InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Mourning of the Bloody Valentine ❯ It's A Beautiful Broom Closet ( Chapter 9 )

A/N: Okay, sorry, but don't look at the 8th chapter that's labeled `Confidential Katana' because it has many errors and I reposted a new revised chapter named `Confidential'. So read that one instead! Okay. Thanks for the 43 reviews, I'm so happy for it! Don't forget, I want everyone to keep voting until you actually find out who the stalker is, k?

So if you need a slight flashback; cuz I do, it's when InuYasha is deep doodoo for telling Katana everything. Now, I guess I have no choice but to say this...-mumbles- I don't own InuYasha. Dang it. Well, now that that's over, you'd better start reading!

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Mourning of the Bloody Valentine

Chapter Nine : It's a Beautiful (if not good-looking) Life

I was storming down the halls, my figure practically drenched in anger, and I'm pretty sure it was wafting off of me in tidal waves. Yet my eyes were only looking for one white-eared head that had spilled the beans to a once uninvolved Katana.

I found InuYasha talking with Hojou. Well, actually InuYasha was talking and chuckling, while Hojou was cowering and threatening to piss his pants. How intriguing.

"IN...YU...YA...SHA!" I stomped over to him, and pointed my index finger at his nose.

"Hi?" He whispered meekly, his ears drooped slightly.

"Don't `hi' me! I know what you did!"

"I thought I already told you what I did..." He was mumbling, but I could tell he was thinking hard to remember if he had told me or not.

"Yes, you told Katana ALL about my..." I suddenly noticed Hojou was listening, so I pushed InuYasha into the broom closet and slammed the door firmly behind me.

It was pitch black inside the closet, and a part of me was scared, but anger quickly overran my fear.

I stabbed at him with my index finger, and spoke in a low, angry whisper.

"Look what you've done! Now Katana knows all about us but also all about our plan!"

"You didn't want her to know?"

"Did I tell you I did?!"

"I don't know...Lemme think..."

"NO, InuYasha. I didn't."

"Oh. Sorry."

"DAMN right you should be sorry! Now, what else did you tell her? She said you had a bad childhood or whatever. How come you told her before you even told me?"

"...I'd never told anybody."

"Exactly! So why Katana for god's sake! Why not me, your potential wife!"

Now, I don't know how that slipped out of my mouth, but it did, and the dark closet was quiet for a second. I think InuYasha was either blushing or gagging. But, thanks to the silence I could tell it wasn't the latter.

"InuYasha?..."

"Kagome, do you really...want to be...my...you know...mate? I mean, your mother hates me and all..."

"Oh, don't worry about Ma, she's got a lot on her hands and me having a stalker isn't helping at all-"I shrugged into the darkness.

"A Stalker?! What the-Kagome, you never told me! How can I protect you if you don't tell me?"

"I never thought of it! And why would you want to protect "little old me" anyways!" I had made little quotation marks with my fingers; though I don't know why I bothered since I couldn't even see InuYasha.

"BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO BE MY MATE!" He practically screamed.

The comeback I had had ready wilted and died in my throat. He thought of me that way? As his...wife? Wait...mate. Yeah, that's what he called it. But he was a dog demon so that would make me...?

"You're calling me your BITCH?!"

My mother always told me that no matter what you tell me; be it a compliment or a question, I could twist it around to make it an insult, which I had the habit of doing whenever I let my anger gain control. It's a defense mechanism. At least I believe so anyway. But right then it felt like such a terrible character trait; I mean there's InuYasha, literally confessing his undying love for me, and all I do is care about what the British (or whomever) call a dog's mate! I felt terrible after I said that, and I slapped my hand over my mouth. I heard his uncomfortable shuffle of his feet and suddenly light flooded the small closet. It was InuYasha. He slammed open the closet door, lighting up the place, and stormed off, his eyes hidden by his bangs that had covered them because of his downward head.

A sharp pang of undeniable guilt stung my heart, and I chased after him.

"InuYasha! I didn't mean it!" I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. Or tried to anyway. I mean, he is so much taller than me...

His golden eyes looked glazed with tears, and I hugged his chest. He was so shocked he didn't have a chance to hug back. I spoke shakily into his school uniform.

"InuYasha...I...I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it. But, I don't know why I said it...or, why I always yell at you...call you stupid...and all that. But, if you meant what you said...and you want me...I'm happy...for it...I'm happy for...us." I hid my face deeper into his chest, embarrassed and wanting to hide my blush, and also partially afraid because this might be the last time I could hug him.

He wrapped his arms tightly around me, and I had never felt so complete. I felt like; as my mother said once, "Like shards of a jewel pieced back together...I've never felt so complete." I smiled into his chest.

"Kagome...I did mean it...and I..." He chuckled, "I kinda like it when you yell at me...it makes me feel like...like I'm married already..." He smiled.

I looked up at him.

"So...we're still gonna get that bastard?"

"Affirmative....bitch." He smiled mischievously.

I smiled too, and knowing the only thing that could make this moment better, I kissed him.

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A/N: Awwww, just some added fluff that I figured my story needed. Sorry about the length, but I'm a busy girl! Work work work. So, please review and vote for whom you think is/should be the stalker! And don't forget to spread the word about this fanfiction!

Thanks for reading, and Katana loves you! (well not literally...she just loves you're reviews.)

Ja ne.

-Katana