InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Serendipity ❯ Confrontation ( Chapter 3 )

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

I'm really becoming addicted to this story, so it may be getting a bit more attention at the moment than my other story, "Intertwined."
I really wanted to try a deeper, more psychological story, and thus, this story came to me.

InuYasha may be a bit OOC, I've made him a bit more dramatic, or so he will be for a little while.

I'm not getting many reviews, sadly, but this chapter is for those who are reviewing, and I sincerely appreciate it.

No one like to write a story in vain, so just thought I'd throw that out there.

Anywho, enjoy!

:D


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'Thank God, the very last class of the day,' The hanyou thought, just before nearing the Biochemistry room. The halls were incredibly crowded, and luckily, he had no trouble finding this class. His eyes still fixed on his schedule, he felt someone roughly bump into him, nearly knocking him over. When he looked up, he was met with a human boy, with light green eyes, and long brown hair. He held a smirk. "Watch where you're going, half breed." InuYasha scowled, and swore inwardly.

'I will not give this bastard the attention he is so desperately seeking.'

He simply exhaled and walked past him. The boy chuckled. "Ya, must suck to be half of two different things, huh? Technically, that means no one will accept you. Pfft, your life must be hell. I'd rather be all of one thing, than two parts of noth-" Before the boy could finish his statement, InuYasha gripped his shirt, lifting him off of the ground, a sickening look in his eyes.

"Do you think I give a shit what you have to say? A mere mortal? I've heard it all before, how about you be more fuckin' creative?"

The human gulped nervously, and a crowd began to form around them. Seeing the people, he huffed and roughly dropped the boy, and turned on his heel, going the direction to his class. The crowd began whispering, so InuYasha flattened his ears against his head, straining to block them out. As he did, his eyes landed on a lone figure standing in the doorway of his class, eyeing him. His golden eyes met beryl colored ones.

'Kagome...'

Her expression told him that she had witnessed what had transpired between him and that human. Her eyes held an unfamiliar ache, and for some reason, it bothered him. She was clutching the door frame rather tightly. In fact, he could see her nails digging into it, as if she were worried. Her thin brows furrowed together slightly, and she wouldn't take those beautiful eyes off of him. It gave him chills.

'Damnit, what the hell is she looking at?

Without offering her any words, he walked straight past her into the classroom and silently took a seat. She continued to watch him for a moment, before taking a seat opposite the room. Obviously, they had the same 7th period, but she was across the room, so that relieved him.



The class went by relatively fast, and before he knew it, he was walking on the sidewalk on his way home. It was raining again, so he thought he'd walk instead of taking the bus, savoring the wet drops that pelted against his warm skin, cooling him. His house was about 45 minutes away on foot, but he enjoyed the excercise. This peacefulness, his sense of calm would no longer be present when he got home. He scolwed at the thought. His dad would ruin any bit of happiness that InuYasha scarcely had.

'Not that I'm even happy. The only time I ever was, was when Mother was here..'

Trees shook violently, and the sky was getting much darker than it normally should have at such an early time in the afternoon. He inhaled, taking in the raw scent of the drenched enviorment. "A storm is coming," he whispered, to no one inparticular. His ears began to twinge rapidly, many sounds entering them at once.
He gazed at three shcool girls across the street, shrieking at the rain. "Ugh, my hair is going to be totally drenched! I told you we should have taken the bus, Yura!" He heard one of them say. The girl called Yura shrugged .She had eyes the shade of blood, and short dark hair. He noticed the flimsy clothes all three wore, as if begging for attention. He grimaced.

'Friggin' disgusting.'

They were quite busty, and nothing was wrong with that, but it didn't mean the entire world wanted to gawk at them.

"Well, sorrrrrrry! I didn't think it would be pouring like this!" Yura defended, tugging at her short skirt. She looked up to see a pair of mesmerzing, auburn eyes watching her. She smirked, thinking she had attracted his attention. And hey, he sure as hell was cute. "You like what you see?" She called, pulling her shirt down slightly, leaning forward, giving him a better view of her chest.

He sneered.

"Not in the least."

Her mouth was left agape, and her two friends began to giggle.

"Looks like even you can't always get what you want, Yura," one of them snickered. She scowled at them.

"Oh, I have no desire to be with him. Look at those ears. Only a half breed would have those. Good thing I'm not interested," she called, loud enough for him to hear. He merely shrugged his shoulders and muttered a "whatever," and continued to walk, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He tilted his head upward, toward the sky to feel the droplets coat his face. His eyes were shut, and he looked nothing short of angelic. Yura huffed at his nonchalant attitude and stormed off, her friends following after her. Not much later, he was at his front door step, pulling out his key from his pocket.

The Takahashi home was quite large, holding five bedrooms and three bathrooms. His father had been a success, perpetually holding an innocent facade. His co workers only knew him as a "great" father, and indeed a family man. InuYasha huffed, and opened the wooden door, causing it to creak slightly. It was unusually quiet, so the hanyou sighed in relief, thinking he was alone. He slipped off his wet shoes and walked into the kitchen, only to stop and see his father standing by the counter, sorting through the mail.

