InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ gymnast from hell ❯ chapter 32 ( Chapter 32 )

Hey guys, guess what! I'm not dead!!!!!!! OMG though I have been in a dry spell lately so that could count as being authoricly dead. Well as you all probably know this is the last chapter of this lovely tale, though it wasn't a particularly long one, or well written, I hope it had been an interesting one for you, I sure had fun reading your reviews and I must say I feel all bubbly all over

 

Thank You All!

 

Chapter 32: the last stand

 

 

“When the hell did you write this?” Miroku asked looking over the song that Kagome wrote with wide eyes.

 

“A couple of weeks ago” she said putting her guitar back in the case. It had been weeks since the “incident” and Kagome had never been better.

 

“'My Happy Ending'” he read the titile, “its good, but why did you write it?”

 

“You didn't know?” she asked dubiously hadn't it been obvious? She did slightly hold it over Inu's head after that night she beat Kikyo, he shook his head. “Well Inu kinda cheated on me” she clarified, filling him in on the little gossip she thought her circle of friends already knew.

“But your still together” he stated, “Your always together over here and stuff”

 

“Does it matter?” she answered rather airily, he looked over at her, she looked about ready to go prancing in a field while picking some flowers. To tell the truth, the look scared him.

 

“Nope, as long as your happy” he replied shaking his head lighltly.

 

“Well whatever you wanna call it” she said then left the garage, “See ya!”

 

 

(^^)

 

 

Kagome drove down the highway to Torimaya, she had suspected a little visit to her favorite cousin wouldn't hurt, it had been a while. She pulled into the all-too-familiar community, and then pulled up to the all-too-familiar driveway where she had ran to so many times in the past for reasons she can't seem to remember now. Parking beside a gray mustang. She shook her head; Aya always had a thing for old cars.

 

She walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, it opened to show a little squirt with red hair and big green eyes staring up at her, a squeal of delight emitted from the being as it pounced.

 

“Kagome!” he yelled hugging her fiercely, “I missed you!”

 

“I missed you too Shippo” she said lifting the 7 year old and hugging him back, “So… how was camp?”

 

“It was so cool, I got to ride horses, there was a farm……” he chattered as he lead her into the house, she was nodding at him all the way. Ayame walked down moments later and hugged her cousin.

 

“You finally decide to visit without a crisis now huh?” she joked.

 

“Yup”

 

“I see Shippo is filling you in,” she said again motioning to the avidly chatting kid over to the side of them with her head.

 

“Yeah, he apparently had fun” Kagome laughed, “And I see you got back your horse”

 

“Yeah, they finally decided to fix it, and I see that you finally got it off” she motioned to Kagome's now bare-of-plaster left wrist.

 

“Yeah its gone… thank god! I only need to finish physiotherapy so I can fully play my `tar again. And I have to wear this itchy brace”

 

“You complain too much, just be glad you can use it”

 

“You have a point there, but I don't like the prospect of being so optimistic, its just not my style.”

 

“Well, now that you're here, wanna go for a ride?” Aya said dangling the keys and ignoring the last part of her cousin's comment. They had somehow ended up in the front parlor of the house, both so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn't noticed.

 

“Of course!—Shippo, were going for ice cream, you want any?”

 

“Of course!” a ball of energy ran into the parlor where the two teens were standing. “Lets go!”

 

They got into the car while Ayame closed up the house. She came in and started it up, the CD player kicked in with Bowling for Soup's `1985'

 

“I love this song!” Kagome yelled as the verse started. They drove out of the community and drove down one of the many main roads of Torimaya.

 

“Bruce Springstein, Madonna, way before Nirvana. There was U2 and Blondie, and music still on MTV. Her two kids in high school, they tell her that she's uncool. Cuz she's still preoccupied
with 19, 19, 1985” the two girls sang in the car.

 

Ayame smiled at her cousin. She changed, for the better she supposed. Kagome was more free-spirited now; she smiled carelessly. Inuyasha had really changed her, whether he noticed it or not. She was glad for the change, it meant that Kag got over her past and was going blindly into the future, like other teens.

