InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Gorenk Grunge ❯ Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4- “Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow”

 

Kagome was breathing heavily, because of both disbelief and the fact she just ran up Sango's driveway. She wanted to laugh, she wanted to cry, she wanted to know why, why not, and why she was so confused. Therefore, she did. She wanted everything. So she did, she laughed, she cried, she asked, she knew…

It all came out a scream. Sango dropped the shirt she was examining and ran to her. She looked her up and down, and, for lack of obvious injury, asked what was wrong. Sango sat her down on a sofa, and sat on the coffee table herself. Through her tears and laughter, she told Sango her story. Sango didn't know what to do either. She laughed.

“Wow. That just. Wow. That sounds like Yashi, everything on impulse, instinct, but… that doesn't sound like Yashi. It's… insane… mind-blowing really. I mean, Miroku, yah, perv, maybe, but Yashi?” Kagome sniffed.

“I was saving that. For the right person.”

“What?”

“The kiss! My kiss! The one I keep at the corner of my mouth, my first kiss! You should understand. He stole it.” Sango stopped laughing.

“I'm sorry. I think I know how you feeling, in a weird empathy sort of way.”

“Well, there's only one solution.”

“Please, please, please don't shun us. Ok, shun them, but not me!”

“I won't shun you. Yasha stole my kiss. That means he has to be the right person. I'm going to make him into the right person.” Sango looked up at her.

“Are you serious?” she asked skeptically. Kagome nodded in resolve. Sango smiled. “Then let's do this.”

 

=^-^= Buyo! =^-^=

 

Miroku pulled up into the parking lot of the mall. He couldn't stop laughing. More than once he almost had to pull over so he wouldn't literally die laughing. Inuyasha was not amused.

“Wait… wait, hold on… this is too good. So, you said cherry blossoms on what?” he said through scattered chuckles. Inuyasha glared.

“Shut up. If you ever want to speak again, shut up.”

“Okay, ok, ok. But really…what happened?”

“I don't know, man. I just don't know.”

“Well, here's your stop, your stuff is in the back,” Miroku said as Inuyasha climbed out the car. He watched as Inuyasha pulled his backpack out of the back of the truck and lifted up a duffel bag unsurely. Miroku nodded, rolling down the window.

“That's it man,” he said and Inuyasha jumped off the back of the truck. “Oh, and Yasha,” he added, “It's gonna take a lot more than a song to fix that.” Inuyasha half sighed under his breath and began to walk away before stopping and turning around.

“Oh the shore, man. Cherry blossoms on the shore.” He flung the duffel bag over his shoulder as he paced away.

“Hey! Careful with that! I spent weeks on it; it's like a child to me! I'm not giving my baby to a lunatic!” Miroku yelled and he put the truck in reverse, shaking his head. “Cherry blossoms on the shore…”

 

=^-^= Buyo! =^-^=

 

It was late when Kagome had gotten home. She had tried on all of her outfits, all of Sango's outfits, and everyone in between. Seeing as she had to walk home, she had only taken one with her, shoving it in her backpack between her math book and her binder. She could have skateboarded, but she felt like a quick stroll just might be the thing for her that night. She was almost home and almost happy. Sango and she had had a great time, trying on anything and everything. They did every possible combination of makeup and Sango had gone so far as to even out Kagome new hairstyle. She was proud of her new image, and ready to face the world with it. She wondered what other people would think of it, but didn't care if they thought a thing. Only one person's opinion would matter.

Hers.

Sango and he had talked about a million things, from guys, to school, to things she felt no one else could ever have the right to know. They had taken an oath never to reveal all that happened that night. Some secrets are meant to be kept that way.

 

=^-^= Buyo! =^-^=

 

Sango waited impatiently outside her front down. She was practically jumping up and down with excitement. She was wearing the clothes Kagome and she had picked out the night before, with makeup done to match. Her long hair was up in pigtails and she clutched her black backpack in front of her. It was the first day she wore anything other than black or red, and she wanted to see what Miroku would say. Kagome said the light pink brought out her rosy cheeks, but Sango wasn't too comfortable with the pink sweater, even if she was wearing her trusty black jeans with chains.

When Miroku saw her, he pulled hesitantly into the driveway. He stepped out of the car and looked her up and down. She frowned at his silence, but soon he smiled a wicked grin.

“Is that you Sango?” he asked. She blushed and nodded, not knowing how to respond. She laughed aloud. “Even I could hardly tell! I haven't seen you like this in… ever. It's… different.” Sango frowned again. Different was not the response she was going for. She brushed past him and sat in the passenger's side of the truck.

“We going or not?”

 

=^-^= Buyo! =^-^=

 

Kagome was running around the house like wild. Late again? She felt so stupid. Every morning it was the same thing, alarm clock, Souta, no food, no bus, no homework. You'd think she would've caught on, but no…

She had woken up early, or rather, she didn't sleep. She was so anxious to see Miroku, Sango, and Inuyasha today… well, not so much the last one. What was she supposed to say to him? She did want to see a reaction, however. Something big.

She couldn't sleep. She stayed up all night playing with her cat, and then started to practice her makeup for the next day. All that extra time and she still had no time to spare. Maybe she shouldn't have taken so long a shower…

She hurled her bag over her shoulder and ran outside quick enough to see her bus turn the corner, with those two stupid kids again. What jerks.

She was beginning her walk to school when Miroku's truck pulled up next to her. Sango stuck her head out the window.

“Need a ride, love?” she said as the wind blew through her hair. Her long black pigtails flowing wildly in the wind vaguely reminded Kagome of some sort of twin black flags.

“Arrh.” she said, nodding; now thinking of pirates. Sango took this as a typical response and opened the door for her. Kagome hesitated.

