InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If You Are Not The One ❯ You�re blessed above All Else ( Chapter 20 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

IF YOU ARE NOT THE ONE

Chapter Twenty: You're blessed above All Else

I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holdin' you

Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Are you gone and onto someone new?

I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
No, I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
Your trust, you must
Confess

Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You'd die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
Your trust, you must
Confess

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

I've got another confession my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new

-The Best of You by The Foo Fighters-

She stared down apprehensively at the toilet, kneeling with that nauseous and light headed sensation. It was as if she couldn't psychologically let out that something that her body demanded she did. Frustrated, Kagome clutched her stomach as she tried to impulse forward and goad vomit. The bitter taste at the tip of her tongue and her face sallow, for a minute she though she'd actually force out what was making her feel so ill but immediately the hot substance pushed back down her throat. Her position did not change but a hand reached upward for some toilet paper, she grabbed the sheets and pulled hard so they'd detach from the rest of the role. Wiping her mouth she threw the paper down the toilet before flushing it out of sight.

Finally she managed to get up, smoothing away the wrinkles from her prim little business skirt and then tucking in her shirt. Staring at the swirl pool before her, her stomach growled as she inaccurately started without reason or consent, quite obvious her body would react negatively to the scene. Not knowing what to do next, she covered her mouth as the toilet provoked her nausea. She stormed out the seventh stall from the twelve in a public restroom.

Standing before her reflection; she ignored all the signs of sickness, letting her naturally wavy hair flow free from the bobby pins before washing her hands quickly. She had not felt this way in a long time and the memories worsen her state of mind than providing any help whatsoever. Gazing at her surrounding as she rinsed, she noticed for the first time she ran in about five minutes ago that the spacious facility was utterly deserted.

Once she finished, she swallowed hard as she went through her genuine Gucci handbag searching for a pack of cigarettes. When she found one lonely stick of nicotine, she desperately got out her pink lighter and flicked it, rapidly sucking in a breath of smoke while flaring her cigarette to life before she'd suffer another nervous break down. She could feel the very heat of the fresh smoke and the force of her lungs pushing it forward. It was potent but surprisingly sweet. She sealed her lips around her cigarette like she was trying to squeeze it to death and inhaled like she was afraid to breathe without a cigarette being involved. She sipped her smoke, barely seeming to inhale, but that was deceptive, for she seemed to be able to hold more smoke in her lungs than any other two women combined.

When she thought she was feeling much better, had taken about a dozen tic-tacs and had recovered from nearly passing out. Kagome walked out the bathroom only to find Miroku still there waiting for her while casually leaning with his back to the wall, meanwhile holding a bottle of water. Kagome smiled weakly at the man dressed in one of his usual suits and purple ties. He handed her the water bottle which she gladly took as he generously offered, a worried expression put in place.

“Listen Sakura, you know Inuyasha isn't here today so I wouldn't mind covering up for you for the rest of today while you go home and rest.” Miroku tried to console her; worried something serious was up. Ever since Kagome met him, he behaved very much like the debonair gentlemen that he was. He respected her and Kagome knew it wasn't only because of Sango's threats and for that she liked the guy more than ever.

“Miroku that sounds wonderful, believe me. But as tempting as it may be, I have an appointment with Mr. Onigumo's son today at three o'clock. I'm sure you're aware what would happen if I cancel without Inuyasha's consent.” She continued to sip from her water bottle as they walked to the nearest lounge.

He nodded. “Trust me I know, but I can always talk to Inuyasha concerning an employees' health and I'm sure he'll understand.” Miroku acknowledged.

“I don't know if I can just leave.” She shrugged, confused whether she should take his offer or face the ugly consequences.

He chuckled. “Relax Sakura, I wouldn't mind taking over your job for the rest of the day. I would probably just send you the paper work later on.” He urged on and held the door open for her as they entered the café and lounge.

“Are you positively sure because I can finish today if I have to.” Kagome reassured him as she drank what was left of her water bottle, and followed him into a near by empty table next to one of the building's large rectangular glass walls.