'Crap.'

The older man's eyes drifted to his son, while holding a mug to his lips. "You're late," he said sternly, no longer gracing him with his eyes, as they traveled back to the mail. "And soaked." The hanyou yanked on his collar nervously and slowly walked forward.


"I uh, I walked home. Needed some fresh air."

His father stuffed the mail into the drawer, setting his mug down. He faced his son and crossed his arms, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"Considering that you are nothing more than a portion of an authentic demon, I guess I cannot expect even insignificant things from you."

InuYasha was completely numb. He had grown numb so many years ago, so his father's words had little to no effect on him anymore. Still, it did piss him off. He clinched his fists tightly, and bit the inside of his cheek, trying his best to watch his words. The only thing that prevented him from giving the demon a piece of his mind was the fact that he needed somewhere to live, at least until college. Izayoi had saved a trust fund for him, thank Kami, or else he might have never been able to even attend college.

'Dad sure as hell wouldn't pay for it.'

InuTaisho waved his hand in the air. "Off with you. I'm starting to feel nauseous just from the sight of you." InuYasha silently walked upstairs into his room, his fists becoming even tighter than before. He shut his door and fell on top of his bed, inhaling rather loudly. A bolt of lighting shot through the sky, followed by thunder. He exhaled, the sound soothing him. His room was painted a very dark red, and was a decent size. He only had his bed, his desk and a closet in it, which was fine with him. His comforter was black and red, his favorite colors. His eyes slowly shut, recalling his first day of school. 'The only class I have to even worry about is Psychology.. I better finish that packet.' He slowly sat up and reached for his backpack, taking out he and Kagome's work. He stared at her handwriting, watching how she did every curve of every letter.

'At least the girl's handwriting is legible.'

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"Mom? You here?" Kagome called, closing the door behind her. She balanced herself against the frame as she slid off her shoes and made her way toward the kitchen. "Yes, Dear! In the kitchen!" She heard her mother call back. A delicious smell reached Kagome's nose, and she practically felt saliva forming in the corner of her mouth. She walked in and sat at the table, her mom's back to her, stirring something over the stove. "Geez, Mom, that smells great! What is it?" Her mother turned to face her, wearing a casual smile.

"It's ozaku! By the way, how was school today?"

Kagome grinned at the meal of choice.

"S' ok."

"Nothing out of the ordinary?"

Kagome thought for a moment, remembering today's events, and sighed.

"Nothing worth mentioning."
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He hadn't been early the next day. The storm from the day before caused a slight power outage, reseting his alarm clock. He had raced around the house, getting his supplies together. He was praying to Kami that he wouldn't miss the bus. He had run to the bus stop, only to see it fading into the disatnce. He cursed inwardly, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He began to sprint, passing many people as he did so, and even bumping into some. He'd get a "Hey!" or an "Excuse you!" from many civilians, but of course, he'd never offer an apology.

'It's their damn fault for being in the way.'

Luckily for him, he was only about five minutes late, as he quickly rushed into the classroom in the middle of Ms. Kaede's teaching. She eyed him for a moment as he took his seat, but said nothing.

An hour later, class was dismissed. InuYasha looked around for Kagome, intending to give her back her work. She was in the doorway, chatting with some of her friends. He swallowed roughly, hating having to approach her in the first place. He moved slowly, hoping she'd see him and come to him. She turned her head in his direction and smiled warmly, making her way toward him.

"Hi!" she greeted. He cleared his throat, and shoved her work in her hands. "Here's your work. Um, Thanks, y'know, for letting me use it." he grumbled lowly, his palms suddenly feeling clamy. Damn, he hated thanking people. He wasn't used to having to thank anyone. Her smile remained. "No problem, InuYasha! Just happy I coudl help!"

'Happy she could help?' Maybe she actually wasn't a bad person, maybe she actually didn't want anything from him. Maybe he should giver her a chance, maybe-

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" She asked softly, breaking his thoughts. Hearing those words drew him wild. He narrowed his eyes at her, and bit down on his bottom lip. "I knew it," he whispered. She raised a brow.

"You knew what?"

"I knew you were just like everyone else," he spat out, suddenly getting a headache. Her face held a shocked expression. "What?"

"Don't play dumb! I knew you had something up your little sleeve! Of course, I'm so stupid, how didn't I see it before! You pretend to want to help out of kindness, then you dive in for the kill. You want someting, just as I expected. What the hell is it? I'm a damn half demon, Kagome. Or have you forgotten? I can't possibly have anything for you. Or wait.."

He squinted his eyes, his jaw clinching. Seeing the surprised and hurt expression on her pretty face only pissed him off more.


"You're doing this for you own twisted pleasure, aren't you? Because I'm a hanyou, you feel the need to toy with me? This is all a-"

A warm, tingling sensation suddenly hit his right cheek. His eyes widened at the realization. Kagome had slapped him. The expression on her face was unreadable. She glared at him for a few more moments before turning her back to him and walking out of the classroom.