InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Life Twists And Turns. ❯ Inuyasha's Birthday. ( Chapter 16 )
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By: Hitsugaya630 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.08.2008 | Pages: 6 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 550 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.08.2008 | Pages: 6 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 550 | Status: Work In Progress
Life Twists And Turns.
A/N: I do NOT own Inuyasha but all original characters do belong to me. Eniola belongs to angel-up-above-heaven.
Chapter # 14
Inuyasha’s Birthday.
~*~*~*~Previously~*~*~*~
It’s then that I realize and remember something important.
His birthday is tomorrow.
~*~*~*~Now~*~*~*~
~*~*~*~Kagome’s POV~*~*~*~
Damn sun.
Why is it that right when you get to a good part of a dream the sun always has to wake you up!? I think it’s rather annoying.
I yawn and sit up. Looking around my old room. It’s too . . .pink. I’ll have to fix that. I stretch, the sheets falling off me as my back arches, pushing my bra-clad breasts forwards. I fling the covers off of me and swing my legs over the side of the bed, I yawn again as I look at the clock. It’s only 11 o’clock!
Damn sun.
I get out of bed, the alcohol I had last night giving me a slight hang over. Not too bad . . .maybe one or two aspirin would do the trick. Slightly forgetting that I am in Inuyasha’s house --that use to be MINE-- I walk out of my room in my black lace bra and panties.
I slowly walk down the hall and down the stairs. I turn to go into the kitchen, not registering the nose form the living room. It’s Saturday . . .I’m slow on Saturdays. I pour a cup of coffee to wake myself up, put some milk and sugar into it. Sipping it I headed out and into the living room. Inuyasha and Miroku are there. Both are fully dressed and their looking at me funny.
“What?” I snap, sitting beside Miroku with my coffee.
“You’re like . . .almost completely naked.” Inuyasha answered.
“Almost?” Miroku asks, “That bra and those panties are pretty much see through.”
“So?” I ask, unconcerned as I focus most of my attention on the show their watching. Isn’t that an American TV show?
“So go get dressed.” Inuyasha says.
“You’re not my father.” I growled out, my eyes narrowing as I sneer at him.
“So?” he glares back. “This is my house.”
“Actually it’s mine. I bought it.”
“So you haven’t been living here for 3 years.”
“And that’s not my fault dick head.”
“Slut.”
“Bastard.”
“Whore.”
I barely heard Miroku sigh as a repeat of yesterday morning starts up again. And yet again it ends with my loud snap of : “Hanyou.”
It seems Inuyasha is incapable of coming up with a response after that. Why? Neither Miroku --as I asked him later--, me or Inuyasha are sure. I can tell Inuyasha’s not sure by the look on his face.
Why the hell am I fighting with him? It’s his birthday for fuck sakes . . .wait . . .ah shit! His birthday! I’m such and ass!
“Ah fuck . . .” I muttered out loud, Inuyasha and Miroku look at me with raised eyebrows.
“What?”
Before I can help it a bright red blush stains my cheeks. “N-Nothing. I just remembered I forgot something.”
“What is it you forgot?” Miroku asks.
“Besides your clothes?”
“Oh you know you like it dog boy.” I wink at him as I grab Miroku’s hand and drag him out of the room. “I need to talk to you . . .privately.” was probably the last thing Inuyasha heard.
I drag him up into my room, close and lock the door. And to make sure Inuyasha doesn’t decide to snoop and hear me I put up a sound proof barrier.
“So . . .why all the privacy . . .and why is your room still pink when it’s obvious you love black?” he asked surveying the room.
I roll my eyes. “I’m working on the bed room color thing later. I actually need you help.”
“With getting dressed?”
“No. I’m being serious here Miroku.” he stares at me for a few minutes before nodded.
“Alright, what do you need?”
“I . . .uh . . .need you to help me find something for Inuyasha.”
“For Inuyasha? Why?”
“It’s his birthday you idiot.”
“I know but . . .why are you getting him something?”
“Cuz my conscious, yes I have one.” I added when he opened his mouth. “Wouldn’t let me live it down it I didn’t . . .and I kinda don’t really hate him as much as everyone thinks.”
“Ah, well . . .when do we leave?”
“Um . . .as soon as I get dressed.” I run into the closet and almost gag at all the pink shit in there. “Hand me my suitcase would you?” I take it from him and almost faint upon looking inside. “Ah! My wonderful, wonderful black!” He just laughs at me.
I glare as I slid a pair of torn up black jeans over my legs. He’s watching me the whole time. I pull on a black T-shirt that says: ‘Don’t piss me off, I’m running out of places to hide the bodies.’ In bold red dripping letters.
Miroku grins as I scoop my hair into a ponytail and put in my ear ring, barbells, and shit. Putting on some thick eyeliner I turn to him.
“Play along ok?”
“What do you mean?”
“When I take the sound barrier down, play along. Inu’s standing outside the door.”
“What are we doing?”
“Gonna make him think we’re goin at it. You any good at pretending?”
“I pretend Inuyasha’s temper doesn’t bother me everyday. So yeah, I’m good.”