Offering a chair for Kagome to sit, she returned the gesture smiling as he sat on the one next to her. “I promise, besides Inuyasha isn't too happy to negotiate when it comes to Naraku. Now believe me when I tell you to go home gorgeous and get some rest so that you can lighten up that beautiful face for tomorrow.”

Kagome said thankful, “my god when did you get so incredibly sweet?”

“It's a genetic gift, I know.” He said offering a beam of his own as she returned the affable gesture. “Too bad my charming twin brother doesn't have the good genes huh?”

“Miro, you're an only child.”

“Says who?”

“Sango and Inuyasha.”

“They're just jealous I have no siblings.” He said sarcastically hurt.

Kagome laughed. “Thanks so much, seriously you're the best there is Miroku.” Gratefully feeling he would most likely follow through.

“No problem...I was, however, hoping you could do me a favor in return sometime...” He told Kagome and winked suggestively hoping she'd give him a hand as well.

“From you, I guess it would depend what the favor is.” She wasn't sarcastic but merely obvious she still did not trust him completely.

“Alright, then please tell me you've also noticed how Sango and I are perfect for each other?” He asked in a way that deserved an honest answer. Kagome smiled and nodded thinking she shouldn't lie about knowing Miroku would make a good boyfriend.

“I wouldn't say a match made in heaven, but yeah you would make one hell of a couple.” She responded.

He threw his hands in the air thankful from the fact that they agreed. “Exactly! You just proved my point that I'm not completely going insane.”

“Okay, so where precisely are you aiming at with all this?” she raised an eyebrow, mocking seriousness, contemplating on what in the world he was going on about.

“You are her best friend, the least you could do is to find a way to hook her up with me and dump that asswipe who's been after my wife.”

“I like Hinten…” She honestly said and Miroku looked at her as he she was some kind of nut case.

“I like Hinten.” He had this hysterical look on his face as he mimicked her playfully, but Kagome threw her head back and laughed at him as if he were speaking a funny language. “I thought you were on my side.” He finally whined and sighed.

“I am, I'm just saying that he's irresistibly likeable that's all.” She said defensively.

“The guy's a freakin' manic waiting to get into her innocent panties; that's what he is.” A slight grin formed on her face and her body shook a little with the effort to hold back a laugh

“Or maybe it could be vise versa.” She subjected and giggled at his deer caught by headlights expression.

“C'mon Sakura, I'mhonest here. All you would have to do is sweet talk her into going out with me.” She looked at him expectantly and raised an eyebrow of her own when he practically poured his heart; seriously, she didn't know whether to laugh of cry. His adorable sincerity making him appear obviously in love.

Sighing, she no longer could resist and gave in. “Alright, but what would I get from my munificent compensation my melodramatic friend?”

He agreed. “I'll let you baby-sit Kirara whenever you want; it can't get better than that.”

“I thought you would have let me regardless.” She disappointedly pointed out bluntly.

“Of course, but I'll also add in an all-you-can-eat—for a month—ice-cream coupon at Diary Queens—” He tried to persuade her but Kagome cut him off before reconsidering.

“—Deal, consider it done,” Kagome said straightaway without thinking the proposal twice, always being a sucker for Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream.

"Seriously? You'll help out?"

"I'll see what I can do, but don't expect a hundred percent of satisfaction guaranteed."

“Awesome.” He rejoiced and somewhat grinned at the fact that he always won women over with the magical help of ice-cream. "Your effort is all the guarantee I need Sakura."

“…hey huh Miroku?”

“Yeah Sakura?”

“So where exactly is Inuyasha today?...”

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He stared longingly at the scenery from hundred of feet above the ground on top of an almost finished but entirely discarded construction site. Sitting at the very ledge with his legs hanging over the abyss, He gazed. Kagome's bowels however seemed to swivel and swirl as she gazed out towards him, knowing she was meters above ground. His still composure cloaking his depression and fear though she could see through them. Getting up from a latter, she slowly walked barefoot towards him; every step soundless on the cement as she approached gradually. He knew she was approaching yet he remained motionless, his eyes blank and dead.

