InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ First Love is Beautiful, Second Love is Eternal (re-upload) ❯ Cheating Boyfriends and... Towels?! ( Chapter 1 )

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As a sensible teenager of sixteen, Kagome Higurashi never really cared for soap operas. She'd seen quite a few on television: tear-jerkers, hospital shows with PMS-ing doctors, and even a few foreigns with sub-titles. But no matter what language they were in, the soap operas always seemed distant and farther from emotional than they should have been.

 

Unfortunately for Kagome, though, her life was one big sopping wet, over-cheesed, crappily acted soap opera.

 

She had always thought Hojo was a... nice boy. Regrettably, that was the only thing he had going for him. His looks were average at best: his eyes a little too close together, nose was flatter than the ordinary person's, mouth unremarkable, and, to top it off, a scraggly mop of earthworm-colored hair. He was smart, she would give him that, always in the top fifty at school. His manners were decent enough, yet Kagome felt that she was never permitted to be herself around him. It was always, "Kagome, you should wear this," or, "Kagome, how about we see this movie instead?". And, like the polite girl she was raised to be, the girl would oblige without a word.

 

But it was when Hojo started seeing another girl behind her back that Kagome had had the last straw. Upon stopping at Hojo's house to drop something off, only to find the two of them in bed together ('With no clothes on', she would add while recounting the story to her mother), her reaction was not expected for either Hojo nor the naked slut Mizumi. Silently, with no expression at all on her face, Kagome shuffled up to the bed, tucked the ratty old bed sheets in around Mizumi's more intimate parts, ambled over to Hojo's side of the bed, and rested one of her brand new Guccini stilettos upon his family jewels. By applying the slightest amount of pressure, she was able to make sure he would never have kids again.

 

With that, Kagome flashed her most dazzling smile at Hojo and Mizumi as if posing for a picture.

 

"So long, fuckers," she muttered under her breath, raising a familiar finger behind her head as she reached for the door handle.

 

Now, hours later, Kagome sat on her bed in her room with the door locked, hugging her knees and praying she did not just do that. Another lawsuit was just was the Higurashi family needed.

 

Come to think of it, she wasn't that torn up over Hojo's deception. In fact, she must have been expecting it at least a little. Her boyfriend had been giving out mixed signals recently: unreturned phone calls, excuses for missed dates, staring off into space a lot. The phone calls that were returned were mostly one-sided conversations mainly carried by Kagome. While she was talking, she always thought she heard a woman's wild, drunken laughter in the background. After that, Hojo would consistently say, "Can I call you back, Kags?"

 

He never did.

 

Up until now, Kagome thought that the laughter belonged to a cousin or a sister he never told her about. One that would publicly have orgasms so loud that you could hear it over the phone. One that had a boyfriend whose voice sounded rather similar to Hojo's. One that might even have the same name screamed out during those wild orgasms of that distant cousin.

 

She realized now that she had been a fool for telling herself all these lies, for trying to convince herself that everything would be okay and that Hojo still *maybe* loved her.

 

Great. Now who would pay for all her chai lattes at Starbucks?

 

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Across Tokyo in a dingy hospital waiting room with crappy florescent lighting, Inuyasha's back hurt like hell.

 

Spending five hours in a waiting room wasn't exactly his idea of fun. The models in the Quiet Resting Funeral Home magazine looked more alive than him, for starters. After six cups of lukewarm coffee from the dispenser in the lobby, he was just starting to look passable for a homo sapiens. Inuyasha didn't have to look in a mirror to know how bad he looked. He knew that his eyes were red around the rims, his hair was messy and unwashed, and, worst of all, he was still in the skimpy towel he had been wearing when the accident occurred.

 

He could still feel the steam from the recently vacated shower as if it were only yesterday. He glanced at his watch.

 

1:17 AM.

 

It WAS yesterday.

 

After stepping out of the shower and draping a towel loosely around his waist, he had been inspecting his chest and hoping for another hair to accompany the loner near the vale between his pecs when he heard a distant crash coming from his sister's room.

 

Attempting to tie the towel a little more tightly around his hips, he was prepared to give Chihiro a telling off for disrupting his 'beauty time' when he encountered said sister lying face down on the floor of her room.

 

At first, he thought she was playing one of her sadistic games with him.

 

"Chihiro, wake up. It's not funny."

 

When she didn't respond, he began to shake her until her head lolled around like a soft bowling ball. Inuyasha, like any good brother, was getting worried.

 

Finally, he resorted to calling an ambulance. He dialed the familiar number with shaking hands and a hammering heart. The bored-sounding operator picked up on the first ring.

 

"Hello, Emergency Services. How may I help you? Would you like to request an ambulance, a fire truck, or a police official?"

 

"Ambulance, please." he croaked.

 

"Can you speak up, sir?" the lady droned.

 

Inuyasha suddenly found himself without the ability to speak.

 

The operator sighed on the other end. "If this is a prank call..."

 

"It's not!" he protested. "I would like to request an ambulance! Now, please, if it's not too much trouble for your lazy ass!" Realizing his tone, he lowered his voice. "Please. I think my sister is dying."

 

The operator, assuming she was dealing with a crazy, replied, "I can send other services if you'd like, young man. There's a very nice doctor that I know who could help you."

 

"Fuck you!" he spat into the phone before slamming it back down on the receiver.

 

With a grunt, he bent over and picked Chihiro up, careful to keep one hand on his towel.

 

"To get something done right, you have to do it yourself." he groaned under Chihiro's weight.

 

He just hoped the towel would stay in place for the three mile sprint to the hospital.