InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Raya, Dode, Ahava ❯ The Day I Met You ( Chapter 1 )

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Chapter 1~

The Day I Met You

 

Love is complicated. Today we use the word `love' to describe a lot of things. “I love ice cream.” “I love to paint.” “I love my cat.” “I love my parents.” “I would love to hit you.” “I love my spouse.” What is the definition of the word `love?' Way back when they were better with words. In Hebrew there are three words that make up the one English word for love: Raya, Dode, and Ahava. You put them all together and you have real true love. Just what do they each mean? Some familiar faces are about to find out.

 

Come live with me, and be my love,

And we will all the pleasures prove

That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,

Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

 

And we will sit upon the rocks,

Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks

By shallow rivers, to whose falls

Melodious birds sing madrigals.

 

And I will make thee beds of roses,

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle,

Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.

 

A gown made of the finest wool

Which from our pretty lambs we pull,

Fair linéd slippers for the cold,

With buckles of the purest gold.

 

A belt of straw and ivy buds,

With coral clasps and amber studs,

And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with me, and be my love.

 

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing

For thy delight each May morning.

If these delights thy mind may move,

Then live with me and by my love.

 

“The Passionate Shepherd to His Love”

~Christopher Marlowe

 

~.•:'`-*-'`:•.~

 

Another Monday morning in August, a tall and lean, but also muscular, man lay tangled in his bead linens. His hair slipped down his bare shoulders and over his face in response to his two fuzzy dog-ears twitching back in an attempt to muffle the piercing blare of his alarm clock. Inuyasha rolled his way out of bed, hit the floor with a dull thud he hoped would wake his downstairs neighbors, and turned off the offending alarm clock. He was too tired to open his eyes, but his ears swiveling back and forth informed him that no one else was awake yet. Granted, his roommate could sleep through a tornado and never know the difference. It was still dark out with no hint of the approaching morning and there was no force strong enough in the world to make this stubborn hanyou want to go to school.

 

That is, except one.

 

Inuyasha grinned groggily as he picked himself up off the floor in preparation for a brisk shower. “Kikyou,” he mumbled to himself in his deep, rumbling morning voice weighted down by the disuse of his vocal cords. She was perfect. Inuyasha had never fallen for a girl before like he had Kikyou. She was the reason that he got out of bed every morning. She was the only reason he tolerated staying at the good-for-nothing college that he was currently enrolled in.

 

Inuyasha had contemplated dropping out of college back the year before when he was a sophomore. In fact, Inuyasha was packing his bags when she walked in his front door and into his life. He was just moments away from driving away and she was lost, he remembered. She stood there, her long, straight, dark hair pulled back reveling eyes that conveyed the determination she had to convince Inuyasha that she was, in fact, in the right spot. The thought of Kikyou's deliberate attitude made Inuyasha chuckle. She pretended that she knew exactly where she was going. Kikyou always had that air about her. It was like she knew exactly what she was doing and exactly how and when she wanted to.

 

Inuyasha walked out his front door and down the dark silent hall. His soft footsteps were the only sound of life in the building. No one takes 8 am classes if he or she can avoid it. It just so happened that Inuyasha couldn't. It still caused little scowl lines to appear on his forehead when he remembered the long, drawn-out battle he had over his schedule. Inuyasha sighed and allowed his ears to droop just a bit from their usual alert position. At least this way he has lunch with her.

 

It was funny how they didn't get along at first. Kikyou and Inuyasha were totally repulsed by each other for the longest time it felt like. It wasn't until the day that he found her studying by herself that he realized that he had feelings for the girl. She addressed him when he thought she didn't notice him. He didn't say anything back, but it wasn't long before he could call the raven-haired beauty his.

 

The cold water hit Inuyasha full force, causing his tiny goose bumps to multiply in size and number. Inuyasha was definitely awake now. At least it wouldn't take long for the frigid water to soon warm up. Another reason to wake up at this unreasonable hour included no waiting time for showers and his fill of hot water.

 

The past year had been amazing. They spent every day together. Inuyasha quickly fell in love with everything about her. She made up his entire world. He couldn't even dream of a day without her. Of course, he had never said any of this. Inuyasha and Kikyou never really talked about it. He had never had a serious relationship before and saying “I love you” definitely seemed like a bad idea. Kikyou seemed to shy away from talking about their relationship; however, she did make one thing clear. Kikyou wanted to marry Inuyasha. She said it once and they never spoke of it again. It didn't matter, though. He knew that she must really care about him so he left it alone. He just knew that one day, when the time was right, he would share his true feelings with her.

