name rang vaguely in the back of her head.

“I…Kouga!” Kagome spit out. “Kouga,” she repeated firmly, pulling herself from Inuyasha's arms. “I- Kouga is my boyfriend.” She told Inuyasha slowly. “I love him, I do!”

“Well don't tell me that,” Inuyasha told her crossing his arms over his chest.

“What?” Kagome asked. “Why? I do lo-“

“Because,” Inuyasha told her simply. “I'm not the one who needs convincing. That said he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hallway.

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Disclaimer: Inuyasha, Kagome, etc. do not belong to me. They are not mine.

However this plot is mine and any characters that are not from the TV show or the manga are mine.

Any one or thing that is related to a real life situation or person are not intended as such.

 

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