InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I love to hear you scream: A story of Highschool Chaos ❯ Conflict of the Mind ( Chapter 6 )

AN:

 

Yet another chapter revised, I do hope you like it!

 

*Krissy's Playlist*

 

“Fully Alive”- Flyleaf

“Slither Thing”- Collide

“Ever see you again”- Lenny Kravitts (spelling?)

“I don't wan'na know”- New Found Glory

“Adam's Song”- Blink 182

“Little Razorblade”- The Pink Spiders

“Girls Not Grey”- AFI

 

 

 

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Kagome pulled her microphone to her lips, letting the words to her song flow out. Sango was next to her, bass in hand, bellowing the next line of chorus. She moved her fingers down the frets, smashing them against thick strings of her guitar.

 

Kagome closed her eyes, and took a breath for the next part of the song, a note that she would have to carry for a long while. Her throat wasn't the least bit sore; in fact it was just warming up.

 

Just as the words left her mouth Kagome because to think back on her day, a day that had been filled with a cocky, smart mouthed hanyou; which was something that only left her more frustrated. She had come to realize, avoiding a meeting with InuYasha Taisho was going to be impossible. Even avoiding having some sort of visual contact with him was impossible. But she could try (and try she would) to ignore him. Though, Dog-Breath did seem to have a knack for drawling attention to him-self…

 

But Kagome…she felt like a real ass, and she couldn't help it, no matter how much InuYasha deserved it sometimes. She knew he was sorry for what happened, and new it well. He was paying for everything, and while her mother was pleased she didn't have to force that, she knew just as well as Kagome that it was being done out of the regret the boy felt.

 

And to think, she had been giving him a hard time about FLOWERS…

 

-which Kagome had found out he actually sent, and sent a whole bunch…a giant box full. She had found it when she stomped through the door of her home. It was on the kitchen table, which seemed really odd to Kagome.

 

Who just leaves a box big enough to hold 3 children sitting on the kitchen table?

 

She had to climb up on a dinning room chair just to see who the package was addressed to, which surprised her to see her name. Once she ripped off the tape and pulled the container open, she was astonished to see the most beautiful arrays of flowers. Well actually, what WOULD have been the most beautiful arrays of flowers…if half of them weren't already wilting…?

 

Kagome checked the top of the box for a supposed delivery date. She found it, and it was over a week late. She had scrunched her nose at that; if it was her and she had spent all this time and money trying to deliver flowers, she would pretty mad if it were a week late.

 

She checked for an address then, for a thank you card. She was utterly shock when she read it.

 

InuYasha had sent it.

 

 

“Okay!” Sango cheered, wiping some sweat from her brow. “-ready for the next song?”

 

Kagome shook herself out of her thoughts, and turned her attention to her friend. She nodded her head.

 

Shippo tampered around with his snare something, and then moved his feet in a quick, rhythmic fashion to try out the double bass. He twisted his sticks in his fingers confidently, and then stopped. “I'm good!” he called out, twitching his head slightly to move the red hair from his eyes.

 

Miroku played a little with his guitar, tuning it down to Drop D. After a few minor chords, he gave the girls a `thumbs up' and was all set to go. Sango followed suit, readying herself for Shippo's count off. He ticked his stick against the edge of the snare to start the count.

 

“Fully alive,” Kagome announced, making sure everyone was on the same base. They nodded. “Then lets go…” she said, wrapping the long mic cord around her wrist.

 

Miroku's guitar solo thundered in. He was tossing and turning through the air, showing off his skills. Sango was having her own fun, completely concentrated on following the monk; he was awful hard to keep up with sometimes.

 

As the solo ended, they continued right into the basic chords of the first riff of the song. Kagome took a deep breath, and waited for Sango and Miroku to finish their intro.

 

“Telling Layla's story spoken
'Bout how all her bones are broken
Hammers fall on all the pieces
Two months in the cover creases…”

 

She sang the words, but her mind carried her off into a different place. She imagined herself, back in the car. She could remember things better now; they were more vivid; sort of like watching a movie. She could feel her energy channeling to Shippo, and then her body crashing against the car.