 

Inuyasha turned off the shower and the goose bumps that had faded into his rough skin painfully returned. He dried and dressed, grabbed his books from his dorm, and set off for his first class.

 

Inuyasha half dozed, half took notes during his first two classes of the day. Most of the mornings were always a blur to him anyway. He would find out what he learned later when he reread his notes or lack thereof, but now it was time for lunch and lunch meant two things: food and Kikyou. Ah, yes. These thoughts put a spring in the boy's step and that quirky smirk on his face. Inuyasha picked up his pace to the dining hall as he thought about the two best things in the world awaiting him there.

 

Kikyou glanced up and saw the hanyou walking toward her with that smirk on his face and a tray with enough food to please any third world nation in his hands. She beamed at him and glanced back down to the book she was reading as he took his usual seat next to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a quick squeeze. Kikyou kept her charcoal eyes on her book but turned her head to receive the customary kiss.

 

“Hey,” she said airily as she smiled at him, turning her gaze to him quickly before planting them firmly back into the book.

 

“Hey, yourself,” the boy joked back. “You know, if you do that too much your face will stick that way.”

 

“Stick like what? From reading?” Kikyou's tinkling laughter never failed to bring that goofy grin to his face. He had to admit, her constant reading was a bit annoying to him, but he would have to let it slide for now. Kikyou was majoring in pre-medicine, but her minor was British Literature, her true love. She had almost no time to do her reading due to all her labs and classes for her major, so Inuyasha had grown accustomed to seeing her always buried in some ancient book. Besides, he knew that if it came down to choosing which one she liked more he hoped she would pick a living being over words.

 

“What are you reading?”

 

“Shakespearian and Spenserian love sonnets,” the girl replied back coolly as her fork prodded distractedly at her barely touched salad.

 

“Do they tell you to starve yourself? You hardly eat anything. It's no wonder you're so skinny!” Inuyasha always chided her on not eating enough. She was just absent minded when she read and feeding her soul seemed to be more of a priority than sustaining her body.

 

“Actually, in a way they do, what with telling women to marry young before they get to be old hags. If I'm not skinny and beautiful, how will I ever find a nice man to marry me? Besides, don't you like having skinny arm candy?”

 

This was routine for the two as they playfully bantered back and forth. Time slipped away from them as they got lost in each other's smile, and soon they were on the verge of being late to their next classes. With a peck they said good-bye and made a promise of reuniting that evening.

 

Inuyasha sighed after he blew her a kiss and watched her walk away with her nose rubbing away at the ink of a book again. Yes, he was definitely whipped. Blowing kisses, love sonnets, what would the boy give in to next?

 

~.•:'`-*-'`:•.~

 

Kagome breathed in. She was awake five minutes before her alarm would go off, as usual, but she enjoyed this time to relax before the rotation of the world would force her to get up or risk being late to class.

 

She was just weeks into her freshman year in college and she loved every second of it. Her friends from high school, though they had followed her to college, had spread apart and Kagome greatly enjoyed meeting new people. She especially enjoyed meeting one certain individual.

 

It was only her first week when she bumped into him. He was walking around with a bunch of his friends and she was more than lost. He took her to her classroom and made up some obvious lie about it being his class, too. He sat through the entire class despite the strange looks the professor kept shooting him. No guy ever gave her attention like him, and was a junior! More than she could have even hoped for! His long hair, sweet smile, and piercing eyes were slowly starting to warm her over. Just last week they hung out in the student center together. The film club was putting on a movie in there and they had `accidentally' met up there. It got late and Kagome was exhausted. One of the last moments she remembered was looking up at the clock. It was 11:11. Feeling rather childish, she couldn't pass up the opportunity. She made a wish. Maybe she would find out what that cute boy sitting next to her felt about her. As Kagome started to drift off, she felt fingers timidly prodding her own. Confused, she looked at the person poking her, but his eyes were resolutely set on the screen. Finally, the fingers gained confidence and linked with her fingers. Now she understood clearly. By the end of the movie she was fast asleep with her head on his shoulder and one of his arms wrapped firmly around her waist.

