InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Revelations ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

 BEEP, BEEP, BEEP,BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP……..
Inuyasha was in hell. ‘What the FUCK IS THAT!?’ Somewhere in the back of his sleep clouded mind, he realized that the horrifying noise was that damned “alarm clock” thingy similar to the last one the crazy bitch went ballistic about him breaking…or maybe it was the one before that…shit, he’d lost count of how many of those things he’d actually smashed, but, ‘What the hell, why break with tradition?’. He had every intention of mangling this one, too.
Inuyasha plastered his ears to his skull and, with a snarl, barely cracked open his eyes to look for the beeping beast. He lunged forward with the outstretched claws of his left hand to grab for the alarm on the nightstand, but his plans of throwing it out the window were foiled by the startled “OOMPH!”  he heard as his body rolled over on top of another body in the process… a very confused, very soft, very familiar body.
 Inuyasha reared back and scurried across what little bed space separated him from said body with enough force to crash into the wall behind him.
‘Kagome?’ Inside he was panicking as his current location dawned on him. ‘ I was sleeping WITH KAGOME?’ OH, FUCK, SHE’S GONNA “SIT” ME STRAIGHT THROUGH EVERY LAYER OF HELL THERE IS!’
He cringed back against the wall and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, preparing for the worst. It never came. He tentatively popped open any eye to look at her.
Kagome rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up to glare him straight in the face, clearly not a happy camper.  “How many FRIGGIN’ TIMES do I have to show you how to hit the button to turn it off!? I swear, I’m gonna have to spend my entire college fund just to replace each one of these damn things you break!”
Inuyasha was never more confused in his life than in that moment. He just woke up cuddled up to Kagome like a child cradling his favorite toy, and all she was bitching about was the alarm clock? Where was her usual, somewhat prudish sense of propriety? Where were the ‘Sits” he’d been counting on?
As if to answer his unspoken questions, Kagome poked a finger into his chest and snapped “And another thing… If you want to sleep on the bed, then fine. It’s not like it’s a big deal, or anything. But next time, DON’T HOG IT! I need my beauty sleep, too, ya know. And quit cowering against the wall like that! Jeez, you act like I’m gonna bite you or something…”
Inuyasha struggled to rein in the perverted thoughts that pranced gleefully about in his mind in response to her “bite” comment, but the reality of what else she’d said caused everything to grind to a screeching halt.   ‘Wait a minute. Did she just say what I think she said? She doesn’t care if I sleep in her bed with her? I must be losing my fucking mind! She can’t have just said that!’  Inuyasha’s scattered thoughts tumbled around madly in his addled mind as he tried desperately to comprehend the wench’s behavior. He continued to stare stupidly at the girl that was currently trying to purify him with her eyes for waking her up so abruptly.
Truth be told, Kagome was in a little snit. First of all, no one ever accused her of being a morning person, and everyone that knew her well was aware that Kagome’s usually sunny disposition never made an appearance before 9:00am. Souta had even once gone as far as to point out that, if the Inu gang was so desperate to defeat Naraku, all they had to do was wake Kagome up from a sound sleep in his presence and let nature take its course. However, this time, there was another reason for her foul mood. She was lying there having the best dream. Inuyasha was holding her tightly to him under a starry sky and confessing his undying love for her. The dream seemed so realistic to her that Kagome could almost swear she could feel his embrace and smell his intoxicating woodsy scent all around her. Then, just as his lips were hovering over hers for a kiss, the real Inuyasha had to go ahead and ruin the moment by waking her up and crushing her half to death.
‘Jerk!’
 Out loud, she stated “I have to get ready for school. Go down and see if Mama’s got breakfast started yet, and try to stay out of trouble.” Kagome gave him another withering glance, then threw her legs over the side of the bed and stumbled over to her closet to retrieve her school uniform. She turned and rummaged through her dresser to get out her necessary undergarments and stalked off to the bathroom, grumbling incoherently under her breath the whole time.
Inuyasha heaved an audible sigh of relief. ‘At least she didn’t “sit” me. That could have gone worse, I guess.’