 

Kagome was still singing her song, but she was screaming at InuYasha all the while. He was so stupid, so arrogant. But sometimes, she would swear… he was so different. She could remember their brief conversation in the hospital. She was still weak, her eyes were heavy and her throat stunk when she tried to talk. But InuYasha came anyways. His scowl was replaced with a blank expression, one she was sure was guilt.

 

She had tried moving; she wanted to sit up and prove how strong she was. But the hanyou's eyes became intense and he insisted that she remain laying down. Kagome had closed her eyes then. She was wishing him away. “What do you want?” she asked; her voice feeling very thick and hoarse. She coughed.

 

The silver haired boy looked away from her and sighed. “This was my fault.” He started; those amber eyes in a far away place. Kagome opened her eyes, ignoring how heavy they were. Her mouth felt dry and her heart was beginning to pick up, her body was reacting strangely to his presence. “…I'll do anything that you want.”

 

Kagome blinked. “Then answer me this…” she said, suddenly feeling very serious and determined. If he was nearly the cause of her death, then she deserved to know what caused his hour of stupidity. “Why?”

 

InuYasha looked at her immediately. He was lost. There was pain behind that well sculptured mask on his face, and she could see right through it. He looked down, ashamed.

 

“That night was the anniversary of my mother's death…” he managed, trying to find the right words. He looked up at her again, searching for something in her face. “I guess…” his long locks of silver fell from his shoulder, guarding his eyes. “-…I guess on that night I get reckless, because her death is on my hands.”

 

Kagome laid there, her mind in a stupor. He continued.

 

“I get like that every year… but normally it's in a place where I have only myself to fuck up.” InuYasha clenched his fist, his eyes still hidden from her view. He took a deep breath and held it for a second, then released it with a great force. Kagome couldn't help but lift herself from her precious position; she wanted to see, wanted to believe that what he was saying was true.

 

“I-I never meant for anyone to be hurt. I'm sorry.”

The raven nodded and brushed some of her stray hairs from her face. She waited for InuYasha to look up at her, the grim expression still etched into his face, before she said anything. She smiled. “I just want you to know, I'm angry.” She said, ignoring the constant beep coming from the machines around her.

 

InuYasha's ears twitched. “Keh, no shit.”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes, and then held up her hand to silence him. “BUT, I understand.”

 

 

“…”

 

 

She paused her swirling thoughts, and suddenly released her was a half a second the instruments. She quickly skipped the timing up in her mind and relaxed when she realized she still had time. She belted out the next verse and Sango joined her, her voice soft.

 

“Fully alive!
(More than most)
Ready to smile (and love life)
Fully alive!”

 

Kagome side glanced behind her to look at Shippo, who was hammering away at his drums. Her distress forgotten, she couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the irritated look crossing his face. Yet another pair of his new sticks snapped. Without missing a beat, he recovered and continued on playing, tossing the useless sticks away.

 

And so they continued on like that for 2 more hours, polishing up their music and tuning all their loose ends. Kagome danced around the stage, laughing ever now and again when Miroku would pull something to piss off Sango. They had little battles between each other; he would manage to some how mock-molest the girl, and she would return by doing a kick with her guitar and come crashing down on his foot.

 

Sango was in the middle of a hard bass solo, when suddenly she cursed loudly and pushed her hands away from her instrument. “I split open my damn finger again, guys!” She screeched and bringing the music to a halt. Kagome set her microphone down, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans as she walked over to aid her friend. Sango had an irritated look on her face as she stuck her index finger in her mouth and sucked.

 

“Maybe I should play with a pick?” she growled, plopping down on the worn couch next to her. Kagome sat with her.