 

Kagome giggled. Kouga was sweet like that. So, she figured he must like her, but what happens next? Kagome, although she was very pretty, had never had a boyfriend before. Do people in college actually have boyfriends, or do they just date? She figured she would find out soon enough.

 

Besides the boy side to campus life, Kagome was also starting one friendship she hoped would last a lifetime. Sure, she knew that becoming friends with all these upperclassmen would probably turn out for the worst once they had to graduate, but did age really matter any more now that they were in college?

 

Her alarm clock finally rang. The ringing sound urged her out of bed and coaxed her into the shower to get ready.

 

After a quick shower, breakfast, and her first two classes of the morning, Kagome returned to her dorm room. A small white piece of paper was taped to her door. Upon closer inspection, she discovered it had her name written on it in what she could only guess what supposed to be fancy handwriting. Perhaps the writer just had a hand cramp? She opened it up. It took her a moment, but she finally deciphered the mess.

 

Kagome,

Would you please do me the honor of meeting me this afternoon on the benches by the green? I'll be there at 3:30.

 

-Kouga

 

So, was this it? She stood and thought about it a second. Didn't matter! She was excited! Kagome bounced around in place a moment doing her happy dance before trying to enter her dorm enthusiastically. She forgot the door was locked. She could only hope her forehead would not bruise before her hot date tonight on by the green. Down, but not out, Kagome took a second to find her key and unlock the door before attempting, once again, to enter enthusiastically.

 

Kagome managed to keep the rest of her day door-free, but nothing could keep her attention on her schoolwork. All day she could do nothing but dream of the blue-eyed babe who was requesting her attendance at the benches by the green. It replayed over and over again in her head, “at the benches by the green.” She sighed. He was so romantic! She didn't know anyone else who had quite the same way with words.

 

It was 3:15. Kagome was on the phone with her new friend, Sango. Sango was doing what she could for the excited girl.

 

“But what if he is just trying to tell me that we're not really anything!” Kagome tried to think of other possibilities so she did not get her hopes up.

 

“If he wanted to tell you that, he would have told you in the note like a typical male!” Sango comforted with less than sympathetic words. They had been over this at least five times already. Sango was well aware of the game they were playing. She also knew Kouga quite well and the outcome of their meeting tonight was more than obvious. “Look, it's getting close to the time he wanted you to meet him. You better go! What will he think if you're late?”

 

“You're right! I'm sorry. I'll call you later, okay?” Kagome grinned into the phone. This was the start of a wonderful friendship.

 

“You better! Tell me what happens as soon as you get back! Good luck!” Sango hung up and smiled to herself. It was like being back in high school again. She really did like Kagome. Maybe they would end up being closer than she originally thought, perhaps even best friends.

 

Kagome walked slowly to the green, her stomach full of butterflies. As she approached the benches from behind, she saw him sitting on a bench sitting sideways and looking the other way. When she got closer she realized he was looking away with quite a lot of determination and a slight blush. As she arrived directly in front of him, he turned and looked at her.

 

“You came,” he said with a wolfish grin.

 

“Of course,” she blushed back at him.

 

“Let's make this quick,” he didn't stand up, but kept his eyes locked with hers. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

 

Kagome was instantly struck paralyzed. Her feet wouldn't budge, her lips wouldn't move, and she felt light headed. No matter how hard she tried, her vocal cords wouldn't work. The silence grew longer and more awkward. Do something, Kagome! Talk, faint, breathe, do anything! She nodded like an idiot in response to his question. Now her head wouldn't stop. She was like a bobble head doll.

 

Thankfully her new boyfriend saved the situation. Kouga stood up and hugged her. She managed to stop nodding long enough to avoid forehead collision. Suddenly unfrozen, Kagome raised her arms and hugged him back. She had never felt so safe before. He gave her a squeeze and pulled her back to look into her eyes.

 

“I want to see you. Tonight, if you can. My friends are all going out to this music club. It's pretty cool. There are coffee and music and poetry readings there. Will you come?”

 

In order to avoid another quite possibly disastrous situation, Kagome found her voice and replied, “I would love to.”

 

 

 

A/N: Please let me know if you like it! Thanks for reading!