InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Leave it in the past ❯ Like we never met ( Chapter 4 )

Hey guys. This is chapter four. I hope you guys like it so enjoy.

 

Chapter four: Like we never met

 

Kagome sat through her after school classes, thinking about Inuyasha. She couldn't help it. She wanted to hate him so much because of how they'd met and how mean he'd been, but after somebody protects you like that, you owe them. And he'd been so sweet and gentle with her and had insisted on coming by to check on her.

 

She finished her homework and stuck it in her bag, getting ready to leave. She bowed to the teacher and started out the door.

 

“How're you feeling?” she heard someone say.

 

She turned around so fast she got dizzy and fell into the wall next to her.

 

“Careful,” the person said, coming up to her and helping her right herself.

 

She looked up into golden eyes. “Inuyasha? What're you doing here?” Kagome asked quietly.

 

“Well, you told me I could come check on you. That's what I'm doing,” he said, a smirk on his face.

 

“I'm fine,” she said, a touch of anger in her voice when she noted the smirk, “What are you smirking about?”

 

“Nothing,” he said mysteriously, like he was holding onto a secret, and kept on smirking at her.

 

“What?” she asked, “Is there something on my face? In my teeth?” she asked, her hands going over her face, picking at her teeth.

 

“No,” he said, laughing.

 

“Then stop being so egotistical,” she said, smacking him in the stomach.

 

He laughed out loud. “Yeah right, little Miss over-achiever. I'm not egotistical, I just know that I'm awesome,” he said, smugly.

 

“And you say you're not egotistical,” she said under her breath.

 

She started walking, pulling her car keys out of her bag.

 

She stopped for a second, looking at Inuyasha over her shoulder. “You need a ride?” she asked.

 

“Nah. I brought my own car,” he said, “But I'll follow you over to your house.”

 

“No, that's o.k.,” she said, pushing the doors open.

 

“I want to. Just to make sure,” he said.

 

“Make sure what?” she asked.

 

“Nothing. Just let me, O.k.?” he said.

 

“Do what ever you want. I don't care,” Kagome said huffily.

 

She opened the door to her car and watched as Inuyasha went over to a fancy sports car. `He's rich and beautiful. Why do the gods do this to me?' Kagome thought to herself.

 

She got into her car and started it, having trouble getting the stupid old thing to turn over. Finally it turned over. She heard Inuyasha revving the engine of his fancy car, making it sound like an angry bull dog.

 

“Show off,” she said to herself as she pulled out.

 

She drove with the music on, her favorite bands smooth music flowing through the speakers. The veronicas' song, In another life, always made her think of her father. She knew it was a love song, but the longing was the same.

 

She hoped that she would see her father again and she missed him so much it made her chest hurt horribly, made her double over in agony. This happened now as she pulled into her drive way. She slumped in her seat at the excruciating feeling of loss. Tears started to spill from her eyes as she tried to get up from the seat, the belt buckle digging into her side painfully and her broken wrist protesting through the brace as she used it to get up. She let out a whimper. “Daddy,” she whispered.

 

She heard Inuyasha's car park behind her and she didn't want him to see her cry, to see her mourn again for her father. She sat up quickly, her side bumping into the steering wheel, her ribs began to feel on fire. She cried out, her head thrown back at the intense feeling of pain from her chest, her ribs, and her wrist.

 

She heard Inuyasha's door slam as he started toward her car. She tried to open the door and get, but she was so caught up in the pain she was feeling that she couldn't bring herself to. She just sat, hot tears streaming down her face, missing her father.

 

“Kagome? Are you o.k.?” Inuyasha asked as he opened the door.

 

“I'm fine, just give me a second,” she said, trying to reign in her emotions.

 

“Do you need some help out?” he asked.

 

“I can do it,” she said.

 

She started to get out, but the pain in her chest made her gasp.

 

“Do your ribs hurt?” he asked.

 

“Yeah, sure, that's what hurts,” she said.

 

“Here,” he said, pulling her up and letting her lean on him.

 

“No, really, I'm o.k.,” she said, pushing away from him.

 

“Fine,” he said snappily, following her toward the door.

 

She opened it, calling to her mother.

 

“I'm in the kitchen, Honey,” her mother said sweetly.

 

“I have a friend over. I hope it's o.k.?” Kagome called.

 

“Alright, just tell Sango It's alright,” Mrs. Higurashi said.

 

“No, Okaasan, it's not Sango,” Kagome said.

 

Kagome started toward the kitchen, motioning for Inuyasha to follow her. Okaasan, this is Inuyasha,” Kagome introduced.

 

Mrs. Higurashi wiped her hands on the apron that was around her waist and shook Inuyasha's hand. “Nice to meet you, Inuyasha,” her mother said.

 

“Nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Higurashi,” Inuyasha said politely.

 

Kaogme's mother smiled and looked at kagome with a delicate eyebrow raised. “Is this one of your new “friends”,” her mother asked.

 

Inuyasha smirked at that suggestion. `Mrs. Higurashi is funny,' he thought. He watched Kagome blush and tried to explain to her mom what Inuyasha was and his smirk grew bigger.

 

Kagome looked over and her eyes caught fire while her face remained calm. “We'll just be going upstairs now, Okaasan,” Kagome said, grabbing Inuyasha's wrist and dragging him upstairs.

 

“Stop smiling like that,” Kagome whispered sharply, “you're going to make her think that we're… dating or something.”

 

“Sorry,” he said, laughter in his voice.

 

She opened the door to her room, which was decorated in pink. He covered his ears.

 

“What?” she asked.

 

“Your room is loud,” he said.