 

“Nah, only wimps play the Bass with picks. You're too tough for that!” said Kagome, nodding in the direction of Shippo to get the first aid kit. Shippo rolled his eyes and dropped his sticks to the ground to retrieve the container of band aids and disinfectants. He snatched up the box and tossed it in Miroku's direction (he was closest) and he tossed it to Kagome.

 

 

“Man, this is really bad.” Sango mumbled, pulling her finger from her mouth to inspect it. Kagome snapped open the claps to the metal box, and began fishing through its contents. She damped a cotton swab with alcohol and told Sango to clench her jaw; this was going to hurt. Sango made a quick intake of air when the rubbing alcohol was applied, and her muscles tensed. She scrunched up her nose and ground her teeth together. “I forgot how much this stuff stings…”

 

“How about we call the quits for now?” Shippo suggested, playfully tossing his drum sticks in the air that he retrieved from the ground. Miroku nodded, setting his guitar down and stretching. Kagome finished helping Sango and lazily reclined herself back into the couch. She couldn't help but agree with her little kitsune sibling.

 

Miroku quirked his brow as he peered at the girl from the corner of his dark eyes. “Kagome is there something that is troubling you?” he asked, casually making his way next to her. Sango shot him a warning glare, which he caught with a gleam in his eye.

 

“Is this seat empty?” the monk asked, a hint of perversion in his voice. Kagome rolled her ocean eyes and scooted away.

 

“It will be if you sit down.” She grumbled, picking up an empty water bottle and chucking it at him. Miroku laughed and ducked, missing his friend's projectile weapon. “Aren't you Mr. Agile?” The girl remarked, stubbornly cross her arms over her chest (just in case his eyes decided to peer).

 

“Awe come on Kagome, just give me a sign here!”

 

“Does `Do not enter' work for you?”

 

“…Ouch.”

 

Sango had to place her hands over her mouth to stop her own water from shooting out. She and Shippo were practically loosing it with laughter, both clutching their sides.

 

“Ha-ha Kagome I think Miroku would go to the end of the world for you!” laughed Shippo; Sango was next to him grinning ear to ear.

 

“Yeah, but would he stay there?” she grumbled, pulling her thick away from her face. Miroku stood before her, looking highly offended. He scratched his head.

 

“Once again…ouch?”

 

Miroku shook his head, plopping down beside Kagome and giving her a playful nudge. He might be a perverted monk, but he still was a loyal friend. He truly did want to know what was distracting Kagome so.

 

“Honestly Kag, what is on your mind?” he asked, giving her a look of concern. The raven-haired girl sighed, and unfolded her arms. She seems to feel a bit uncomfortable, as if she was troubling with her words.

 

“I've been thinking about InuYasha.” She said, the words slowly finding away from her lips. Sango eyes softened and she came to sit on the arm of the couch. She patted her friends head.

 

“What do you mean?” She asked, her gaze moving from her friend to Miroku. He exchanged the same expression as she.

 

Kagome looked up at them, playing with the hem of her green shirt. “I mean that I feel horrible for being so temperamental with him…” she said, her eyes lowering in shame. Sango let a breath of air slip from her lips.

 

“I think Dog-Breath knows you're just venting, Kag.” She told her friend, a calm smile on her face. Kagome nodded, but felt guilty none-the-less.

 

“He sent me a bunch of flowers, but they arrived late.” She whispered.

 

“OH.” Sango and Miroku said in unison, exchanging looks once again. Kagome rolled her eyes, tiring of their silent conversation. She opened her mouth to say something, but was immediately cut off.

 

“Just go see him.”

 

Kagome looked up, surprised to hear the kitsune's voice. “Wh-what did you say, Shippo?” she asked, stumbling with what she wanted to say and choking the words out. She was very confused; if anyone had taken the whole car accident hard, it had definitely been Shippo. He didn't even want to ride with her in the car anyone more…

 

Shippo rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “I said to go see the mutt.”

 

 

 

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AN

 

Hmm, so I am thinking that the theme for this chapter is Girls Not Grey. ^.^