 

“She hates time make it stop, when did Motley Crew become classic rock? And when did Ozzy become an actor? Please make this stop. Stop! And bring back” she heard Kagome sing as they stopped by the ice cream parlor.

 

(^^)

 

 

Kagome walked down the path in the park by herself. She lifted her left hand and began scratching at the appendage; it itched like no other. In mid first scratch, a hand on hers stopped her. She looked up and smiled.

 

He came.

 

But had she doubted his promise?

 

Slightly. He did blow her off the last time.

 

He gave her a scolding look clearly telling her to stop, he didn't need to talk they had come to that agreement, that they didn't always need to speak, they had their talkative days and their silent days, this just happened to be one of them. She sighed and nodded, dropping her hands to her side. They began walking again in silence, enjoying each other's company. He slipped his hand in hers and she smiled to herself.

 

 

(^^)

 

 

Inuyasha lay in his room later that evening. He reached to his bedside table and lifted a picture frame. The photo in there was of he and Kagome. He smiled as he remembered that day. it was about a week ago after the whole Kikyo mess. His gaze wandered to the beauty in the computer chair beside his bed, they were currently working on a project, for a class he couldn't give a hoot about, and they were selected as partners. She didn't look the type to be a computing genius.

 

She had taken him back after much groveling and apologizing on his part, though; he admitted that he deserved everything she dished out that night. He remembered it clearly; she had been beating the shit out of Kikyo after she had come and ruin their moment of his heartwarming apology to her, (it took him so long to memorize it too!) then he had been forced to choose between the two almost, yet vaguely identical girls. He had followed his heart.

 

Kikyo's jaw had fallen, as far as her bruises could have allowed and Kagome had snapped to shut for her, he had wryly wondered at that moment if it had broken any teeth, but the thought had been quickly discarded when he was Kagome knock Kikyo out cold, he had watched her fall like a sack of potatos and had felt, but resisted the urge to laugh outright.

 

He had asked for her forgiveness at least three times that night and she had reluctantly voiced that she did, though he knew of it would taken more than a few words to get her to trust him again and in the end it had worked out fine.

 

He put down the frame and took up residence beside her watching ass she typed at the speed of light the story they had come up with. That had been the topic of their English project, to make up[ a story and translate it to the language, she had suggested they use their drama based relationship and he liked the idea. They had spent most of the time in the park translating before they went to his house to get the typing over with.

 

“How's it going?” he asked, looking over her shoulder.

 

“Almost done.” She stated then typed up the last two words.

 

The End

 

 

I thought it would have been a little cool to have the last words of their story be the same words used to end this story ^^.

 

Please read my noble reviewers and readers!! Now that I have your attention:

 

We are done; this was the last chapter of this dramatic ensemble. I am very glad you liked it. It was a blast to write. I honestly didn't think I would have gotten this much feedback. I started this about exactly a year ago on a Thursday, during my first class which at the time was Food and Nutrition, which I didn't mind, though the teacher hated me and we were learning about eggs and I wasn't in the mood to write notes and I was pissed because my father was being an asshole at the time.

 

Ah yes it was fun, but, all good things must come to an end, unfortunately this was one of them.

 

 

 

Review me the questions and I'll answer them. Though if I feel up to it, or if I get threatened enough (not that I'm telling you to do that) I probably will post a one-shot to say what happens. Or probably a whole nother story.

 

I've always wanted to write a trilogy, but I don't think that will happen anytime soon.

 

Well see ya round, I'll try to get started soon on the last chapter of “Of Pom Poms and Football”

 

THANK YOU!!!!!!!! And just so you know, I might just happen to be reading one of your stories, but alas I find it hard to find time to review, so I apologize for that, I love reviewing and my hectic 10th grade schedule has practically omitted that joyous activity. Oh well. Be sure to update!!!!!

 

Ps. The orchestra will be playing for Princess Anne on Saturday!! I'm so excited, well not totally, but into it enough to get a fic idea. But it is quite an honor to be playing for her; I hope we don't stink. Wish us luck!!!

 

sayonara!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

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