“Good.” I moved towards him and smirk. “We can also use this to our advantage.”
“Enlighten me.”
“We could scar the shit out of him, then sneak out.”
“Ah!” he kissed me lightly. “You’re a genius!”
“I am aren’t I?” and without waiting for an answer I kissed him full force. Completely sealing my lips over his just as I take th brrier down.
Miroku --reacting on pure instinct-- pushes me down onto the bed, making sure our sides are facing the door.
“It’s ok Roku. You can touch me you know.” I whisper to him, just loud enough that Inuyasha would hear it. I’m not sure if he did or not.
“You sure? What about Inuyasha?” Miroku asks, a smirk on his face, his voice was completely innocent though.
“Forget about him. If I wanted him to touch me like this I’d be in here with him, not you.”
“Well, what the lady wants the lady gets.” he said, kissing me again. And seeing as I kind of did give him permission --and being the pervert he is he couldn’t pass up the opportunity-- he started fondling my breast. I moaned and pushed myself closer to him, that was pure reaction and instinct I swear to god. I am in no way shape or form sexually attracted to Roku . . .but he is kinda cute.
Just as one of Roku’s hands finds it’s way to my ass, the other under my shirt and on my breast the door opens. And there, standing in the door way, is Inuyasha . . .looking more then a little hurt. He actually looks just like he had when I left 3 years ago. . .
. . .Like he’s about to cry.
“What the hell are you two doing?” he snaps, though it’s not very strong . . .seeing as his eyes betray his cold expression that had taken place once he saw me looking at him.
“Inu-”
“You know what, I don’t wanna know. You fucking whore.” now he actually has a reason to call me that, he actually thought I was gonna fuck Roku! No!
He turned to leave, and I suddenly feel my heart twist painfully.
“Wait Inuyasha!” I’m aware that my voice sounds hurt and broken, but I don’t care. He seems to hesitate a little before shaking his head and walking across the hall and slamming his door.
“That didn’t go well.” Miroku muttered, gabbing me before I could protest. He drags me down the hall, down the stairs, out into the garage and into his blue mustang. He gets in the drivers side and drives off towards the mall. Me yelling at him to take me back the whole damn time.
~*~*~*~Inuyasha’s POV~*~*~*~
I watched them go through my bedroom window.
Why was this effecting me so much? I knew I still liked her . . .no still loved her. But I knew she hated me. I knew she’d very give me another chance. I knew we were a lost cause. So why did it hurt so much?
I’m sure she had seen the tears that had welled up in my eyes before a cold mask had been placed over my face, forcing my tears down. I don’t know why her voice had sounded so broken, sad and hurt . . .it doesn’t make sense. Wasn’t she the one who was going to fuck Miroku? Wasn’t she the one who said to forget about me? Wasn’t she the one who gave Miroku the go ahead? Wasn’t she the one who wanted that?
I’m more confused then I have ever been in my life as I sit there. In my room alone like I had done so many times over the last 3 years.
Picking up my guitar I start playing, just thinking of a song off the tip of my head. I know it’s not one I’ve played before but fuck it. I start singing:
Man, this has to be the worst birthday ever.
~*~*~*~Kagome’s POV~*~*~*~
“Come on Kagome.” Miroku whines to me, we’ve been in this damn mall for about 3 hours, and still I can’t find anything that screams ‘Inuyasha’ or ‘I’m sorry’.
I sigh as we completely the third circle of the mall. Maybe I’m just not meant you get him something? Or not meant to make up with him? I really think that the whole ‘Fake fucking’ was a bad idea. I don’t think he’d looked that hurt when I told him that we should see other people. Why did I say that anyways? Oh right . . .he hates me.
I scan the shops around us one more time, that’s when I see it. It’s just sitting there in the window of the store. I didn’t even bother looking at the name of the store. I just rushed right in, grabbed it, bought it, had the seller change something about it and rushed out. I didn’t even show Miroku. He’d have to wait until Inu’s party.
I made Sesshomaru and Kouga go upstairs and drag him down, I’m sure he didn’t wanna see me or Miroku right about now.
So all of us are seated in the living room. Sango, Ayame and Rin on the couch. Me, Miroku, Sesshomaru and Kouga on the floor. Inuyasha in the chair beside the couch, glaring at me and Miroku. I’m not sure if the demons can smell it or not . . .but I can tell by the way his eyes are all puffy that he had been crying. Why would he be crying? I don’t think I’ve ever seen Inuyasha cry. Had I hurt him that much?
“Well. We’re just here to say Happy Birthday Inuyasha!” Sango said overly happily. Apparently she was trying to lighten the mood.
“Some birthday.” I hear him mumble before he accepts the gift from Sango. He opened it and inside is medium sized fluffy silver dog. He laughs as he lifts it up.
“I thought it would be cute.” Sango admitted, her cheeks heating up. “I mean you are after all part dog demon. And cuz you’re hair was the same color as the fur I tho-”
“Sango.” he laughed. “Shut up.” he kissed her cheek. “Thanks.” she blushes some more and waves him off.
Ayame hands him her gift and he stares at the red puppy wrapping paper.