‘It could have gone better, too, you know. I’m sure you could have thought of more pleasant ways to wake her up, after all…’
Inuyasha groaned. ‘ I thought I told you last night to fuck off! It’s too damn early to be dealing with you.’
‘Hey, I’m just sayin’…’
The smells of bacon and sausage wafting up from downstairs drew his attention. All inner battles aside, Inuyasha and the voice called a truce in favor of searching out the source of those heavenly scents.
Kagome joined her family and Inuyasha in the kitchen shortly after. She gratefully accepted the plate of breakfast that Annika held out to her and sat at the table next to Inuyasha, whom Kagome noted, appeared to be inhaling his food rather than engaging in the formality of chewing it.  She rolled her eyes and began to eat her own breakfast. Kagome saw the clawed hand sneaking over toward her plate from the side and reached out to swat at it, to no avail.
Inuyasha barked out a short laugh of triumph and stuffed her portion of bacon whole into his mouth. Kagome frowned and reached up to tug on his ear in retaliation and said “Quit picking at my plate, you pig!”  
“Ow!”  Inuyasha yelped in pain and flicked Kagome hard on the nose. Her eyes drifted comically into a cross eyed position as she focused on the throbbing tip of her nose.
 Annika watched the pair with a weary sigh and decided that an intervention was in order to keep the banter from escalating into an all out brawl. “Children! There’s no time for that this morning! Kagome, you need to get going or you’re going to be late.” Kagome snatched up her backback, slid into her shoes and strode out the door into the courtyard beyond.
Inuyasha followed Kagome out the door and to the shrine steps to see her off.
“What do you plan on doing while I’m gone?”
Inuyasha flicked a thumb over his shoulder toward the house. “I’ll probably see if the old man needs help with anything today.”
“Alright, just try not to smash anything this time. There’s only so much his heart can take.”
Inuyasha was offended. He pointed a claw into Kagome’s face. “I’ll have you know that the only time I smash anything is when you use that fucking “sit” command on me! And, furthermore…” His tirade was cut short by Annika leaning out the door and shouting “Kagome! Remember, you have rehearsal after school today!”
“Okay! Thank you, Mama.” Kagome turned back to Inuyasha to find that he looked even more outraged than before.  “You mean you have to stay longer at that ‘skool’ thing of yours today? Aren’t you there long enough already?”
Kagome rolled her eyes. “Look, Inuyasha, if it bothers you that much, you can come meet me after school, IF you wear the clothes and hat that Mama bought you, and IF you promise to behave.”
“Fuck that! I hate those clothes and I ALWAYS behave!”
“Oh? So, that wasn’t you I saw on the news that time? I don’t think swinging your sword around in front of HALF OF TOKYO AS BEHAVING YOURSELF!!!!”
“Swinging my sword…” Inuyasha let out a dirty snicker. Kagome groaned in frustration and yanked on his forelocks. “Focus, Pervert! Like I said, you can come if you wear the clothes. If I see anything otherwise, I’ll “s—“your ass back to the Feudal Era, understand?”
“Feh.” Inuyasha looked away and crossed his arms over his chest.  
Kagome chuckled dryly. “I’ll take that as a “yes”. Now quit pouting before your face freezes that way.”
Her eyes took on a playful sparkle as she reached up to lightly rub one of the cranky hanyou’s ears. Despite his desire to stay mad at her, Inuyasha’s eyes slid closed as he leaned into her touch and let out a contented growl. Kagome giggled and continued her ministrations for a few more seconds before reluctantly letting her hand slide back down to her side.
“Alright, I really do have to go now.” She started to walk down the stone stairway to the street below, but hesitated after descending the first step. She called over her shoulder “Inuyasha? I’ll see you after school, right?”
She couldn’t see the small smile that crept up on his face, but his voice held more warmth than before. “Yeah, Kagome. I’ll be there.”
Kagome’s smile was brilliant.
“Okay”.

She raced down the remainder of the steps and down the block to catch the bus to school.
