InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Guardian Angel ❯ Something about you ( Chapter 3 )

Guardian Angel

 

Chapter 3: Something about you

 

Vixen-Virus

 

Rating: T

 

Genre: Romance/Mystery.

 

Summary: A story of the supernatural. A young woman who quit believing in love and a young man that would make her believe again, united after an untimely death. Tell me; have you ever dance with a ghost? InuXKag. One-shot turned story.

 

Dedication: ObsessedInuyashaFan.

 

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Guardian Angel

 

“Kagome?”

 

“Koga?”

 

Wide blue eyes stared at each other in shock. Kagome felt her heart do a double flip and her insides start to slowly lurch within her as she stood, hand on her cup still looking at him. He looked back at her with a soft smile and Kagome felt the urge to punch him in the face come on.

 

“Hey…” He whispered. She narrowed blue eyes.

 

“Hey. Mind moving your hand?” He quickly retracted his hand from hers and she pulled her cup into her hands.

 

They stood, awkwardly staring at each other for a few minutes. He remembered the sweet girl who had practically worshiped the very ground he walked on, yet staring back into her eyes, he knew she was different.

 

She was pretty though, still. She always had a charm about her. She was so innocent and pure, but she had determination and a fire that wouldn't be put out. He had never seen her angry with him, not in his entire life…except for the day she had walked out on him.

 

He had been fooling around with his neighbour, a spunky red head, Ayame for the last few months of their relationship. Kagome was a sweet girl, with a kind heart but he had been tempted by the wild party girl next door.

 

“How've you been?” He asked, trying to get her to relax, though he noticed that one of her hands balled into fists as she smiled, forcefully.

 

“I'm fine. You?” He shrugged his shoulders, talking a bit about everything. Kagome noticed, from someone else's point of view, he was handsome, with a charming smirk and ice blue eyes, that contrasted greatly against his black hair that was tied into a high pony tail. But to her?

 

He was disgusting.

 

She had seen his true side, the side that took her heart, swore he'd protect it and that shattered it. She had seen him for what he was. Scum.

 

“It's good seeing you again.” He smiled. She remembered being captivated by that smile, being drawn in and pulled so far down she couldn't see the surface.

 

“Yeah. Bye.” Kagome gave a wave and started turning. She saw Sango turned in shock to see Koga, but gave her a look telling her to stay back and not say a word. As she was about to walk away, a hand darted out to hold her wrist. She whipped around and pulled back her hand like it burned to be touched by him, and in a way, it did.

 

He was a sinner, a man born from the flames of hell.

 

“What?”

 

“I was wondering…maybe we could go out sometime, you know, so I can apologize…” She would have laughed if she wasn't so shocked. It had been nearly a year since he shattered her. He had never made a move to apologize before.

 

“No. I don't want your apology Koga. I want you out of my life.” She had never been a girl to stay down, if she was going to fight, she would fight with everything she had.

 

She watched the expression of shock on his face melt into anger. He snarled slightly, baring his teeth at her as his eyes narrowed.

 

“Whatever Kagome. I was just trying to be nice.” He turned to leave, but not before hearing Kagome's voice,

 

“You should have thought about that before you got on top of Ayame.” And then he bolted out quicker then lightning. Kagome didn't say anything as she went to Sango and made a point of starting to leave.

 

“Kagome…let's talk…” She stated as they closed the door to their apartment. Kagome hadn't said a single word after the whole fiasco with Koga back at the coffee shop. With a shake of her head, Kagome ran to her room, shutting it closed for the millionth time within the week and ran to her bed, flopping down to cry her eyes out.

 

Somewhere in her pity fest, Kagome had felt arms holding her tight, and then she drifted off into a deep slumber.

 

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Hours later, nearly midnight, Kagome woke up with a groan, turning to look at the time she sighed and shut her eyes. She had wasted the whole day crying about a guy who wasn't worth her tears.