“What?” she asks and he raises and eyebrow. “I thought it was cute.” she pouted and crossed her arms under her breasts, looking away. He only chuckled and tears into it. I can tell that he’s trying to act like everything is normal. He’s doing a fairly god job.
Inside is a picture of all of them. Sango, Rin, and Ayame are half hugging each other, their arms flung around each others shoulders. Sesshomaru, Kouga, Miroku and Inuyasha are standing behind the girls, small smiles on their faces. They look extremely younger. Maybe about 5 or 6 years younger.
“That was before we all went to Kyoto, for the winter. Remember? I thought you’d like it.” Ayame explained. I suddenly felt like the 5th wheel. I couldn’t be part of the memories that they had shared before I came into the picture.
“Yeah I remember.” he grinned. “That was when Kouga got frostbite on the end of his nose.”
“Hey! Not my fault!” Kouga snapped.
“No, but it was funny.” they shared a laugh while I look out the window behind me. I’m faintly aware of Inuyasha watching me. I feel Miroku’s hand on my shoulder and Inuyasha’s aura shift.
“Hey. You ok?” Miroku asked me, and I nod. Giving him a fake smile.
“Fine. I’m fine.”
“If you sure.” he paused. “You want me to get you anything?”
“Water would be good.”
“Right on it.”
“What the lady wants what the lady gets huh?” Inuyasha snapped, the hostility in his voice wasn’t even slightly hidden. Miroku winced and looked over his shoulder, an apologetic look on his face.
“What ever you say Inuyasha.” Miroku whispered, walking into the kitchen.
I stay quiet, afraid that I’d piss him off more. Miroku comes back shortly after, a glass of water in one hand and a gift in the other. He hands the glass to me, and the gift to Inuyasha. He flops down heavily beside him. He’s sitting Indian style like Inuyasha and his knew brushed my thigh. Inuyasha obviously notices the contact and takes it the wrong as he just rolls his eyes and looks bitterly towards us.
Slowly opening the gift with blue wrapping paper I see Inuyasha try to fight off a grin . . .but he can’t help it. He grins as he pulls out a skateboard with red skulls covered in flames on the bottom out of the box.
“You stole my skateboard.” he glared playfully at the monk who shrugged.
“Not stole. Borrowed.”
“And didn’t return.”
“I told you I lost it.” Miroku snapped playfully. “I found it a few days ago, thought I’d wait until your birthday.” he paused. “Am I forgiven?” he asks quietly, it take me a minute to realize what Miroku means. And look down and away from Inuyasha’s angry gaze.
“Yeah.” he paused. “Yeah you’re forgiven Roku.” Miroku beams at him. “But someone isn’t.”
I can’t stop the low growl that escapes my throat. And when Inuyasha growls back I whimpered lightly, my head bowing further, as I shrink back slightly. I can feel Miroku’s sympathetic gaze on me. I shake my head in his direction.
“It’s my fault.” I whispered, so only he and the demons could hear me. I know Inuyasha heard me because he snorted.
“What exactly happened?” Kouga asked, earning an overly angry glare from Inuyasha. No one had seen Inuyasha look that angry ever.
“Nothing.” he ground out hotly, another glare is sent my way and I sigh. After all . . .I brought this on myself.
He takes the gift from Rin as she holds it out and he grins at the red puppy wrapping paper, it’s obvious that she and Ayame had wrapped their together.
Opening it he pulls out another picture frame. This one is with all of us . . .me included. Sango Ayame and Rin are in a similar position as they were in the first one. Same with Miroku, Sesshomaru and Kouga. But Inuyasha is off to the side, me attached to his arm and kissing his cheek. It had been taken a few days before he started avoiding me. I see the fire in his eyes as he looks at the picture of us, but he smiles as Rin anyways. He kissed her cheek as well.
“Thanks Rin.” he said. Suddenly another gift is shoved in his face. Kouga on the other end. He’s grinning.
“Happy Birthday Dog boy.” he said happily, as Inuyasha took the gift. Inuyasha grinned back.
He opened the brown wrapping paper and saw a rubber dog chew toy shaped like a bone inside. He laughed as he used it to hit Kouga in the head with.
“Funny wolf shit.” he said.
“I thought so.” Kouga replied, rubbing his forehead where the toy had made contact.
Surprisingly enough Sesshomaru hands him a gift as well. Wrapped in dark red paper. Inuyasha is slightly cautious while talking the box and opening it.
Inside is yet another picture frame. This one is of a young Inuyasha with a black haired violet eyes women. She’s obviously Inuyasha’s mother. He looks down at it sadly.
“I found that in dad’s old photo albums . . .thought you might want it.” Sesshomaru said softly. I’m surprised Sesshomaru knows how to talk that softly.
“Thanks Sess.” Inuyasha grinned at him.
I of course don’t give Inuyasha my gift yet. And all eyes are on me. It would be a bit too embarrassing to giving it to him now.
“What?” I asked stupidly. Miroku elbowed me.
“Are you stupid?” he snapped.
“Course she is.” Inuyasha answered for me, I glare at him but say nothing. Which with the attitude I currently have is slightly shocking.
