InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Simple and Clean ❯ Emotions Run Amok ( Chapter 12 )

Disclaimer: No, though it would rock if I did, I don't own `Simple and Clean', or for that matter, Inuyasha. Doesn't life just suck?

 

Hello again peoples!!! No, I didn't die, but I am still stuck without computer. What? How did I get on to write this you ask? Actually [guilty look] it's the middle of the night… if my parents find out about this I am sooo dead. This is how much I love my readers so you guys better review… just joking

Anyways, I need to explain to you one thing, Chapter 11 was the last chapter of the first part of my fic. I split the song `Simple and Clean' (or `Hikari' in Japan) up into four parts. Part one was this part of the song (If you don't want to read this you can skip it, I just wanted to give you all some background info):

 

When you walk away,

You don't hear me say,

Please-don't go,

Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel,

Tonight

It's hard to let it go…

 

This was through Inuyasha's perspective, talking about Kikyo. The second part, which I'm starting with this chapter, is this:

 

You're giving me,

Too many things-lately,

You're all I need,

You smiled at me,

And said:

Don't get me wrong I love you,

But does that mean I have to meet,

Your father?

When we are older you'll understand,

What I meant when I said no,

I don't think life is quite that simple,

 

This is through Kagome's perspective about Inuyasha. It becomes clearer what this means in later chapters, it might not fit exactly, but it works. Now that I have successfully bored you, here's the new chapter!

Recap:

Finally, after he realized that the girls weren't going to 1) stop laughing anytime soon or 2) notice him, he cleared his throat loudly. “Excuse me, pardon my rudeness but-” The man was cut off by a scream from the girl in the bed, “How the hell did you get in here and who the hell are you?”

 

Chapter 12

 

Emotions Run Amok

 

The man sighed and looked up at the ceiling waiting patiently while the two girls stopped shrieking like overgrown cockatiels. Lowering his carefully sculpted chin and brushing his product pampered, silver hair off of his shoulders, he glared at the two girls menacingly. That shut them up real fast.

Clearing his throat, he started to talk, “As I was saying, is one of you-” He paused to take out a slip of paper, “-Kagome Higurashi?” He asked elegantly holding the card up with his index and middle fingers, flicking it ever so slightly.

Kagome raised her hand suspiciously, trying to remember where she knew the strange man from. Sango shifted in the bed next to her, “Oh-my-god.” She breathed, “You're…” She stopped dramatically taking a deep breath and turning to look at Kagome, then back at the man, “Sesshomaru!!! Ayee!!!”

Sesshomaru raised his eyebrow at Sango (who was currently squealing and bouncing around on the bed, despite her stitches) and then brought his gaze to a stop at Kagome. “You are an acquaintance of my half-brother Inuyasha, are you not?” He asked in his smooth, mysterious voice.

Kagome nodded, wondering what in his right mind, Sesshomaru, the world-famous fashion designer, was doing-talking to her. “Yeah, we're-uh-friends.” She said, wondering to herself for the umpteenth time if `friend' was the right word to use.

“Yes, then you must know the location of my troublesome little brother?” He asked, pursing his lips and waiting for a reply. Kagome marveled at the sheer difference in the two brothers. Inuyasha was loud spoken and roughly dressed, on the other hand, Sesshomaru spoke like someone cultured and well-mannered, and his attire was leagues better than Inuyasha's excuse for clothing.

“Uhh, yeah, he lives around downtown at…” She stopped, trying to recall Inuyasha's address. Then she started to become suspicious, “Why do you want to know where Inuyasha lives, anyway?” She demanded, leaning forward to look at Sesshomaru more closely.

“He has something that belongs to me, I would like it back.” He said simply, no emotion showing on his placid face. Kagome couldn't tell if the aristocrat was telling the truth or lying through his perfectly white, straightened teeth. So, she did the only thing she could do, and followed the first moral that came to mind:

 

When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout!

 

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“HELP US!!! THERE'S A HENTAI IN ROOM 128!!! SAVE US!!!” Sesshomaru gave Kagome one last menacing glare and sprinted out of the room in a blur of silver and a furry boa. Slumping back into the chair after she had tired herself out dashing around, she slapped her hands together and grinned, “Well that takes care of that!”