 

“I should never have given my heart to him…” She whispered, snuggling back into the body that held her. She froze. Body? Blue eyes darted up to stare back into gold ones.

 

“Geez!” Kagome squealed and was about to bolt out of the room when she was pulled back into a strong chest, muscular arms wrapping around her body and bringing her close.

 

“Kagome, really, I think you're going to have to get used to this. I don't care what you think, but somehow I'm here. Just accept it already.” An annoyed voice lectured. Get used to it? How do you get used to some…would you call him a ghost? Alright.

 

How do you get used to some ghost popping out of no where when you least expect it?

 

“H-How! I'm going insane. That's all there is to this. I'm insane!” She whispered in a squeal. She had turned away from him, moving to get out of the bed before pacing at the foot of her bed impatiently.

 

“I'm crazy. Did I hit my head? I must have. But how did I forget I hit my head?” She murmured to herself. She paced again and again before resolving to ignore his presence. She looked directly at him and then shook her head, going to the living room for a drink. She felt his presence near her; saw him following her but continued to pretend he didn't exist.

 

She was ignoring him, wasn't she? Pfft, good luck.

 

He sat on the counter as she took a sip of water. After trying to talk a few times and getting silence as an answer he finally grumbled and hopped off the counter, pulling her to him, by her hips and pressing their bodies close, he leaned in, his lips just a brush away from hers.

 

She had frozen immediately, her cheeks flushing bright red as she looked into his eyes. He smirked into hers.

 

She couldn't ignore him.

 

“If you don't talk to me soon, I'll keep doing this.” He whispered, leaning in and brushing his lips against her cheek. The cool touch of his lips to her skin caused her to shiver and before she knew it she had finally spoken.

 

“Stop!” She squeaked out and pushed him back. A pang of hurt sounded in his heart as he let her go. Of course she wouldn't want to be held by him.

 

He was dead, after all.

 

“Sorry…” He whispered before backing up a bit. She frowned at the look in his eyes and found herself stepping toward him. It wasn't that she didn't want to…

 

Wait, what? Hold the phone! She didn't. No way, no how. She was not attracted to him. Not at all.

 

“No…I just…it's a lot to take in.” She gave him a soft smile, and enjoyed that his eyes softened at her. His lips curved into a hesitant smile and she found herself smiling back, just as hesitantly.

 

What was this? Why was this stranger, this man she had never seen in her life, suddenly making her want to help. He pulled at her heart strings when she thought they had all been cut. His smile did something to her, made her feel weak, vulnerable…but in a good way.

 

Like being weak was okay in front of him, because he'd do everything in his power to save her.

 

He'd protect her.

 

And that scared her more then seeing a dead man before her. The trust she felt for him was over powering. Like she could give him her life and he'd take care of it. She couldn't understand it. Never, in her life, had she felt such unconditional trust. She felt comfortable around him.

 

And she had only met him three times.

 

They stared at each other apprehensively before Kagome finally relaxed and sighed, walking towards her bedroom, knowing he'd follow her. Opening the door and leaving it opened she flopped back onto her bed and waited until he came in.

 

“Close the door?” He nodded his head, pushing it closed behind him before standing by it. He looked around the room, noticing the light green paint and the pictures that hung around it.

 

There was a small night table with an alarm clock and a vanity mirror on the other side of the wall from across the bed. Kagome sat there, leaning against the head board, playing with a few strands of her hair.

 

Awkward silence consumed them again.

 

He didn't move as he watched her and she tried not to move as she noticed him there, watching her. The minutes ticked away before he finally gave a frustrated sigh and walked towards the bed, sitting at the end of it and looking at the girl before him.

 

Something about her. Something about her called to him and it frustrated him to no end that he didn't know what it was. Why did she matter so much? Was it because she could see him? But why could she see him? What was so special about this girl?

 

She was average, from what he could tell. But she was pretty. She had a delicate look, soft tan skin, a petite figure with slender features. Her lips usually held a smile, her eyes bright and shining blue. Sure, she was charming, but he had seen his fair share of charming before. So why her?