“Well. Let’s have some cake!” Sango says, senescing the tension between me and Inuyasha.
So, now we’re standing in the living room. Everyone already having gone home. We’re just staring at each other. Well . . .he’s staring at me and I’m just looking anywhere other then him.
“Inu-” I start but he cuts me off.
“I don’t wanna hear it.” he snaps, his voice cold. He had taken off his happy façade as soon as everyone left.
“It’s not what you think it was.” I say anyway.
“Oh? Were you not going at it with Miroku?”
“No. I wasn’t.” I snap, growling lowly when he glares icily at me. “It was . . .I wouldn’t do that wit Miroku, I really wouldn’t.”
“Then just what the hell was that all about!?” he yells.
“I was trying to make you leave us alone long enough that we could sneak out!” I yell back. “It was a plan! I’d never do that with Miroku!”
He hesitates before talking again. “Oh, so you were gonna sneak out then fuck him?”
“No!”
“Then why were you sneaking out!?”
“To get your birthday present!” I yell at him. I see his wonderfully golden eyes widen in shock and I her him gulp.
“W-What?”
I sigh. “I told Miroku to play along. All I wanted to do was make you think we were going at it-”
“Well it worked,”
I ignored him. “- So that you’d stay as far away from my room as possible. Giving up the time we needed to leave so he could help me find something. Being away for 3 years like I was I didn’t know what you liked anymore. So . . .I asked him for help. I thought seeing as he’s like your best friend he could help.”
“So . . .you weren’t really . . .”
“No. I wasn’t.”
“And what you said . . .”
“I didn’t mean.”
“Then why was he-”
“Cuz he’s a pervert and he thought I was actually giving him permission.”
“Then how come you m-”
“It was a reaction. I couldn’t help it. It just happened. He pinched my nipple, my response was something I didn’t register.” he blushes a little after I say this and he sighs, sitting down on the couch. His elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
“I’m such and idiot.” he mutters.
“Yes you are.” I snap, sitting beside him. “But you’re a cute idiot if it helps.” He looks up and a ghost of a laugh escapes his throat.
“You ain’t too bad either.” I grin in return. “So . . .did that Josh Cero guy really purpose to you?”
“Yeah.” I sigh. “But he’s a dick. Probably makes up for the one he doesn’t have . . .” he really laughed at that and he throws his arm over my shoulder in a half ass hug.
“I really am sorry you know. I jumped to conclusions. And I shouldn’t have treated you like-”
“No.” I say fast. “You had every right. I probably would have done the same thing if I was you.” I dug around in my pocket for a minute before I pulled out a black velvet box. “Here.” I hand it too him. He looks at it confused before taking it.
He slowly opens it and his eyes go wide. I might have taken it a little over board but still . . .
It’s a silver necklace, his name carved into it, and studded with diamonds. Under it ‘Koi’ is carved with more diamonds and a heart shaped ruby there. He doesn’t notice the thing I had engraved in the back.
“Y-You do realize what ‘koi’ in Japanese means right? Or did three years in New York make you forget your first language?”
“I didn’t forget. Koi mean carp. A fish.”
“What’s the other meaning?” he asks playfully.
“Love.” I whisper, a blush on my cheeks.
“Do you mean it?” he asks.
“Yeah, but what’s it matter? You hate me anyways.” I stand, and before he can say anything I run out, up to my room and lock the door. Putting a barrier on it to prevent him from coming in.
That was the first time in 3 years that I cried myself to sleep.
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Chapter # 14
Inuyasha’s Birthday.
~*~*~*~Previously~*~*~*~
It’s then that I realize and remember something important.
His birthday is tomorrow.
~*~*~*~Now~*~*~*~
~*~*~*~Kagome’s POV~*~*~*~
Damn sun.
Why is it that right when you get to a good part of a dream the sun always has to wake you up!? I think it’s rather annoying.
I yawn and sit up. Looking around my old room. It’s too . . .pink. I’ll have to fix that. I stretch, the sheets falling off me as my back arches, pushing my bra-clad breasts forwards. I fling the covers off of me and swing my legs over the side of the bed, I yawn again as I look at the clock. It’s only 11 o’clock!
Damn sun.
I get out of bed, the alcohol I had last night giving me a slight hang over. Not too bad . . .maybe one or two aspirin would do the trick. Slightly forgetting that I am in Inuyasha’s house --that use to be MINE-- I walk out of my room in my black lace bra and panties.
I slowly walk down the hall and down the stairs. I turn to go into the kitchen, not registering the nose form the living room. It’s Saturday . . .I’m slow on Saturdays. I pour a cup of coffee to wake myself up, put some milk and sugar into it. Sipping it I headed out and into the living room. Inuyasha and Miroku are there. Both are fully dressed and their looking at me funny.
“What?” I snap, sitting beside Miroku with my coffee.
“You’re like . . .almost completely naked.” Inuyasha answered.
“Almost?” Miroku asks, “That bra and those panties are pretty much see through.”
“So?” I ask, unconcerned as I focus most of my attention on the show their watching. Isn’t that an American TV show?
