InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ From Klutz To Supermodel... ❯ Confessions Of The Heart ( Chapter 4 )

Ha!!! The story is finally taking a brand new twist, ei???? It's making its way out of the shadows of my original story line… and if last chapter was a new thing… there's lots more room for even some more amazing ones!!!!

 

 

 

I was still a little light-headed when I woke up the following day… the happenings and events of the last day seem to flash back to my head. Kikyo deliberately tripping me at mathematics class, pouring pudding on my brand-new shoes, eight graders making fun of me at the cafeteria, and lots more that happened before that. Isn't that just too much for just one girl to handle???

 

 

 

And one thing more, because of Yash surprise announcement, I wasn't able to sleep well last night. You can't imagine how much tossing and turning I've done before my body succumb to fatigue and my eyes tired. And up to now, I still can't figure it out.

 

 

 

Well, maybe it's a shopping spree! I thought. Or… or maybe it's a new bicycle for me to ride on to school… or a car… maybe a pet, much like a dog or a cat… and even a fish in a large aquarium! Those were examples of thoughts I've had all through the night.

 

 

 

I glance over at the tall grandfather clock at the on the left side of the wall. Seven in the morning. It was only seven.

 

 

 

“Aaaaaaagh!” I shouted. Hard and loud. Too loud I'm afraid I have woke up the whole neighbourhood. But waking up the whole neighbourhood won't be enough to wipe away all the tears I've shed, and for me to just forget everything Kikyo has done to ruin my life.

 

 

 

I'm frustrated, angry and most of all, I'm so tired. Tired of being treated like dirt. Like I can't feel anything, that they have all the right to make fun of me… to always make me look bad and stupid.

 

 

 

I jumped out of the bed and my legs got tangled up with the covers which made me nearly kiss the bedroom floor. A great way to start the day--- with a typical Kagome klutz move.

“Agh! Now I believe that they really do have the right to make fun of me!!!” I shouted.

 

 

 

But then again, this question has always crossed my mind… why does Kikyo always make fun of me? Ok… I know I'm a klutz, but not the klutz-est klutz! There was a guy in my history class, Rick Stevenson, which is much like me… a klutz! But he is way worse than me… he is also somewhat an idiot! And that taking it softly. You see, there was a time when the “Muthus Club”, a club of mean boys and girls who loves to play pranks on students, made a pledge prank. They dared each member to play a prank on every known klutz in the school, and surely, Rick was chosen. He was at the cafeteria ordering a vanilla ice cream with whipped cream. When his ice cream was served, one of the Muthus member talked with him to somewhat distract him while another Muthus member exchanged his whipped cream with shaving cream!!! And he didn't even notice the difference!

 

 

Then a concerned student walked up to him and told him what he was actually eating. Instead of getting angry and standing up for himself, he laughed and then buried his face in the shaving cream-ice cream!!! A total klutz (crossover idiot) move! So, if there's someone like him in the school, why make fun of me? Right? So there simply got to be an answer! And I have to find out soon… cause it's the only way I could stop Kikyo from ruining my entire school life!

 

 

 

“Good thing it is Saturday!” I said. If it were a school day, I don't know what I'll do the moment I see Kikyo's shadow lurking in the locker rooms in the hallways!

 

 

 

I showered, got dressed and hurried towards the dining room. Yash is probably there, I thought. When I reached the end of the stairway towards the dining room, I saw Mr. Pompfrey standing there smiling at me, together with some of the maids who were dusting some invisible dust in the family portraits.

 

 

 

“Hi, Mr. Pompfrey! Nice day, isn't it?” I said warmly.

 

 

“Yes, yes. A very nice day it is.” Mr. Pompfrey replied softly. “Did you have a good sleep, Miss Kagome?”

 

 

“Yes I did.” I said, trying to hide that my sleep isn't really that good. “The beds are nice, and so are the sheets. Thanks.”

 

 

“The pleasure is ours.” Mr. Pompfrey said, partly bowing. “Will you like to have your breakfast served now?”

 

 

“Yeah, I'm starving!” I chuckled.

 

 

“Kaia!” Mr. Pompfrey called out. “Serve the breakfast… pronto!”

 

 

Then I give the whole dining room a glance. There was something missing. Inu-Yasha! Inu-Yasha isn't there!

 

 

 

“Uh.. where's Inu-Yasha?” I asked. The maids looked at each other. One walked forward.

 

 

“My name is Ana, mistress.” She said, bowing in curtsey. “Master Inu-Yasha is still sleeping. Should I wake him up?”

 

 

“No!” I said. “I'll do that. He's room is in the west wing, right?”

 

 

Mr. Pompfrey laughed. “Yes, his room is there. Just remember, don't touch his shoulders if you don't want to be in the hospital for a month… maybe just two weeks or so.”

 

 

“Oh… you're joking, right?” I said, quite unsure.

 

 

Mr. Pompfrey laughed. “No.”

 

 

 

Well, I just walked up the stairs towards Inu-Yasha's room. I've never really been inside it, or simply see it for that matter so I guess it'll be hard to find it, keeping in mind the many other rooms in the west wing. But when I saw a huge, black door at the end of the left corner, I know I couldn't miss it. That was his room.

 

 

 

I pushed the door but it was heavy for a normal bedroom door. I tried pushing harder and it started to give in. finally I was able to open it at least halfway. I walked inside softly, not wanting to break anything.

 

 

The interior of his room is really unique and exquisite. It looks like a sort of old and ruined castles—because of its unique and fine antiques. I walked quietly across the small aisle, towards his bed. Then I finally saw his bed, together with a figure that is slightly tilted sideward, most probably sleeping. I felt my heart pumping faster than usual. I'm getting slightly frozen in my position now. I tried to walk towards him and I move away the curtains that lies at the side of his bed.

 

 

 

Then, I finally saw him. He was a little curled up, like a ball—no like a kitten or something. His face looked more beautiful when he's asleep. The contour of his face was like no other. And his lips--- those perfect lips of his. I try to keep myself from doing it, but my body won't listen to my mind. I leaned forward, so absorbed by his kissable lips. And fortunately, he turned causing me to slightly jump backwards and fall. And because of the surprise I felt, I was able to stop myself from kissing him.

 

 

 

Then I remembered why I was actually there--- to wake him up. I don't know how to do it or how he will react to why I am in his room, but I've got to--- if I want to know what his surprise was! Yes, the surprise! Finally I'll know what it is. So I reached out my hand onto his shoulders.

 

 

“Here goes nothing!” I said.