InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ His Wish ❯ Surprise, Surprise ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: I just want to thank everyone who's read this story since I put it up since yesterday! I love you all (sniff sniff). And thank you, those who reviewed. I truly appreciate it

Remember all, Inuyasha may be Rumiko Takahashi's now, but I plan to fix her will so that I will inherit those dog-ears when she passes (knock on wood).

Please review or e-mail with questions, comments, etc. I really don't mind.

 

 

His Wish

Chapter 12

Surprise, Surprise

 

 

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Two months later…

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Kagome paced back and forth in between her bed and desk. `Two months. It's been two months since Inuyasha sent me back home.' She paused in her anxious trek across the floor. `He'd better come through that well sometime soon or I'll… I'll…'

 

Turning to stare out into the darkness past her window, Kagome wondered what exactly she would do to the hanyou if, no, when she saw him again. `I'll probably hug the living daylights out of him, then sit him into oblivion.' But it was sort of hard to make any such plans, when she had no idea what Inuyasha was doing.

 

Two months earlier, just after she had given him the Jewel, Inuyasha had asked Kagome to go back to her time so he could think clearly about his wish. He had said he wanted to surprise her for her birthday.

 

`Which is tomorrow, by the way. To think, I'm turning seventeen.' She sighed, `I do wish that our quest could have lasted forever. Of course, without the evil uber-villain flitting around causing mass destruction and mayhem.'

 

Kagome flopped down on her bed. Standing and pacing just wasn't cutting it anymore. A knot of worry, which had been with her ever since she came home, wormed its way to the front of her mind. `What if Inuyasha doesn't come back for me? What if he really wished to be a full demon? What if…ARRGGHHH! Stop it, girl! You're just going to make yourself sick.' She rolled over onto her stomach, scrunching her pillow under her chest so she could stare at the wall.

 

`Hey. There's that hole where Inuyasha accidentally shoved Tetsusaiga. And that's where he…STOP. Must. Not. Think. Of Dog-boy. Forbidden topic for the rest of the day.' She burrowed into her blankets and pillows, shoving all thoughts of a certain silver-haired, dog-eared love of her life to the back of her mind. `Wonder what Mama has planned for my birthday' was her last coherent thought before she descended into sleep.

 

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The next day at school was a little odd for Kagome. It had been a couple years since she'd spent her birthday with her school friends, or in the modern age at all. Her fifteenth birthday was when she fell through the old well and landed in the Sengoku Jidai. Meeting a rude inu-hanyou had been her present and going home her only wish.

 

Her sixteenth birthday had passed in such a dramatic way, she hadn't even known it was her birthday until later. The group had been accosted by yet another of Naraku's minions (didn`t he have enough by now?), and the battle had taken quite a lot out of everyone. The next two days had been spent healing random wounds and bruised egos. Kagome had gone home to fetch more medicine, bandages, and psychology books-on-tape only to be shocked when her mother wished her a belated happy birthday.

 

`Now this year has rolled around. Wonder if anything exciting will happen? Didn't Inuyasha say… no, bad Kagome. No thinking of him, remember?'

 

A loud chime rang through the building, telling all students and faculty that it was time for the next class to start. Unfortunately for Kagome, she was still half a building and two flights of stairs away from her class. Cursing mildly under her breath, she made her way as quickly and stealthily as she could, hoping against hope to not run into a teacher.

 

She was coming up to the last corner before the home stretch, when she heard a heated argument coming from just around the bend. `Just my luck that the new transfer student would be getting in trouble here and now.' Her gossip-riddled friends had informed her earlier of the new, strange-looking student. `He can't be too freaky-looking. I've seen the best of the best in that field. I don't think much could faze me now.'

 

The disagreement, or argument more like, was steadily growing in pitch. The main topic seemed to be the dress code. Or, more specifically, the hair code. Most students were required to maintain a dignified `do at all times, and very rarely were exceptions made. It was especially tough on the male students. No long hair, no strange colors, and no freaky styles. Save for the length, the same applied to the girls, but most of the faculty was lenient with the hair dye when it came to females.

 

Apparently the new transfer, Tai-something or other, had broken the first two no-nos of hair policies. He was also receiving a lecture from one of the strictest teachers in the whole school.

 

`Give the kid credit for a backbone, though,' Kagome thought, as the two around the corner continued to bicker. She paused and listened a little more closely to the actual words being said.

 

“Taisho, at this school, we pride ourselves on, not only our students' academic performance, but also on the image they portray to society as a whole. You, with your hair, are a disgrace to your school, your fellow students, and your family.”

 

`Yamada-sensei at his best,' Kagome sneered, waiting for Taisho's answer. It was a bit in coming, as if he was contemplating how to best deal with the old blowhard. When he finally spoke, Kagome almost fell over from straining to hear.

 

“Sir, I would like to apologize for any disrespect my personal style has inflicted. I assure you it is only temporary.”

 

“Temporary?” Yamada scoffed. “How can such blatant disregard for school policy be temporary?”

 

Kagome was also wondering the same thing, while commenting to herself that there was no way she was getting to class at this rate. `His voice is very familiar. If he weren't so polite, I would almost guess it was… Grrr. Not thinking of that.'