“So go get dressed.” Inuyasha says.
“You’re not my father.” I growled out, my eyes narrowing as I sneer at him.
“So?” he glares back. “This is my house.”
“Actually it’s mine. I bought it.”
“So you haven’t been living here for 3 years.”
“And that’s not my fault dick head.”
“Slut.”
“Bastard.”
“Whore.”
I barely heard Miroku sigh as a repeat of yesterday morning starts up again. And yet again it ends with my loud snap of : “Hanyou.”
It seems Inuyasha is incapable of coming up with a response after that. Why? Neither Miroku --as I asked him later--, me or Inuyasha are sure. I can tell Inuyasha’s not sure by the look on his face.
Why the hell am I fighting with him? It’s his birthday for fuck sakes . . .wait . . .ah shit! His birthday! I’m such and ass!
“Ah fuck . . .” I muttered out loud, Inuyasha and Miroku look at me with raised eyebrows.
“What?”
Before I can help it a bright red blush stains my cheeks. “N-Nothing. I just remembered I forgot something.”
“What is it you forgot?” Miroku asks.
“Besides your clothes?”
“Oh you know you like it dog boy.” I wink at him as I grab Miroku’s hand and drag him out of the room. “I need to talk to you . . .privately.” was probably the last thing Inuyasha heard.
I drag him up into my room, close and lock the door. And to make sure Inuyasha doesn’t decide to snoop and hear me I put up a sound proof barrier.
“So . . .why all the privacy . . .and why is your room still pink when it’s obvious you love black?” he asked surveying the room.
I roll my eyes. “I’m working on the bed room color thing later. I actually need you help.”
“With getting dressed?”
“No. I’m being serious here Miroku.” he stares at me for a few minutes before nodded.
“Alright, what do you need?”
“I . . .uh . . .need you to help me find something for Inuyasha.”
“For Inuyasha? Why?”
“It’s his birthday you idiot.”
“I know but . . .why are you getting him something?”
“Cuz my conscious, yes I have one.” I added when he opened his mouth. “Wouldn’t let me live it down it I didn’t . . .and I kinda don’t really hate him as much as everyone thinks.”
“Ah, well . . .when do we leave?”
“Um . . .as soon as I get dressed.” I run into the closet and almost gag at all the pink shit in there. “Hand me my suitcase would you?” I take it from him and almost faint upon looking inside. “Ah! My wonderful, wonderful black!” He just laughs at me.
I glare as I slid a pair of torn up black jeans over my legs. He’s watching me the whole time. I pull on a black T-shirt that says: ‘Don’t piss me off, I’m running out of places to hide the bodies.’ In bold red dripping letters.
Miroku grins as I scoop my hair into a ponytail and put in my ear ring, barbells, and shit. Putting on some thick eyeliner I turn to him.
“Play along ok?”
“What do you mean?”
“When I take the sound barrier down, play along. Inu’s standing outside the door.”
“What are we doing?”
“Gonna make him think we’re goin at it. You any good at pretending?”
“I pretend Inuyasha’s temper doesn’t bother me everyday. So yeah, I’m good.”
“Good.” I moved towards him and smirk. “We can also use this to our advantage.”
“Enlighten me.”
“We could scar the shit out of him, then sneak out.”
“Ah!” he kissed me lightly. “You’re a genius!”
“I am aren’t I?” and without waiting for an answer I kissed him full force. Completely sealing my lips over his just as I take th brrier down.
Miroku --reacting on pure instinct-- pushes me down onto the bed, making sure our sides are facing the door.
“It’s ok Roku. You can touch me you know.” I whisper to him, just loud enough that Inuyasha would hear it. I’m not sure if he did or not.
“You sure? What about Inuyasha?” Miroku asks, a smirk on his face, his voice was completely innocent though.
“Forget about him. If I wanted him to touch me like this I’d be in here with him, not you.”
“Well, what the lady wants the lady gets.” he said, kissing me again. And seeing as I kind of did give him permission --and being the pervert he is he couldn’t pass up the opportunity-- he started fondling my breast. I moaned and pushed myself closer to him, that was pure reaction and instinct I swear to god. I am in no way shape or form sexually attracted to Roku . . .but he is kinda cute.
Just as one of Roku’s hands finds it’s way to my ass, the other under my shirt and on my breast the door opens. And there, standing in the door way, is Inuyasha . . .looking more then a little hurt. He actually looks just like he had when I left 3 years ago. . .
. . .Like he’s about to cry.
“What the hell are you two doing?” he snaps, though it’s not very strong . . .seeing as his eyes betray his cold expression that had taken place once he saw me looking at him.
“Inu-”
“You know what, I don’t wanna know. You fucking whore.” now he actually has a reason to call me that, he actually thought I was gonna fuck Roku! No!
He turned to leave, and I suddenly feel my heart twist painfully.
“Wait Inuyasha!” I’m aware that my voice sounds hurt and broken, but I don’t care. He seems to hesitate a little before shaking his head and walking across the hall and slamming his door.
