InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Serendipity ❯ In Control ( Chapter 13 )

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

Please keep in mind I am NOT familiar with Japanese customs and most of their foods.

With that being said, American food will be involved in this chapter!

I haven't updated in over a month, and since I didn't want to keep you guys waiting much longer, this chapter is relatively short!


Hope you enjoy.

:)








InuYasha inhaled deeply, his eyes momentarily shut. The moon's reflection illuminated parts of the sidewalk as his feet sounded against the crisp pavement.

Trees began to dance, brisk, red autumn leaves gliding on the trails of the wind. It was late, maybe past midnight by now.

His father's party was still going on, and if he had any luck, he'd be done by two a.m.

The hanyou sighed, his hair floating in the direction the wind blew. The folder he grasped in his right hand struggled to get free, but he held on tightly. It had been about three hours since he had inadvertantly hung up on Kagome. He sighed in frusteration.

Why does she continue to question my family? She always finds the need to pry where her nose doesn't belong.

He felt his jaw clinch with mild rage, and inhaled once again, managing to slightly calm his troubled nerves.

My father tore my picture of her..He's the last thing I'll ever mention to Kagome.

His stomach gurgled noise, pulling him from his previous thoughts. He'd been in such a harry to exit the house before his father got him, he had forgotten to grab a snack.

"Shit."

***

"And what will you have to drink?"

The middle aged woman asked, a white pad and jet blue pen in hand. Her apron was also white with minor grease stains on it, along with the customary bonnet that completed the outfit. Her name plate was slightly crooked and read Ayko. As the words fell from her tongue, a yawn escaped her lips, signifying her drowsiness, and eagerness to leave this place.

Twilight eyes roamed over the plastic menu, a bit of the lamination pealing off at the corners.

Finally decided, InuYasha folded the menu before handing it to the woman.

"Hot chocolate."

He watched the women scribble down the drink.

"Marshmellows?" She asked, her eyes peeping at him through the rims of her glasses.
He nodded, fiddling with the folder he now had lying on the table.

"And as for your meal?"

"PhillyCheesesteak omelette with a side of bacon."

"Coming right up," she said, her voice flat, and she spun on her heel, her brunette hair dangling messily behind her in the loose bun she had it tied in.

The hanyou sighed, his ears momentarily flattening against his head.

After seconds of relaxation, he figured it was time to get to work. His attention now back on the crimson folder he had brought to the diner, he slid a blank, white sheet out of its pocket, along with a mechanical .5 pencil from his crimson hoody pocket. His vacant gaze shifted toward the tattered ceiling, and the faulty lighting that illuminated him and a few other midely awake people sipping coffee.

He was going to do it right this time.

Nothing would stop him from acheiving his goal.

And with that strong conviction, his hand began to move rapidly across the once vacant sheet of paper. He outlined her face first, every curve, every angle of it. Next, he filled in her captivating eyes, shading the irises darkly at the top, and lighlty toward the bottom, showing an ignited side of them.

They looked more smokey with the shading, which is exactly how he wanted them to look.

They served as tunnels, passages in the darkest of darks. they highlighted everything they aimed at, including his heart at times. The edges of her pupils were a darker cobalt , shimmering magnificently against the silver. Realizing he was spending way too much on her eyes, he moved downward toward her nose, then her lips, curving them upward at the corners, shading darker toward the middle. He felt those butterflies once again, and a blush wormed its way to his cheeks.

"InuYasha?"

That voice tore his concentration immediately, his ears high on his head. His eyes darted upward in the direction of the voice, only to meet dark blue eyes.

"Miroku?"

Behind him stood Sango, a blush on her cheeks, embarassed for being spotted with the lecher. She was looking in every direction but at the hanyou, almost making him smirk.


Almost.

Before he spoke, Miroku's eyes averted to the picture that the hanyou was sketching. His brow raised in fascination and the corner of his mouth curved upward.

"Kagome?"

Realizing he had been caught, InuYasha quickly scrambled to cover the picture with his arms, his face feeling unusually warm once again.

"What? Where?" Sango asked, peeping from behind Miroku, towring over InuYasha.

"It's n-nothing, ok? I was just bored," he grumbled, quickly stuffing the drawing back into his folder. Sango raised a brow, and like an eagle diving in for her prey, she quickly grasped the folder and hid behind Miroku, stealthily sliding out the paper and gasped.

"Hey!" InuYasha fumed, before Miroku quickly shoved him back down and took the seat across from him in the booth.

"Relax, relax. We're just looking! Show me, Sango!"

Mouth still agape, Sango slide next to the monk, her eyes not leaving the portrait for a moment.

"I-InuYasha..I had no idea you were so talented. This is amazing."

Anger forgotten, he felt his cheeks getting redder before mumbling something unintelligible, and crossing his arms.

The woman dubbed Ayko finally returned with a cream colored mug filled with hot chocolate, mini marshmellows floating abroad the surface, dipping into the liquid. She set the mug on the table and forced a smile.


"Your food will be out shortly."

InuYasha nodded, reaching for the mug and putting it to his lips.

"I'll have a warm cup of milk please," Miroku added, his eyes gazing over the menu.
InuYasha almost spat out his beverage.

