InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Little Acts Of Kindness ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: damson rhee 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.16.2005 | Updated On: 08.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 241 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.16.2005 | Updated On: 08.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 241 | Status: Completed
A/N: This story has a moral that I hope gives a positive message to those who are reading. Rating just to be safe. This deals with some issues that may not be for young readers (like those under, say, 10 years old) but I'm sure that it's nothing you haven't heard before.
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“Ms. Higurashi?”
She was brought back to reality abrasively by the voice of her science professor. She flushed. She had been thinking about her encounter with the stranger - Inuyasha - again.
“Ms. Higurashi!” the professor repeated, this time more harshly.
“Yes?” she replied decorously, looking up at him.
“What is wrong with you today? First you’re late for class, and now you’re daydreaming. I do pray this does not become regular behaviour,” her professor lectured sternly.
“It won’t,” she assured him shakily, looking down at her feet in shame. She was an honour student; she prided herself in her studies and good marks, and she wasn’t used to this kind of scolding, especially from a professor.
After class, Kagome stayed behind to talk to her professor. She walked up to his desk.
“Yes, Ms. Higurashi?” he asked as she approached.
“I would just like to apologize for my behaviour earlier this morning,” she told him sincerely.
“It’s fine, Ms. Higurashi. Just don’t let it happen again,” he advised.
When she didn’t leave immediately, he said, “Is there something else?”
“Actually Professor, there is. I was wondering if you knew of someone named Inuyasha. I... I don’t know his last name.”
“Ah, yes, Inuyasha Daichi. That is an unusual name. Mr. Daichi was an exceptional student in my class; very bright, very promising. Despite his vagabond appearance and somewhat inhibited personality, I knew that he had the potential to go far in life, if only he would let himself. Then, about a month ago, he stopped coming to class. He never told anyone why, never left a note, never even made a phone call to explain his absence. On several occasions I even called his house, but to no avail. No one ever answered,” the professor explained.
“It was such a shame to loose such a gifted student...” he trailed off.
“But that doesn’t make sense, Professor. People don’t just stop going to school for no reason!” Kagome protested.
“Oh, I’m sure he had a reason, only he never told us what it was. He was very solitary; an outcast, if you will. He had very few friends, and he almost never spoke unless he had to. Inuyasha Daishi was not a normal person.”
She smiled discreetly to herself. “I gathered that.”
“But I shouldn’t even be telling you all this... May I ask as to how you know young Mr. Daichi?” the professor inquired.
“I... ah... just met him this morning on the way to class, which is why I was late. I don’t know why, but I just felt the need to know more about him. I... I think he needs help.”
“I think you are right.” Her professor nodded. “A word of caution, Ms. Higurashi. Inuyasha Daichi is unlike anyone you’ve ever known before. Keep your wits about you. There is more to this than you think.”
“I will, Professor. Thank you for your time.”
Before she walked out the door, her professor called out to her. “Be careful out there. The weather had been horrendous lately, with all that rain coming down...”
She thanked him again, and with that, Kagome left the classroom, deep in thought. ‘I wonder what he meant by all that?’
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Later on that evening, Kagome sat in her room. Her homework lay untouched on the desk beside her, but she didn‘t care today. ‘Why can’t I stop thinking about him?’
An idea crossed her mind unexpectedly. Deciding to follow it through, she picked up the phone and called a number she knew by heart.
“Hello. Sango?”
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She was feeling hopeful for perhaps the first time that day. Her best friend, Sango, worked in the school office, and had access to certain files. She had agreed to show Kagome Inuyasha’s file the next day. Also, Kagome had learned that Miroku, who was Sango’s boyfriend, had been friends with Inuyasha at one point.
Kagome flopped down on her bed, tired and weary. The day had been strenuous for her, and she was both physically and emotionally exhausted. But before she allowed herself to get some much needed sleep, she picked up her phone again to call Miroku. She put in the number.
“Hi, Miroku!” she greeted.
“Lady Kagome,” Miroku answered evenly. “How may I help you?”
“Well, I guess I’ll get straight to the point. Sango told me that you used to be friends with Inuyasha Daichi. Is that true?”
“Yes. I haven’t talked to him in a long time though. Why do you ask?”
“I met him the other day on the way to class. It’s kind of a long story, but I’m trying to find out a little more about him. He seemed so sad, and I think he needs help,” she explained.