“That didn’t go well.” Miroku muttered, gabbing me before I could protest. He drags me down the hall, down the stairs, out into the garage and into his blue mustang. He gets in the drivers side and drives off towards the mall. Me yelling at him to take me back the whole damn time.
~*~*~*~Inuyasha’s POV~*~*~*~
I watched them go through my bedroom window.
Why was this effecting me so much? I knew I still liked her . . .no still loved her. But I knew she hated me. I knew she’d very give me another chance. I knew we were a lost cause. So why did it hurt so much?
I’m sure she had seen the tears that had welled up in my eyes before a cold mask had been placed over my face, forcing my tears down. I don’t know why her voice had sounded so broken, sad and hurt . . .it doesn’t make sense. Wasn’t she the one who was going to fuck Miroku? Wasn’t she the one who said to forget about me? Wasn’t she the one who gave Miroku the go ahead? Wasn’t she the one who wanted that?
I’m more confused then I have ever been in my life as I sit there. In my room alone like I had done so many times over the last 3 years.
Picking up my guitar I start playing, just thinking of a song off the tip of my head. I know it’s not one I’ve played before but fuck it. I start singing:
“I walk alone
Think of home
Memories of long ago
No one knows I lost my soul long ago
Lied too much
She said that she's had enough
Am I too much
She said that she's had enough
Standing on my own
Remembering the one I left at home
Forget about the life I used to know
Forget about the one I left at home
I need to run far away
Can't go back to that place
Like she told me
I'm just a big disgrace
Lied too much
She said that she's had enough
Am I too much
She said that she's had enough
Standing on my own
Remembering the one I left at home
Forget about the life I used to know
Forget about the one I left at home
So now I'm standing here alone
I'm learning how to live life on my own
Lied too much
I think that I've had enough
Am I too much
She said that she's had enough
I'm standing on my own
Remembering the one I left at home
Forget about the life I used to know
Forget about the one I left at home
So now I'm standing here alone
I'm learning how to live life on my own
Forget about the past I'll never know
Forget about the one I left at home.”
Suddenly another song pops into my head. And I start strumming the strings on my guitar, thinking of the music in my head as I sing it:Think of home
Memories of long ago
No one knows I lost my soul long ago
Lied too much
She said that she's had enough
Am I too much
She said that she's had enough
Standing on my own
Remembering the one I left at home
Forget about the life I used to know
Forget about the one I left at home
I need to run far away
Can't go back to that place
Like she told me
I'm just a big disgrace
Lied too much
She said that she's had enough
Am I too much
She said that she's had enough
Standing on my own
Remembering the one I left at home
Forget about the life I used to know
Forget about the one I left at home
So now I'm standing here alone
I'm learning how to live life on my own
Lied too much
I think that I've had enough
Am I too much
She said that she's had enough
I'm standing on my own
Remembering the one I left at home
Forget about the life I used to know
Forget about the one I left at home
So now I'm standing here alone
I'm learning how to live life on my own
Forget about the past I'll never know
Forget about the one I left at home.”
“Don't know what's going on
Don't know what went wrong
Feels like a hundred years I
Still can't believe you're gone
So I'll stay up all night
With these bloodshot eyes
While these walls surround me with the story of our life
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
Now things are coming clear
And I don't need you here
And in this world around me
I'm glad you disappeared
So I'll stay out all night
Get drunk and fuckin' fight
Until the morning comes I'll
Forget about our life
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
First time you screamed at me
I should have made you leave
I should have known it could be so much better
I hope you're missing me
I hope I've made you see
That I'm gone forever
And now it's coming clear
That I don't need you here
And in this world around me
I'm glad you disappeared
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
And now you're gone forever
And now you're gone forever.”
I sigh as I look over at the window. It’s raining. That reflects how I feel so well. Who the hell ever said that the weather always reflects the opposite of what a person feels?Don't know what went wrong
Feels like a hundred years I
Still can't believe you're gone
So I'll stay up all night
With these bloodshot eyes
While these walls surround me with the story of our life
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
Now things are coming clear
And I don't need you here
And in this world around me
I'm glad you disappeared
So I'll stay out all night
Get drunk and fuckin' fight
Until the morning comes I'll
Forget about our life
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
First time you screamed at me
I should have made you leave
I should have known it could be so much better
I hope you're missing me
I hope I've made you see
That I'm gone forever
And now it's coming clear
That I don't need you here
And in this world around me
I'm glad you disappeared
I feel so much better
Now that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying that I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever
And now you're gone forever
And now you're gone forever.”
Man, this has to be the worst birthday ever.
~*~*~*~Kagome’s POV~*~*~*~
“Come on Kagome.” Miroku whines to me, we’ve been in this damn mall for about 3 hours, and still I can’t find anything that screams ‘Inuyasha’ or ‘I’m sorry’.
I sigh as we completely the third circle of the mall. Maybe I’m just not meant you get him something? Or not meant to make up with him? I really think that the whole ‘Fake fucking’ was a bad idea. I don’t think he’d looked that hurt when I told him that we should see other people. Why did I say that anyways? Oh right . . .he hates me.