 

“Whatever,” she said laughingly.

 

She sat down on her bed, unhooking the brace and examining the purple cast to her arm.

 

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

 

“Not at the moment,” she said, sitting up and re-hooking the brace.

 

He sat down on the bed next to her. He didn't know why, but he had just gone from making fun of her room to being concerned about her. She did weird things to him.

 

“Are you going to be at school tomorrow?” he asked.

 

“Why wouldn't I be?” she asked.

 

“You're pretty battered,” he said.

 

“No, I'm not,” she said, her chin raising high.

 

“You could barely get out of your car,” he said.

 

She blushed. “I can get out of my car just fine,” she said.

 

“You seem pretty fine about what happened,” he said, looking at her intensely.

 

“About what?” she asked.

 

“About being molested by that jackass,” he said.

 

“Oh…that,” she said, “I kind of blocked that out.”

 

“Huh?” he asked.

 

“I just, you know, forget about it,” she said, “But usually when I do that, I have nightmares.”

 

“So you're just going to live with the nightmares instead of dealing with what happened?” he asked skeptically.

 

“It's the only way I know how,” she said, tears coming to her eyes.

 

He covered one of her hands with his and squeezed reassuringly. “You don't have to,” he said.

 

She looked up into the serious golden orbs of Inuyasha's eyes. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, obviously taken aback by the gentleness she felt radiating from Inuyasha in waves.

 

His face started getting closer and closer…

 

Her eyes started closing in anticipation…

 

Then, she panicked. `I'm suppose to hate you!' she thought to herself. Her eyes flew open and she pushed him away. “Listen, Inuyasha. You can see now that I'm fine, so why don't you go on now. I'm o.k. so there's no reason for you to stay,” she said.

 

He looked dazedly at her, his eyes glazed over. “Huh?” he asked.

 

“Leave,” she said.

 

“feh. Fine,” he said angrily.

 

Inuyasha didn't know why he was so angry, didn't know why his blood started to boil when she'd told him to leave. `I have a girlfriend who I love,' he thought to himself as he left.

 

“Goodbye Inuyasha,” Mrs. Higurashi said as he started toward the front door.

 

“Bye, Mrs. Higurashi,” he said as he slammed the door, going over to his car, and pulling out. He looked up and Kagome was looking out his window. `Stupid wench,' he thought, driving away.

 

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As the first few weeks of school went by, Inuyasha and Kagome stayed far away from each other. In class, she acted like he wasn't sitting right behind her. At lunch, she acted like he wasn't making goo-goo eyes at Kikyou, and every other time, they acted like they didn't even know each other. The crevice grew between them until it was exactly as though they didn't know each other.

 

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Kagome tripped over her own feet as she started to go to class. “Wow, I feel stupid,” she said, falling and catching her self with her healing wrist, which hurt like hell. “Fuck,” she nearly screamed. “Today just sucks,” she said.

 

She looked up. Inuyasha was walking down the hall in all his sexy glory and she felt insignificant to the girl holding onto his arm.

 

Kikyou was beautiful, she had to admit. She looked a little like herself, except that she was taller and willowy, thin. She had sharper, colder features and ice blue eyes. Her hair fell down over her shoulder in disarray, the shirt she was wearing would make any other girl look whorish and the skirt making them look like they were trying too hard, but on this particular girl, it looked like it was a part of her. She was everything that Kagome wasn't: beautiful, skinny, “alluring”. Why should Inuyasha even be interested in her?

 

Sure, seniors whistled at her, but that was because she was a freshman, “fresh meat”. She could even hear one whistling at her now as she got up.

 

“What the hell is with these seniors? Can't they keep from thinking with their dicks?” Kagome said aloud, making sure that the seniors around her heard, looking around at the hungry eyes on her. Every freshman girl that passed them, they tried to cop a feel.

 

Inuyasha must've heard her because he laughed slightly, looking around at all the seniors in question.

 

She dusted off her skinned knees and moved her heavy backpack further up on her shoulder, walking past every senior who commented on her and glaring at them, challenging them to say anything to her face.

 

She went into her fifth period class that she had with Sango and Miroku. “Hey, Guys,” Kagome said.

 

“What'd you do to your knees? They're bleeding,” Sango asked.

 

“Oh, it's nothing. I just fell earlier,” Kagome said.

 

“My dear Sango,” Miroku started.

 

“Don't even, Miroku,” Sango said, turning cold eyes on the handsome, perverted boy.

 

“What'd he do?” Kagome asked.

 

“Oh, nothing just being a little TOO friendly with every girl he comes across,” Sango said.

 

“Jealous?” Kagome asked.

 

“Not in the least,” Sango sniffed.

 

“Right,” Kagome said conspiratorially.

 

“Just drop it Kagome,” Sango said as Miroku approached the two girls.

 

“How're you today Kagome?” Miroku asked genially as he stood behind Sango.

 

“I'm f…,” she started to say, but was interrupted by the angry reddening of Sango's face as she slapped Miroku hard.

 

She turned on him. “Can't you go five minutes without being a pervert?” Sango asked him angrily.

 

“My lovely Sango, I didn't mean…,” he started to say.

 

“Just shut up,” Sango said, her hands balled into fists.

 

Miroku looked stunned at the anger that was undeservingly directed at him. Just when he was about to defend himself, the bell rang and they sat down for class.

 

 

 

 

 

 

So there you guys go. I hope you liked it. I'll try to get my next chapter posted a.s.a.p. R&R, give me tips, and if you think the story should go this way or that, don't hesitate to tell me and I will take it under consideration. You guys are awesome for reading this and I really appreciate it!

 

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