Taking a seat next to him, she looked forth the view, knowing it was unquestionably worth the anticipated climb. Though it wasn't the tallest of structures you could see the tiny crowds of people all walking rapidly to every direction. And farther into the distance, you could see the ocean and if she closed her eyes tight enough, she could even feel it as if she were actually there. However, when they were home, at the very heart of Tokyo and you look ahead, all you can probably see is building after building. Not even from the Takahashi Building, the tallest in the country, could you see far ahead to the ocean since it resided wrapped so much in the center of the immense city.

A flock of seagulls flew around them, landing on the ground of the isolated edifice. A short time later they flew off, with only two remaining near by. The wind slightly blew her long stresses playfully resurrecting them to life as they danced in mid air and the breeze collided with her face ever so gently; his hair on the other hand was braided along his back not interfering with his contemplation. But at the same time he stared straight ahead at something she could not see with a look so drawn from reality.

“Inuyasha,” she whispered over, knowing that he would hear her. He looked up, refocusing his eyes from the gaudy world to her pale face. His moment of tranquility was abruptly unstable. “I know you feel the need to, but whatever you do don't jump,” she joked around but his expression only softened as he looked over at her.

“If I do I'm taking you with me.” He grinned from the corner of his lips momentarily following her game.

“What are you doing here?” He asked in a non discourteous way.

Kagome meekly smiled. “Miroku said you'd be moping around here, so I thought you might need some company.” She explained and he brought his attention back to the panorama. “So how come you weren't at work today?” She asked.

“As the boss, I can choose to not go to work whenever I want. What'syour excuse?” He carried on the conversation half-heartedly.

She reached for her jeans front pocket and took out her second cigarette and her dandy pink lighter. “I'm still feeling like I got ran over by pick-up truck, is that good enough?” She said and brought the object to her lips.

“I suppose it is.” He stole a glance at her, watching as she closed her eyes and drew it in like the caress of a lover.

“So how's Shippo?” The smoke blowing between her scarlet lips as she glimpsed his direction as well.

“Fine I guess.” He responded lifelessly yet curiously studying her every movement. He couldn't break the gaze just watching her take a drag after the other. Eventually though, he stopped staring and remained silent for about five minutes, not interrupting her smoke.

Kagome took a moment to rethink her words and tried to get his attention. “Listen, Inuyasha?” He did not even flinch or gave a sign he was no longer listening, but just blankly staring away.

“…I'm sorry about what I said two nights ago about how you don't understanding what I was going through. I didn't mean it like that.” Her apology being the sole reason why she went through all the trouble of soughing him out.

He rolled his eyes. If there was something Inuyasha hated, he would definitely say apologies were one at the top of the list. Annoyed with the fact that all she did was to apologize as if he were one to hold grudges. “Must you always apologize for everything?”

“I have to; otherwise I'll feel like shit.” She rationalized.

“Then apology accepted.”

Goddamn, this woman must be all lungs. He thought and wrinkled his nose. When finally she wrapped her fingers around her cigarette and lowered it from her lips, she looked around and in back of her. “What is this place anyway?”

“It was supposed to be a hospital.” He explained and once again stole a glance at her, fascinated with how much interest she put in her cigarette. And she would play with it, licking her tongue around her lips, expelling smoke in a tight corkscrew curl, even shaping tiny rings.

“Well what happened, how come it's not a hospital now?” She asked not knowing he was interested in architecture.

“My wife died, that's what happened.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Damn it, would you stop apologizing for everything!?” He glared and she simply couldn't find the will to say anything that would emend his discomfort. Surprisingly in due course, he just felt the need to continue. "She died three years ago, this very day. This was her dream.”

A durable pause thickened the air.

She felt him unruffled eventually and no longer radiate apprehension as he fidget on his seat. Stubbing her cigarette on the cement edge next to where she sat, Kagome threw it in the air watching as it feel from more than fifty feet in the air.

Eyeing her fingernails as if she was as much interested on them as Inuyasha was on the ocean view; she frowned not knowing how to acknowledge her comprehension and consideration. Tempting to regain his trust, she offered him a smile and a small nudge which he responded to by elbowing her back in an affectionate way. “Did you love her?” He didn't answer because he didn't feel like there was a need to and Kagome understood.