I scan the shops around us one more time, that’s when I see it. It’s just sitting there in the window of the store. I didn’t even bother looking at the name of the store. I just rushed right in, grabbed it, bought it, had the seller change something about it and rushed out. I didn’t even show Miroku. He’d have to wait until Inu’s party.
xxx
We’ve finally gotten home. I had called everyone and had them meet us at my . . .err . . .Inuyasha’s place. They agreed and brought their presents along with them.I made Sesshomaru and Kouga go upstairs and drag him down, I’m sure he didn’t wanna see me or Miroku right about now.
So all of us are seated in the living room. Sango, Ayame and Rin on the couch. Me, Miroku, Sesshomaru and Kouga on the floor. Inuyasha in the chair beside the couch, glaring at me and Miroku. I’m not sure if the demons can smell it or not . . .but I can tell by the way his eyes are all puffy that he had been crying. Why would he be crying? I don’t think I’ve ever seen Inuyasha cry. Had I hurt him that much?
“Well. We’re just here to say Happy Birthday Inuyasha!” Sango said overly happily. Apparently she was trying to lighten the mood.
“Some birthday.” I hear him mumble before he accepts the gift from Sango. He opened it and inside is medium sized fluffy silver dog. He laughs as he lifts it up.
“I thought it would be cute.” Sango admitted, her cheeks heating up. “I mean you are after all part dog demon. And cuz you’re hair was the same color as the fur I tho-”
“Sango.” he laughed. “Shut up.” he kissed her cheek. “Thanks.” she blushes some more and waves him off.
Ayame hands him her gift and he stares at the red puppy wrapping paper.
“What?” she asks and he raises and eyebrow. “I thought it was cute.” she pouted and crossed her arms under her breasts, looking away. He only chuckled and tears into it. I can tell that he’s trying to act like everything is normal. He’s doing a fairly god job.
Inside is a picture of all of them. Sango, Rin, and Ayame are half hugging each other, their arms flung around each others shoulders. Sesshomaru, Kouga, Miroku and Inuyasha are standing behind the girls, small smiles on their faces. They look extremely younger. Maybe about 5 or 6 years younger.
“That was before we all went to Kyoto, for the winter. Remember? I thought you’d like it.” Ayame explained. I suddenly felt like the 5th wheel. I couldn’t be part of the memories that they had shared before I came into the picture.
“Yeah I remember.” he grinned. “That was when Kouga got frostbite on the end of his nose.”
“Hey! Not my fault!” Kouga snapped.
“No, but it was funny.” they shared a laugh while I look out the window behind me. I’m faintly aware of Inuyasha watching me. I feel Miroku’s hand on my shoulder and Inuyasha’s aura shift.
“Hey. You ok?” Miroku asked me, and I nod. Giving him a fake smile.
“Fine. I’m fine.”
“If you sure.” he paused. “You want me to get you anything?”
“Water would be good.”
“Right on it.”
“What the lady wants what the lady gets huh?” Inuyasha snapped, the hostility in his voice wasn’t even slightly hidden. Miroku winced and looked over his shoulder, an apologetic look on his face.
“What ever you say Inuyasha.” Miroku whispered, walking into the kitchen.
I stay quiet, afraid that I’d piss him off more. Miroku comes back shortly after, a glass of water in one hand and a gift in the other. He hands the glass to me, and the gift to Inuyasha. He flops down heavily beside him. He’s sitting Indian style like Inuyasha and his knew brushed my thigh. Inuyasha obviously notices the contact and takes it the wrong as he just rolls his eyes and looks bitterly towards us.
Slowly opening the gift with blue wrapping paper I see Inuyasha try to fight off a grin . . .but he can’t help it. He grins as he pulls out a skateboard with red skulls covered in flames on the bottom out of the box.
“You stole my skateboard.” he glared playfully at the monk who shrugged.
“Not stole. Borrowed.”
“And didn’t return.”
“I told you I lost it.” Miroku snapped playfully. “I found it a few days ago, thought I’d wait until your birthday.” he paused. “Am I forgiven?” he asks quietly, it take me a minute to realize what Miroku means. And look down and away from Inuyasha’s angry gaze.
“Yeah.” he paused. “Yeah you’re forgiven Roku.” Miroku beams at him. “But someone isn’t.”
I can’t stop the low growl that escapes my throat. And when Inuyasha growls back I whimpered lightly, my head bowing further, as I shrink back slightly. I can feel Miroku’s sympathetic gaze on me. I shake my head in his direction.
“It’s my fault.” I whispered, so only he and the demons could hear me. I know Inuyasha heard me because he snorted.
“What exactly happened?” Kouga asked, earning an overly angry glare from Inuyasha. No one had seen Inuyasha look that angry ever.
“Nothing.” he ground out hotly, another glare is sent my way and I sigh. After all . . .I brought this on myself.
He takes the gift from Rin as she holds it out and he grins at the red puppy wrapping paper, it’s obvious that she and Ayame had wrapped their together.