 

Taisho was explaining his answer already, but since she had been talking to herself, (`Bad habit, Kagome.') she only caught the tale end.

 

“…wouldn't recognize me, if I cut or dyed my hair anytime soon. I hope to appease school policy by next week however.”

 

`Who wouldn't recognize him? Gah, I just had to talk to myself, didn't I? Crap, here comes Yamada-sensei.' Kagome glanced around quickly, spotted a janitor's closet, and dove inside just as Yamada stormed around the corner, apparently having dismissed Taisho. She peeked out of the doorway and, once she was sure he was gone, slipped out of the room and around the corner.

 

She really hadn't expected him to still be there after Yamada left, but there he was. Taisho was seated against the wall as if he'd been leaning on it earlier and had just slid downwards. His knees were raised, arms folded on top of them, face buried. Kagome couldn't see much else other than his basic school uniform through the thick mass of hair swirled around him.

 

`No wonder Yamada-sensei was mad. Taisho-san's hair would rival most female models I've seen.'

 

Taisho's hair was indeed long, so long in fact that it pooled impressively on the ground where he sat. Kagome had an insane urge to reach out to run her fingers through it to see if it was as soft as it looked. However, she reined in her urges as she studied the other factor that made his hair so special.

 

It was platinum blond. Not pale yellow, but almost pure white platinum blond. `It looks like Inu-… bad girl.' Now Kagome was curious beyond all belief. She had to see his face, if only to convince herself that she wasn't delusional. She took a step, then another, and finally a third. She knelt by the boy, who seemed so familiar, yet couldn't possibly be. She slowly reached out her hand, pausing for only a second, before gently touching his shoulder.

 

Taisho nearly jumped out of skin, causing Kagome to do the same. Embarrassed, she turned her face away and stammered out, “A-are y-you alright, Taisho-san?” When no answer was forthcoming, she convinced herself that the world wouldn't end if she met this boy's eyes. Slowly tilting her head up and front-wards, Kagome gazed into hazel eyes.

 

These were no ordinary hazel eyes. This hazel had no green in it at all. It was almost a pure amber shade. Absolutely beautiful and unique to anyone who had never seen the color before. But this color only made Kagome burst into tears. Sobbing uncontrollably, she lurched to her feet and began the process of getting the hell out of Dodge. She was so absorbed in escaping from the Inuyasha wanna-be, that she didn't notice when he called her name or began following her.

 

“Kagome.”

 

No answer.

 

“Kagome!”

No answer, just a shake of the head.

 

“OI, WENCH!”

 

Kagome froze. No one else yelled at her like that. `But it can't be. What's he doing here and in a school uniform?'

 

Taisho, or whoever he was, caught up with the distraught girl. He grabbed her shoulders, yanked her to face him, and pulled her into a crushing embrace. Kagome could do nothing but stand there, as her mind slowly unkinked its self from around her denial. Soft words were being whispered in her ear and she had to focus all of her attention just to comprehend.

 

“Gods, Kagome, I've missed you. Not being able to see or fight with you the past two months has been hell. But it was all necessary. I told you I'd make you proud of my wish.”

 

Something finally clicked into place, and Kagome's brain could process information again. “I-Inuyasha?”

 

He lifted his head at the sound of his name being called. Inuyasha stared down into the eyes of the girl he loved. He could admit it now. He had cared for her for so long, but he'd never let himself go this far. But now, with Naraku's death and Kikyou's permission, Inuyasha was free to have his heart captured. And the one who caught it was this mere slip of a girl, his old love's reincarnation, but nothing like Kikyou, save in partial appearance. For that he was grateful. Kikyou had been a wonderful woman and had begun the opening of his heart, but Kagome had helped him to heal and trust and regain his humanity in such a short time. Without Kagome, Inuyasha shuddered to think where he would be now.

 

These thoughts raced through his mind in seconds, all while he stared into the eyes of his Kagome. He sighed a breath of relief, placed his forehead against hers, and closed his eyes, content for the moment.

 

Kagome, however, was not content. She was mad. And embarrassed. And did she mention mad? Here was Inuyasha, after two months, with no explanation, just an 'I told you so' and nothing to actually show for it. When his forehead rested on hers, her eyes shut for a brief moment and she took a deep breath. Stepping out of range of flying body parts, Kagome let him have it.

 

“Osuwari, osuwari, osuwari…” She screamed the `word', putting all of her rage, depression, and heartsickness behind each syllable. She lost count of how many times she `sat him, but it was close to one for each day that Inuyasha'd been gone and caused her emotional turmoil. The sound of his body impacting the school's tile floor was almost disgustingly satisfying. She could barely contain her laughter when the second to last `sit' caused the floor to crack and the last sent the inu-hanyou (at least she thought he was still a hanyou) through the floor entirely. She didn't care that every classroom door on the third and second floors were flung open or that every student and teacher was staring in awe at either one of the two teens (one unconscious) or the giant person-shaped hole in the floor/ceiling. Kagome decided that her permanent record would be better off if she disappeared for the rest of the day. `Let Inuyasha handle it. If he wants to still talk to me later he knows where to find me.' And with that thought, she strode off into the sunset, or rather, towards the Sunset Shrine.