He hesitated for a minute not sure how to put his words, unable to reword his thoughts in order for them to come to life. "I-I…" Kagome didn't want to pressure him into thinking he had to tell her anything he dealt with unless he decided that he really needed to, so she listened. Instead, he questioned her something he struggled with. “...do you believe in God Sakura?”

“Yes...I believe he exist in every one of us. And thought sometimes he doesn't show it, he's there and he's always listening. Watching out for us you know.”

“I don't believe there's such a thing as a God. Just a bunch of bull made up in order for weak people to hold on to something.”

“Weakness is far from it. I think that sometimes when he does things, they might not seem right at first but in reality it always works out for our own good.”

“Isn't he fair with you?” He raised a brow as he asked, tempting to somehow understand her point of view.

“I can't question why he does things Inuyasha, it's a matter whether you believe it or not. But if you do, then like my grandfather says; you're blessed above all else.”

“Then why do you suffer so much if God exists?”

“I accept things though I wish they were different, I guess it wasn't what he wanted me to do. I don't blame him, though I sometimes tend to when I'm hopelessly out of my mind. It happens, I'm only human you know. Besides not all of us can appear iron like you do.”

“You're damn right.”

“You know what I think about you Inuyasha?” She leaned sideways, her weight resting on Inuyasha and her head on his shoulder. Hesitantly at first, he slowly brought his arm to rest on her shoulders remaining quiet as she continued on out loud with her thoughts.

Kagome slid her harm to warp around his back. “I think that you're already blessed, even if you don't believe and it doesn't appear that way. I think that just because you loved your wife and she loved you back, that's already a blessing on its own.”

Thinking on what she said, he objected. “He took Kikyou away from me.”

Kagome frowned wishing he'd see how fortunate he already was for having friends who cared. “Maybe, but he allowed you to know and love her. He gave you something special that others yarn to know of, and even if it didn't last as long as you would have expected it to, he gave you something pure to remember. Not all of us can have that same gift.”

Inuyasha was speechless, utterly flabbergasted. "Just have faith..." She whispered in his ear, and he couldn't bring his eyes to hers. He had not thought about faith in years, not after Kikyou had passed away. It wasn't that he was any religious before, but never had he questioned the means of faith like he did now. In a way he was somewhat afraid she was right and that all he was missing in life was simply any insignificant form of faith. Hope that would give a meaning to his pointless life and mend his torn up heart.

“And you know what?” she continued on.

“What?” He allowed her to express her beliefs.

Kagome went on. “I believe that when an old door closes, a new one tends to open right back out for a second chance.”

He snorted and wondered whether a door would soon open for him. “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”

“I might have heard it before…” Sounding a little hurt from his comment. They remained in silence just listening to their surroundings, each trapped in their own thoughts. It was obvious now, that they shared a strong likeness which made their friendship stronger than ever. Though they would never admit it at the moment, they were glad to share this moment together.

Inuyasha sighed not sure why she tried so hard to cheer him up when she was obviously having problems of her own. “What does he want from you Sakura…from me?”

She didn't respond right away. “Truth is...I don't know yet Inuyasha. But for whatever reason he went through all that trouble to take away what we most loved, it must be pretty big if you ask me. I guess he just had other plans for people like you and I, like as if we were each born to do something different than we expected.”

Inuyasha nodded, still holding on to Kagome's shoulder, realizing how much he missed having someone close to have a good time with. Inhaling what was her exclusively unique sent; he exhaled a long breath he had held on to all day.

Already feeling much better, physically and mentally, Kagome shifted and looked at him with widen eyes. “Hey do you want to get some ice-cream? I think I saw a Dairy Queen two blocks from here.” Her stomach growling as she said this.

Taken back, his eyes found hers and he slowly grinned. “Sure.”

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND CO. I REPEAT...THEY DO NOT BELONG TO ME WHATSOEVER, ONLY TO THE VERY TALENTED MISS RUMIKO TAKAHASHI.