“Haven't seen Yash all day,” Miroku said, “But at least we know today won't be boring.” Sango punched his arm defensively.

“Shut up,” she muttered under her breathe.

“I don't mind... much,” Kagome said, shaking her fist jokingly. She climbed into the back seat of the truck and crashed. “I'm so beyond tired!” she complained, “I got no sleep at all.”

“And why's that, Gome?” Miroku inquired, smirking.

“Oh shut up. I was thinking. `Bout stuff. Ok? Happy?” she explained cynically.

“Wanna vague that up for me?” Miroku offered.

“No matter,” Sango began, staring out the window, “Because it looks like some unfinished business about stuff is about to come back for the thinking.” Miroku slowed the truck to a crawl as they rolled silently beside Inuyasha. He had a black hoodie on, the hood covering his eyes. After a minute of indifference, both sides stopped, and Sango rolled down the window once again.

“Oi. Hop in.” she half-shouted. Inuyasha turned his head, his eyes glaring demonically under his hood. He opened his mouth as though about to say something, but changed his mind and keep walking. The forelocks of his hair hung gloomy in front of his face. Miroku grew impatient, slamming on the accelerator and then the break in a quick sentence

“Do you enjoy being a cocky dumbass or can you just not help it?! Get in the fucking car!” Miroku blurted out the window. Inuyasha stopped and turned his head again before preceding to walk away. Sango grabbed the back of his hood, but to yell, but instead let out a gasp.

Kagome stared in disbelief. Inuyasha's forelocks were as usual there, but the rest of his hair was cropped short and spiked. The truck was dead silent.

“... WTF, mate?” Miroku finally broke the silence. Inuyasha glared, before he kept walking. Miroku turned off the ignition, yanked the keys out, and irritably walked out the truck, slamming the door.

“Inuyasha, you're acting pretty damn pissy right now. Are you going to be a man and apologize for being a jack ass to Kagome now, or are you just gonna sulk to school alone?” Inuyasha seemed to pause and think for a moment before returned to being himself with a sly smirk.

“Why stop now? I've gotten so good at it,” he responded, pouting, before continuing his long stroll to school, holding up a peace sign as he walked away for the dumbfounded truck of girls. Miroku remained stunned for a second, but soon snapped back to himself and returned to the truck.

“What...” Sango began, “was that?” Miroku shrugged.

“Well, apparently he's either gone completely insane,” Miroku explained logically, “or he's got one hell of a plan.”

“What are you putting your money on?” Sango asked, amused.

“I'm not quite sure myself, but I'm leaning towards a little of both.”

 

=^-^= Buyo! =^-^=

 

Kagome felt utterly ignored. Inuyasha hadn't even spoken to her, and Miroku and Sango didn't help, sitting there in the front seat speaking of the whole thing as if she wasn't there. She had a million things running through her mind. She was so full of emotion, she felt like spazzing out, and would have if not for the fact she reminded herself of a cat on crack whenever she did so.

This morning she had felt prepared, like she had a plan, and knew exactly where she was going in life, but now... Now, after she had seen him... she broke down. It wasn't his silence, or even his hair, but the fact that he was there that stunned her. The fact that yesterday was real, that her whole life had changed just like a snap of the fingers. She had been sitting in a daze the whole time in the truck, and spent so much time staring at herself in disbelief this morning.

But it was real. And she was glad. In a matter of a day, she had three best friends, her first kiss, and countless days of detention. She was somewhat content... to an extent.

She wanted to know what was going inside Inuyasha's head. Everything about him seemed confusing, real, yet intangible. She needed to know the truth.

 

=^-^= Buyo! =^-^=

 

Kagome and Sango sat cross-legged on the floor. They had been discussing the matter of Inuyasha.

“He's so secretive,” Kagome said wistfully, “I mean, sure, I've only known him since, well, today, but really I know nothing about him! He's just the mysterious silver haired goth boy with a vendetta against Kouga, and by the way, what's up with that too? I mean really, they're both nice and I don't understa-” Sango slapped her hand over Kagome's mouth.

“Breathe, Gome, breathe,” she said with an amused smirk. She removed her hand, and Kagome simpered.

“I just... I want to know. I feel like I need to know... I feel like this, well, he involves me. His life. Like, this whole meeting was an elaborate scheme in life, a, a, a predestined thing, you know?”

“I know what you mean, I think, and, well, it's the ubersuck I can't explain this.. all of this, right now. You know, though, if you stick with us, you're bound to find... some answers. Maybe some you're not even looking for. Well, the point is, you'll know, see, understand, everything! But... later.” Kagome nodded in resolve.

“Well, I guess I'm going to have to stick around until later shows up then.”

 

=^-^= Buyo! =^-^=

 

Kagome was jolted back to reality when the trunk slammed to a halt in the school parking lot. It wasn't the abrupt stop that had taken her out of her trance-like state, but rather Sango screaming.

“What the HELL are you doing?! You don't try to do donuts in a frickin' TOYOTA!” Miroku just laughed.

“I had to wake you guys up somehow! Class starts in ten minutes!”

“Wait...” Kagome said, still shaking herself out of it, “Second or third period?” Miroku and Sango both turned to stare at her.

“Um, first?” they said in unison, both cocking an eyebrow. Kagome's jaw dropped.

“I'm... I'm... on time?!” she said elatedly, a metaphorical choir of cherubs in the background.

“Um, yay?” Sango cheered questionably.

“Very yay,” Kagome answered.

“Okay then. w00t.” Miroku said nodding. He smiled and helped the ladies out of the truck. “Watch your step,” he warned.

As Kagome climbed out of the back seat and flung her backpack over her shoulder, a small slip of paper fell out.

 

50th Annual School Talent Show, Sunday at 4