Miroku paused for a long moment, as if deep in thought. Clearing his throat, he began to speak. “Inuyasha and I met when we were 10 years old. I remember it like it was yesterday; it was near old Tsukimine Shrine, in the park where the birds used to make big nests in the oak trees. I would go to watch them whenever I was feeling sad or lonely or just needed a place to think for a while. One day, I saw him there, sitting under my favourite tree, crying. When I asked him what was wrong, he told me to go away and mind my own business. So I did. After a while, I noticed that he would always come back on Friday nights, and I would go out and join him under the oak tree. We just watched the birds together. It was sort of a silent agreement we had; I would never ask what was wrong, and neither would he.
“That worked out well for a little while, until I began to grow curious as to what would happen every Friday night to make him so upset. Even though I was little, I knew that little boys should be carefree and happy and laughing; exactly the opposite of what Inuyasha was. Eventually, I broke our little pact, and asked him what was wrong. I guess he finally felt that he could trust me, because he just lifted up his sleeve and showed me a big, black bruise on his arm. I examined his face a little more closely to discover a scar that I somehow had missed before. I didn’t quite understand it, but I knew at that point that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
“By the time we were in high school, I was old enough to understand what was happening. I learned that he had an older brother named Sesshoumaru who was big, strong, and powerful. He had a temper like no other, and would break and destroy things when he was angry. I also learned that Sesshoumaru and his girlfriend would go out every Friday night, and would fight to the point where Sesshoumaru would get drunk simply to forget it all. So I put two and two together.
“Inuyasha slowly became more withdrawn as the years passed by. I was his best friend - his only friend - and sometimes he wouldn’t even talk to me for weeks on end. Last year, at our graduation, he was on the honour roll, and won many different awards for his academic achievements. Inuyasha was an exceptional student...
“Anyways, after we went to college this year, and I met you and Sango, we sort of drifted apart. I’d try to call him, but he wouldn’t answer, or I’d try to sit with him at lunch, but he’d make up some excuse so that he could leave. It was almost as if he was trying to sever any connection we had. I haven’t talked to Inuyasha Daichi since the beginning of the school year. After that, he just... disappeared.”
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Okay, so I wanted to make this chapter a little longer, but I felt that this was a good place to end it. I hope it held your interest! Please R&R!
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“Ms. Higurashi?”
She was brought back to reality abrasively by the voice of her science professor. She flushed. She had been thinking about her encounter with the stranger - Inuyasha - again.
“Ms. Higurashi!” the professor repeated, this time more harshly.
“Yes?” she replied decorously, looking up at him.
“What is wrong with you today? First you’re late for class, and now you’re daydreaming. I do pray this does not become regular behaviour,” her professor lectured sternly.
“It won’t,” she assured him shakily, looking down at her feet in shame. She was an honour student; she prided herself in her studies and good marks, and she wasn’t used to this kind of scolding, especially from a professor.
After class, Kagome stayed behind to talk to her professor. She walked up to his desk.
“Yes, Ms. Higurashi?” he asked as she approached.
“I would just like to apologize for my behaviour earlier this morning,” she told him sincerely.
“It’s fine, Ms. Higurashi. Just don’t let it happen again,” he advised.
When she didn’t leave immediately, he said, “Is there something else?”
“Actually Professor, there is. I was wondering if you knew of someone named Inuyasha. I... I don’t know his last name.”
“Ah, yes, Inuyasha Daichi. That is an unusual name. Mr. Daichi was an exceptional student in my class; very bright, very promising. Despite his vagabond appearance and somewhat inhibited personality, I knew that he had the potential to go far in life, if only he would let himself. Then, about a month ago, he stopped coming to class. He never told anyone why, never left a note, never even made a phone call to explain his absence. On several occasions I even called his house, but to no avail. No one ever answered,” the professor explained.
“It was such a shame to loose such a gifted student...” he trailed off.
“But that doesn’t make sense, Professor. People don’t just stop going to school for no reason!” Kagome protested.
“Oh, I’m sure he had a reason, only he never told us what it was. He was very solitary; an outcast, if you will. He had very few friends, and he almost never spoke unless he had to. Inuyasha Daishi was not a normal person.”
She smiled discreetly to herself. “I gathered that.”