"The hell you will! You two aren't staying!"

"And I'll have the hot cocoa," Sango spoke, ignoring InuYasha, a small smile on her face, while passing the menu to the waitress.

Ayko nodded, jotting down their orders.

"Anything else?"

"No!" InuYasha shouted, his eyes narrowing at the two.

Sango pouted and pointed a finger at him.

"Kagome seems to be so attatched to you, so I have a right to know what makes you so darn likeable! So shut up and sip your hot chocolate!"

InuYasha quickly gulped his beverage, fear radiating off of him.

Miroku simply chuckled and completed his order, while a peaceful smile returned to her pretty face.

"Blueberry waffles for me. What about you, Sango dear?"

She rubbed her chin momentarily.

"Same please."

With that, Ayko took their menus after grunting, disappearing to the back of the restaurant once again.

"So, why draw Kagome? Why make her the subject?" Sango asked, her eyes still gazing at the artwork in her hand.

InuYasha exhaled slowly, running a hand through his chalky hair.

"She's just a good subject, I guess."

A faint blush colored the bridge of his nose, his eyes diverted to the table, which seemed to be the most interesting thing at the moment.

Miroku raised a brow and smirked mockingly.

"Either way, you have a true talent with this. Ever think of making it a career?"

InuYasha finally looked up, Meeting the pervert's stare.

"I plan to."



The three talked and ate together for an hour more at the dinner, and InuYasha finally managed to finish the picture, holding it in the light, inspecting even the most miniscule of detail.

"Looks great, she'll love it," Miroku said softly, a gentle smile on his lips. Sango was nodding off on his shoulder, her breathing a bit louder than normal, while her lips parted slightly repeatedly.

The hanyou smirked in satisfaction.

"She'd better."


***

Ms. Kaede rambled on about Psychology the following Monday morning, nearly putting the hanyou to sleep. He had arrived late, leaving him no time to surprise Kagome with the picture he had spent so much time on of her. His eyes followed her.

She was scribbling down everything the old hag said, chewing on her bottom lip whilst doing it.

He noticed how her tongue would glide across the very edge of it, and then her teeth would take over, bendind it inward, making it slightly swollen..shiny..red..

He suddenly blinked hard, snapping himself out of that terrible place his mind had wandered to.

What the hell did that come from? Nothin' special bout' her lips.

Yet his gaze darted back to them, as if attempting prove himself wrong.

Feeling eyes on her, Kagome looked in his direction, their gazes locking.

A warm smile crept to her lips. He quickly returned it, beginning to feel light headed.

The bell rang and students sprang from the desks, scattering to the exit like a bunch of lab rats.

"I want to show you something," InuYasha said, watching as she stuck her materials into her backpack. Her head popped up from under her desk, brows raised.

"What is it?"

As the class emptied, InuYasha slowly slid the piece of art from his folder, holding it out to her.

Her eyes widened.

***

He hadn't seen her in days. Ever since their little incident, it had been miniature glimpses he had caught of her as she stumble dinto her car, speeding away from his sight.

He exhaled, his head hitting the back of his chair.

The sun was beginning to sink into the horizon, its rays illuminating the town in a warm, orange film.

As if on cue, he saw her vehicle pull into the driveway next door, making his heart reace slightly.

Moments later, the driver's door opened, revealing a dissheveled Rin. Grunting, she slammed her door shut, not even looking in his direction.

Obviously she had had a bad day.

Another force over powered him, took control of his being.

That's the only way he could explain what he did next.

"Rin," he called, his voice as monotone as ever.

It sounded foreign to him, hearing her name come off of his lips.

Her head jerked upward in his direction, like a deer caught in headlights. She slowly made her way over to him, sporting a knee length, button up, dark fall sweater that tumbled with the breeze as she walked. She stopped at the porch, meeting his cold gaze with one of her own.

***

"Oh, InuYasha," Kagome whispered, tears swelling up in her eyes.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, making his entire face red.

"Its beautiful.. you didn't have to.."

His eyes softened, his arms wrapping around her as felt his resolve weaken.

"I-t-t's not a big d-deal really..you just drew me, so I figured I owed you something."

Pulling back, the sobbing girl challeneged his gaze with hers', looking into the very depths of them.

His mouth began to go unsusually dry, and he could've sworn he lost his voice.

At the very moment, however, a student carrying a rather large backpack walked past them in a rush, unaware of the collision that was about to unfold.

His backpack collided with Kagome, sending her tumbling over the hanyou. InuYasha quickly tightened his arms around the girl on instinct, and landed hard against the tile floor, the girl on top of him.

The student gasped in horror, and quickly began to apologize, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Kagome slowly sat up, rubbing her now aching head.

"InuYasha?"

He felt his demon side stirring to come forth, to take over in this situation.

Unaware to Kagome, she was straddling him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, tearing strands of his hair out in frstration.

No, I must stay in control. I have to get her away from me.

His demon side began to argue.

Take her. She's on top of you.

His eyes popped open suddenly, flashing a menacing, bloddy red.

She gasped.

His eyes are red again..

"I-InuYasha?"

And in that very moment, with brutal force, he shoved her off of him and against the wall, struggling to take control of the situation.

He dashed out of the room, struggling with the demonic battle within.