 

“Who did you give your heart to…?” He asked suddenly, remembering hearing her whisper it in the dead of the night.

 

Something about knowing she had loved someone gave him an uneasy feeling. A feeling of dread and a feeling of jealousy. But she wasn't his to be jealous over, she wasn't his to worry over and yet he was.

 

There was just something about her.

 

She had gone still when he had asked her and before she could really say much, her throat had closed painfully and tears had slipped out. She sat up, wiping at her eyes and trying to keep quiet as he frowned, moving to hold her again.

 

“I-I'm sorry…” She whispered as she started blubbering, crying into his chest, she wrapped her arms around him tightly. Something about him made her open up, and though she was angry that she kept crying in front of him, his presence eased the suffering her heart had endured.

 

He laid his cheek against the top of her head as she quietly cried into his shoulder, holding onto him like he was her lifeline. What was it about him? This open trust scared the living daylights out of her but at the same time, as he stroked her back and ran a hand through her hair she felt so safe, so utterly protected.

 

When had she felt this safe in someone's arms? She couldn't remember, the soothing kiss planted to her temple caught her off guard and soon she found her lips moving of their own accord.

 

“He…Koga. I loved him, you know? I loved him a lot…but he didn't love me back, I guess. I found him sleeping with his neighbour.” She plainly stated, her voice coming out even though her tears came out more furiously.

 

He tightened his arms around her body and whispered soft reassurances in her ear.

 

What fool would let go of Kagome when he had her? Was this guy mentally challenged? She started stammering out about how hurt she had been, how much pain she had felt when she saw him in bed with the red head.

 

He felt her sob when she mentioned the time she put into their relationship, the trust she had given him and the love she had poured out for him.

 

“A-And I know I'm not the prettiest but I mean…why would you do something like that?” She whispered and sniffled. Somewhere along her story she had stopped crying, focusing on the hand that stroked her back.

 

“First off, you are pretty. Second…he's just a giant douche.” She felt herself laughing at his logic. When he put it in its simplest forms, he was right. Koga had just been an immature boy with no intention of love. He had played her and she had allowed herself to be played.

 

“Look at it this way though, are you happy? Right now, I mean.” She thought for a moment before nodding her head. She had a great life with great friends and family and was on her way to starting her first year of college.

 

“Then screw him. He doesn't matter anymore.” And just like that, he managed to close the crack in her heart she thought was permanent. His simple words had made her see something she had been missing. What did Koga matter if she was happy with her life? Pulling back and looking into his gold eyes she gave a genuine smile.

 

“Thank you…” She watched as his face flushed smiled and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

 

“Yeah, whatever…”

 

They sat that way all night. Not speaking many words, but content with the way things were. Kagome had accepted that, if she had gone insane, she was fine with it. He had finally taken away the pain she had held in her heart and she was grateful.

 

If being insane meant being happy, she would gladly take it.

 

The night started giving way and Kagome felt herself falling asleep against her mysterious savoir. He smiled and kissed her temple again, letting her lie down, he pulled the covers over her as he sat on the bed, watching her slowly drift into sleep.

 

“Thanks…” She whispered tiredly before shutting her eyes and falling asleep.

 

Whatever it was, there was something about him that made her feel safe, and she was glad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N: Had to update ASAP. I think you all waited long enough…Lol. Sorry the chapters are so short…I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this story, so bare with me. I usually plan what's going on before I start a chapter story, but this was a one-shot that blossomed into one, so I'm having trouble figuring out what to do…sorry!

 

As well, am I moving too fast? Like, is the pace too fast? I feel like it is, I'm trying to slow it down but it's super hard…

 

And by the way! I'll be changing the series name next chapter to Guardian Angel. Since The Haunted Dance only made sense when it was a once-shot…Lol!

 

Hope you all enjoyed!

 

Take care,

 

Vixen