“But I shouldn’t even be telling you all this... May I ask as to how you know young Mr. Daichi?” the professor inquired.
“I... ah... just met him this morning on the way to class, which is why I was late. I don’t know why, but I just felt the need to know more about him. I... I think he needs help.”
“I think you are right.” Her professor nodded. “A word of caution, Ms. Higurashi. Inuyasha Daichi is unlike anyone you’ve ever known before. Keep your wits about you. There is more to this than you think.”
“I will, Professor. Thank you for your time.”
Before she walked out the door, her professor called out to her. “Be careful out there. The weather had been horrendous lately, with all that rain coming down...”
She thanked him again, and with that, Kagome left the classroom, deep in thought. ‘I wonder what he meant by all that?’
x
Later on that evening, Kagome sat in her room. Her homework lay untouched on the desk beside her, but she didn‘t care today. ‘Why can’t I stop thinking about him?’
An idea crossed her mind unexpectedly. Deciding to follow it through, she picked up the phone and called a number she knew by heart.
“Hello. Sango?”
x
She was feeling hopeful for perhaps the first time that day. Her best friend, Sango, worked in the school office, and had access to certain files. She had agreed to show Kagome Inuyasha’s file the next day. Also, Kagome had learned that Miroku, who was Sango’s boyfriend, had been friends with Inuyasha at one point.
Kagome flopped down on her bed, tired and weary. The day had been strenuous for her, and she was both physically and emotionally exhausted. But before she allowed herself to get some much needed sleep, she picked up her phone again to call Miroku. She put in the number.
“Hi, Miroku!” she greeted.
“Lady Kagome,” Miroku answered evenly. “How may I help you?”
“Well, I guess I’ll get straight to the point. Sango told me that you used to be friends with Inuyasha Daichi. Is that true?”
“Yes. I haven’t talked to him in a long time though. Why do you ask?”
“I met him the other day on the way to class. It’s kind of a long story, but I’m trying to find out a little more about him. He seemed so sad, and I think he needs help,” she explained.
Miroku paused for a long moment, as if deep in thought. Clearing his throat, he began to speak. “Inuyasha and I met when we were 10 years old. I remember it like it was yesterday; it was near old Tsukimine Shrine, in the park where the birds used to make big nests in the oak trees. I would go to watch them whenever I was feeling sad or lonely or just needed a place to think for a while. One day, I saw him there, sitting under my favourite tree, crying. When I asked him what was wrong, he told me to go away and mind my own business. So I did. After a while, I noticed that he would always come back on Friday nights, and I would go out and join him under the oak tree. We just watched the birds together. It was sort of a silent agreement we had; I would never ask what was wrong, and neither would he.
“That worked out well for a little while, until I began to grow curious as to what would happen every Friday night to make him so upset. Even though I was little, I knew that little boys should be carefree and happy and laughing; exactly the opposite of what Inuyasha was. Eventually, I broke our little pact, and asked him what was wrong. I guess he finally felt that he could trust me, because he just lifted up his sleeve and showed me a big, black bruise on his arm. I examined his face a little more closely to discover a scar that I somehow had missed before. I didn’t quite understand it, but I knew at that point that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
“By the time we were in high school, I was old enough to understand what was happening. I learned that he had an older brother named Sesshoumaru who was big, strong, and powerful. He had a temper like no other, and would break and destroy things when he was angry. I also learned that Sesshoumaru and his girlfriend would go out every Friday night, and would fight to the point where Sesshoumaru would get drunk simply to forget it all. So I put two and two together.
“Inuyasha slowly became more withdrawn as the years passed by. I was his best friend - his only friend - and sometimes he wouldn’t even talk to me for weeks on end. Last year, at our graduation, he was on the honour roll, and won many different awards for his academic achievements. Inuyasha was an exceptional student...
“Anyways, after we went to college this year, and I met you and Sango, we sort of drifted apart. I’d try to call him, but he wouldn’t answer, or I’d try to sit with him at lunch, but he’d make up some excuse so that he could leave. It was almost as if he was trying to sever any connection we had. I haven’t talked to Inuyasha Daichi since the beginning of the school year. After that, he just... disappeared.”
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Okay, so I wanted to make this chapter a little longer, but I felt that this was a good place to end it. I hope it held your interest! Please R&R!