Opening it he pulls out another picture frame. This one is with all of us . . .me included. Sango Ayame and Rin are in a similar position as they were in the first one. Same with Miroku, Sesshomaru and Kouga. But Inuyasha is off to the side, me attached to his arm and kissing his cheek. It had been taken a few days before he started avoiding me. I see the fire in his eyes as he looks at the picture of us, but he smiles as Rin anyways. He kissed her cheek as well.
“Thanks Rin.” he said. Suddenly another gift is shoved in his face. Kouga on the other end. He’s grinning.
“Happy Birthday Dog boy.” he said happily, as Inuyasha took the gift. Inuyasha grinned back.
He opened the brown wrapping paper and saw a rubber dog chew toy shaped like a bone inside. He laughed as he used it to hit Kouga in the head with.
“Funny wolf shit.” he said.
“I thought so.” Kouga replied, rubbing his forehead where the toy had made contact.
Surprisingly enough Sesshomaru hands him a gift as well. Wrapped in dark red paper. Inuyasha is slightly cautious while talking the box and opening it.
Inside is yet another picture frame. This one is of a young Inuyasha with a black haired violet eyes women. She’s obviously Inuyasha’s mother. He looks down at it sadly.
“I found that in dad’s old photo albums . . .thought you might want it.” Sesshomaru said softly. I’m surprised Sesshomaru knows how to talk that softly.
“Thanks Sess.” Inuyasha grinned at him.
I of course don’t give Inuyasha my gift yet. And all eyes are on me. It would be a bit too embarrassing to giving it to him now.
“What?” I asked stupidly. Miroku elbowed me.
“Are you stupid?” he snapped.
“Course she is.” Inuyasha answered for me, I glare at him but say nothing. Which with the attitude I currently have is slightly shocking.
“Well. Let’s have some cake!” Sango says, senescing the tension between me and Inuyasha.
xxx
The rest of the party when pretty smoothly. And of course I had to stay with Inuyasha.So, now we’re standing in the living room. Everyone already having gone home. We’re just staring at each other. Well . . .he’s staring at me and I’m just looking anywhere other then him.
“Inu-” I start but he cuts me off.
“I don’t wanna hear it.” he snaps, his voice cold. He had taken off his happy façade as soon as everyone left.
“It’s not what you think it was.” I say anyway.
“Oh? Were you not going at it with Miroku?”
“No. I wasn’t.” I snap, growling lowly when he glares icily at me. “It was . . .I wouldn’t do that wit Miroku, I really wouldn’t.”
“Then just what the hell was that all about!?” he yells.
“I was trying to make you leave us alone long enough that we could sneak out!” I yell back. “It was a plan! I’d never do that with Miroku!”
He hesitates before talking again. “Oh, so you were gonna sneak out then fuck him?”
“No!”
“Then why were you sneaking out!?”
“To get your birthday present!” I yell at him. I see his wonderfully golden eyes widen in shock and I her him gulp.
“W-What?”
I sigh. “I told Miroku to play along. All I wanted to do was make you think we were going at it-”
“Well it worked,”
I ignored him. “- So that you’d stay as far away from my room as possible. Giving up the time we needed to leave so he could help me find something. Being away for 3 years like I was I didn’t know what you liked anymore. So . . .I asked him for help. I thought seeing as he’s like your best friend he could help.”
“So . . .you weren’t really . . .”
“No. I wasn’t.”
“And what you said . . .”
“I didn’t mean.”
“Then why was he-”
“Cuz he’s a pervert and he thought I was actually giving him permission.”
“Then how come you m-”
“It was a reaction. I couldn’t help it. It just happened. He pinched my nipple, my response was something I didn’t register.” he blushes a little after I say this and he sighs, sitting down on the couch. His elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
“I’m such and idiot.” he mutters.
“Yes you are.” I snap, sitting beside him. “But you’re a cute idiot if it helps.” He looks up and a ghost of a laugh escapes his throat.
“You ain’t too bad either.” I grin in return. “So . . .did that Josh Cero guy really purpose to you?”
“Yeah.” I sigh. “But he’s a dick. Probably makes up for the one he doesn’t have . . .” he really laughed at that and he throws his arm over my shoulder in a half ass hug.
“I really am sorry you know. I jumped to conclusions. And I shouldn’t have treated you like-”
“No.” I say fast. “You had every right. I probably would have done the same thing if I was you.” I dug around in my pocket for a minute before I pulled out a black velvet box. “Here.” I hand it too him. He looks at it confused before taking it.
He slowly opens it and his eyes go wide. I might have taken it a little over board but still . . .
It’s a silver necklace, his name carved into it, and studded with diamonds. Under it ‘Koi’ is carved with more diamonds and a heart shaped ruby there. He doesn’t notice the thing I had engraved in the back.
“Y-You do realize what ‘koi’ in Japanese means right? Or did three years in New York make you forget your first language?”
“I didn’t forget. Koi mean carp. A fish.”
“What’s the other meaning?” he asks playfully.
“Love.” I whisper, a blush on my cheeks.
“Do you mean it?” he asks.
“Yeah, but what’s it matter? You hate me anyways.” I stand, and before he can say anything I run out, up to my room and lock the door. Putting a barrier on it to prevent him from coming in.
That was the first time in 3 years that I cried myself to sleep.
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