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It was official; Inuyasha was bored.
And when he got bored, bad things often happened and things got broken.
 Take for instance, the lock on Kagome’s desk drawer, the most recent casualty of Inuyasha’s boredom.
The day had started out innocently enough. Inuyasha really did go see if the old man needed any help, but the old fart declared that he was going out to meet with a friend instead of working at the shrine that day. Inuyasha even offered to help Annika around the house; however, she insisted that he take the time to rest. Annika suggested that Inuyasha use Kagome’s bed to take a nap, giving him a sly wink that left Inuyasha with an uneasy sense of suspicion that she knew all about last night’s sleeping arrangements. Feeling totally betrayed by the somewhat violent blush that suddenly heated his cheeks, Inuyasha did what he does best when faced with embarrassment…he sputtered his trademark “Keh!” and fled to the safety of the Goshiboku to sulk.

A short while later, Inuyasha found himself to be restless and in desperate need of entertainment. He paced back and forth with catlike grace on the wide branch that served as his current perch as he weighed his options. Briefly, he considered going back down through the well to pick a fight with the first random demon he ran into (hopefully the mangy wolf or his arrogant fucktard of a brother), but logic overrode his desire when he realized that he would have a hard time explaining any new injuries to Kagome.

‘Hah! I can just hear the bitch now,’ his thoughts mocked Kagome’s lecturing tone, ‘“I told you to BEHAVE YOURSELF!” ’ Inuyasha’s eyes darted around, the sudden guilt of mocking her, even in the privacy of his thoughts, inciting a sense of paranoia born of one too many involuntary face plants into the ground. Inuyasha brushed off the feeling and moved on.

With his first option now out of the question, Inuyasha’s thoughts turned to more devious pursuits. If he couldn’t work off his energy by fighting, why not have some fun snooping through Kagome’s room? After all, it WAS just sitting there, unattended, and FULL of those lacy little underclothes thingies that she insisted on wearing but refused to let anyone see.
‘Why the hell does she bother matching those things if no one sees them anyway… Feh, women…’
If those things were just lying around somewhere in there, what other treasures would he find? Inuyasha let his wild imagination spur him on to leap up to her window and slip through.
He crept over to the closet first and eased open the doors. After rifling through the various modern (and shockingly revealing) garments hung there, Inuyasha resolved to find Kagome the ugliest, baggiest, most god awful set of kimono and hakama he could muster up in the Feudal Era and force her to wear it everywhere, regardless of which time period she was in.
‘Ah, who are you kidding anyway? Kagome could make a grain sack look sexy, and besides, you’d probably die if you couldn’t cop a feel of those silky thighs when you’re carrying her in that short skirt of hers…’
For once, Inuyasha and the voice were in complete agreement.
He managed to find Kagome’s underwear drawer next, and truth be told, did find rummaging around in it very amusing. Inuyasha made sure to take a careful mental inventory of his favorite sets for future reference (Miroku wasn’t the only one with voyeuristic tendencies). He turned his attentions to Kagome’s desk next.
Not expecting to find much of interest in there, Inuyasha slid the drawers partially open to reveal the usual boring shit that he cared nothing about: notebooks, pencils and other stationary supplies. Inuyasha was surprised; however, when he tried to open the top center drawer and found it locked.
‘Huh, wonder what the sneaky wench is hiding in here…’ A burning curiosity overrode his general regard for privacy, and Inuyasha yanked the drawer forward to snap the lock before his self preservation instincts forced him to reconsider the idea.
The first thing that Inuyasha found was a pile of pictures. He plopped down into Kagome’s desk chair and started to flip through the stack. The first few pictures were obviously taken before Kagome’s 15th birthday since she still possessed that skinny, somewhat awkward appearance that young adolescent girls seemed to have. In those shots, Kagome was with those three pushy girls that Inuyasha met once, and she was laughing at something unseen. Inuyasha found himself to be slightly envious of whatever had made her eyes shine like that, filled with the rich, carefree glow he’d come to crave so much over the years of being with her. Sometimes, it seemed he would do anything to incite that glow in her eyes, like flying through the treetops with her clinging to his back in an effort to defy gravity itself. Sure, her squeals sometimes hurt his sensitive ears, but the look in her eyes when he set her down on her feet was enough to ignite an unfamiliar, yet tantalizing warmth throughout his body.
