InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Short Bus ❯ Moan! ( Chapter 15 )

“You bitch!” Inuyasha yelled over the phone. “I sat there and waited for you to come get me. And you had the nerve to stand me up. Well Fuck that. That's the last time I EVER do anything with you.”

 

“Inuyasha, please, I wanted to, but my parents went being douche bags. They wouldn't take you, no matter what I did.” Kagome's speech was rushed; she didn't know how much time there was before…

 

Click.

 

So that was the end of it. After three months. After everything they had been through. Well there hadn't been that much, but Kagome was sure that it could have become more.

 

Suddenly the phone rang in Kagome's hand. It was Inuyasha!

 

“Hello?” Kagome asked cautiously.

“Yeah, I just decided that I'll forgive you. But you have to make it up to me.”

 

“Okay, sure! How?” Kagome was ecstatic.

 

“I'll figure that out. You just try to stop being such a cow. Both in action and appearance.” Then he hung up again.

 

Kagome stared at the phone. Why did she like such an asshole? Why couldn't he change? Why, why, why?

 

“Of course you know the reason.” Kagome said aloud to herself. “He treats you like shit because you let him. And probably because he has another girl he can fall back on. Even if she doesn't live here. But with your luck, I'll bet he has a couple girls, both here and all over the US.”

 

Kagome sat on her bed, the phone still in her hands. So she'd have to go to school tomorrow. Seeing Inuyasha would be pretty hard. Perhaps, she could maybe… Maybe she could figure out some way to make Inuyasha stop being so mean…

 

`Or maybe' she thought bitterly, `he'll never change and you'll go on loving, or lusting, rather, him.'

 

Confused, once again, Kagome cut up her arm. It really was getting worse. She was doing it more often, and deeper. Never deep enough to leave dark colored scars, but it still left white marks, after they healed.

 

At school the next day Kagome waited for Inuyasha to do something, anything, but he was infuriatingly aloof. He didn't talk to Kagome, unless it was absolutely necessary, and those answers were monosyllabic.

 

Finally at the beginning of March Inuyasha approached Kagome.

 

“Kagome, will you give me a dollar if I wear a skirt tomorrow?”

 

Kagome looked up from the keyboard. “Yeah, but why?”

 

“I'm collecting from a bunch of people. Markus, John, Kouga, Miroku, and now you, are each giving me a dollar to wear a skirt. I should have asked for more.” Inuyasha rubbed his hands together greedily.

 

“Oh come on, how stereotypical can you get?” Kagome asked, without thinking.

 

“How stereotypical can I get? How stereotypical can you get? `I'm a little emo girl, look at my band t-shirts, my black hair and hair style, and my bloody arms. My soul is so dark, my life hopeless.' Come on, I'm not any one stereotype. I'm not Goth, don't listen to the right type of music, or read the right crap. I'm not Punk, just look at me. I'm not a Rocker, I don't play any instruments. I'm nothing!”

 

“Okay you're right. But I'm not emo.” Kagome tried to recover from insulting him.

 

“Why?”

 

“I don't...” Kagome thought quickly. She listened to some emo bands, wore band merchandise, wrote poems, played guitar, had black hair and an unusual style, cut on herself, and was called emo by the labelers. “Well I don't wear those big glasses, and I don't have my lip pierced.”

 

“Great argument, especially since it took you so long to think of it.” Inuyasha scoffed.

 

“Yeah anyways, I'll give you the dollar. You want it now or tomorrow? Because I don't have any money on me now, save for two quarters.” Kagome reached into her pocket and pulled out said quarters.

 

“Meh, just give it to me tomorrow. I should charge extra for the wait.”

 

Kagome hesitated. She could mention that tomorrow was her birthday. But she didn't want to seem like she was begging. Plus, she had told him a few weeks ago. If she told him again, it would be considered lame. In the most lame use of the word.

 

“Sure, tomorrow.”

Kagome went home that day, expecting nothing. When the phone rang, she knew it wasn't Inuyasha. Imagine her surprise when her mother came into her room holding the phone. When Kagome saw the scowl on her mother's face, she knew it had to be him.

 

“Hey,” Kagome started carefully as her mother walked away.

 

“Close your door,” was Inuyasha's commanding response.

 

Kagome hesitated, but then realized that nothing that bad could happen. It was just a phone call. She closed the door. “Done.”

 

“Now, moan.”

 

“Moan? Like what?” Kagome hoped he wasn't asking what she thought he was.

 

“You know bitch. I want you to moan. I need to get off.”

 

“Don't you have porn for that?” Kagome asked.

 

“If I did, why would I need you?” Inuyasha responded coldly.

 

`What the fuck?!?!' Kagome's head screamed. But he mouth was listening and instead started to moan and gasp. “Uhn,” was a low, long sigh, “Eih,” she gasped in a breath of air. “Oh my God Inuyasha!”

 

Kagome kept it quiet, or at least as quiet as she could. For almost a minute she kept it up, trying to diversify the sounds. Because of Kagome's lack of carnal knowledge, he moans weren't very realistic. They were simply copying the only moans she had ever heard, which were the ones on her Fight Paris CD.

 

After a few more minutes Inuyasha finally spoke up in more than a grunt. “Okay, I'm done. See you at school tomorrow.”

 

“Wait that's it?” Kagome yelled to a dead line.

 

“Fucking. Bastard.” Kagome gasped. She had just completely put herself out there for him, and how did he repay her? With shit.

 

But of course Kagome knew she'd go to school tomorrow. She would bring him the money. She would cater to his every whim. But for how long?

 

 

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Bunnie: Well, it's been more than a month. So sorry faithful readers! If I have any ^.~

Inuyasha: Am I ever going to stop being an ass?

 

Bunnie: I don't know, I like you being a compete and total jerk-off.

 

Kagome: When do I decide he's bad for me and hook up with some other character?

 

Bunnie: SHUT UP! I haven't thought that far.