Inuyasha growled involuntarily at the next snapshot he came upon. That dipshit boy (‘Whazziz name…Hoho? Hobo? Ah, who gives a fuck!’) had his arm wrapped around Kagome’s shoulders as the two faced the camera head on. Inuyasha was satisfied to note that his favorite gleam was absent from her eyes in that photo; if anything, Kagome appeared to be mildly uncomfortable.  
The last portion of the pile of pictures consisted of photos that Kagome had taken of the Inu gang in the Feudal Era. In one, Sango and Miroku posed together in front of Kaede’s hut. Apparently, Miroku must have just fondled Sango’s ass prior to the picture being taken, since he had a perfectly outlined red handprint tattooed on his face. That didn’t stop his flirtatious grin for the camera, though. Inuyasha marveled over the fact that the houshi hadn’t yet sustained severe brain damage from the years of frequent beatings he’d received for his lecherous habits.
 ‘At the very least, by now I would have thought someone would have tried to shove that “cursed” hand so far up his ass that he would be waving hello from his throat.’
Inuyasha was mildly ashamed to note that, in most of the photos containing him, he wore the fiercest scowl on his face.
‘Wow! Am I really that much of an asshole all the time? How does Kagome stand me?’
Not wanting to answer his own question, Inuyasha decided to put the pictures to the side for now and continue to look through the drawer. The next item that he pulled out was a small book with leather like cover. He recognized the book as one that, during their travels, Kagome sometimes pulled out of her backpack when she thought no one was watching and scribbled furiously in. A cursory glance at the first few pages revealed it to be her journal.
‘Ah, this is gonna be fun.’ A positively evil smile lit up his face.
He opened the pages and began to read the first entry with keen interest… Kagome’s account of the day they met. Inuyasha let out a loud guffaw in response to her first impressions of him:
“He kept calling me Kikyou and tried to KILL me!  Can you believe that? I set him free and HE TRIED TO KILL ME! I can’t believe that someone so gorgeous could be SUCH an asshole! Still, those adorable ears almost make up for it all… I wish I could play with ‘em all day long.”
An unexpected knock on Kagome’s bedroom door sent Inuyasha flying into a sheer panic. In a flurry of movement, he shoved the journal and pictures roughly back into the drawer and slammed it shut.
“Inuyasha?” Annika’s sweet voice drifted through the closed door. “Kagome just called. She should be done with rehearsal soon, if you were still planning on meeting her.”
‘Shit! Was it that late already? Time sure does fly when you’re having fun. I guess I’ll just pick up where I left off tomorrow…’
To disguise his true activities, Inuyasha rumpled his haori and hair slightly to give off the impression that he had, in fact, been sleeping. He opened the bedroom door a bit with a forced yawn and accepted the bundle of clothing that Annika handed to him.
Ah, modern clothing. How Inuyasha despised it, but Kagome wouldn’t let him out of the confines of the shrine grounds without it anymore. She adamantly insisted that he attracted too much attention in his fire rat robes.
Inuyasha slid on a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt with a strange logo on the front. Kagome found some sort of perverse pleasure in not revealing to him that the front of the t-shirt, in fact, said “Beware of Dog” in English. If he’d known, he would have torn the damn thing to shreds.
At the door, Inuyasha donned the worst part of the ensemble… the shoes. Since he threw the world’s largest temper tantrum the first time Kagome tried to get him into a pair of sneakers, she had to settle for coercing him into wearing sandals with several threats of sitting him until his back broke. This era’s preoccupation with footwear in public was yet another reason Inuyasha hated Kagome’s time.
 Shouting a quick goodbye to Annika, Inuyasha pulled the black baseball cap down low over his ears and raced out the door in the direction of Kagome’s school.