“Why'd you do that, Kagome,” Sango asked with a pout, “We actually got a chance to talk to him and you killed it…” Kagome patted her sorrowful friend on the back, “Trust me Sango-it was dead to begin with.”

Then Koga burst in. Great, just what I need right now, Kagome sighed inwardly, sitting up in her chain and looking as innocent as possible. “Oh, hi Dr. Koga!” Kagome said in a sickly sweet voice, “Did you want something?” Koga looked confused as he looked from one girl to the other.

“Didn't you just… weren't you the ones who… what?”

“Oh, you must be talking about the yelling!” Kagome said naively, “Everything's okay now, he ran off once we yelled.” Koga, now looking less confused and more worried, asked, “So you're all right, Kagome?”

“Oh thanks, forget about the patient, why don't ya.” Sango grumbled from her hospital bed as Kagome tried to keep a straight face. “Sure, doctor, I'm totally fine.”

“Great!” The assistant doctor said sounding relieved, “Just call me if there's any more trouble, okay?” Kagome nodded, and then decided to make her escape. She knew Sango would rat her out for it later, but she couldn't wait to get home to call Inuyasha and get away from Koga.

“Y'know, I think I'll be getting home now,” She said, glancing apologetically at Sango, “See you guys later!” With her goodbye statement she barreled out the door hoping for a clear way to the exit. But almost immediately after she rounded the corner, Koga caught up with her.

“Can I drive you home Kagome?” He asked smoothly, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. Embarrassed by the gesture, Kagome blushed, lowering her eyes. “Umm,” She stuttered, hoping whatever came out of her mouth next didn't dig her deeper into this humiliating situation. “Okay, sure.”

Dammit.

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The car that Koga drove was certainly a lot more stylish than Inuyasha's. Kagome kept trying to remind herself that looks weren't the only thing that counted, but… that blue, shiny, two-seater convertible with a built in CD player kept convincing her otherwise.

She had always secretly wanted to ride in a convertible, here long black hair blowing in the wind, looking like a supermodel. Anyways, what harm could one ride do? Koga was a doctor for crying out loud, what could happen?

Slipping into the car as supermodel-ishly as possible, she took a deep breath. The car smelled of leather and also a faint something that might have been cologne. Settling into the comfortable seat, she looked over at Koga was finding her house on a local map.

After about five minutes, the doctor put the map into the glove compartment and glanced at Kagome, “All set?” He asked, not waiting for a reply as he started up the car. They whizzed out of the parking lot, and Kagome thanked the gods that Koga could at least drive better than a certain someone.

The only downside was the fact that her long hair didn't blow out behind her like she had imagined. Instead it blew out around her face, whipping her cheeks and flying across her vision. The whole ride was spent trying to keep her hair under control.

When they arrived at her house, Kagome spotted a tall silhouette standing under the arch to the shrine. As Koga pulled up to the sidewalk to let Kagome out, she strained to see the person's face. Squinting, she recognized Inuyasha. So did Koga. “Do you want me to walk you to your house Kagome,” He asked a little louder than was necessary, “You don't know who's lurking in the shadows.”

Kagome shook her head and thanked Koga, reassuring him that she was fine and that she could probably make it to her door (Which was about thirty-some odd feet away) without getting herself kidnapped. As he drove off she waved at Inuyasha.

His gaze was pinched and when he spoke his voice betrayed his annoyance, “Why were you with that doctor?” He spit out the last word as if it was poison on his tongue, “Were you on a date?” Kagome brushed off the remark, punching Inuyasha playfully in the shoulder, “You jealous?” She asked, meaning for it to be a joke.

“I don't know.” Was the quiet reply.

Changing the subject to avoid whatever was making her so uncomfortable, she told Inuyasha about Sesshomaru's visit to the hospital. Inuyasha was livid. “What?” He demanded, “Is he accusing me of stealing? That bastard!” Kagome bit her lip, wishing that she hadn't mentioned it, “Calm down Inuyasha! I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding!”

“Yeah, just like it's a misunderstanding that you were on a date with that doctor scum…” Inuyasha grumbled, looking away from Kagome. “It wasn't a date!” She argued, “He was just driving me home!”

“What would Hojo say?” Inuyasha asked, quieter now, “He is your boyfriend isn't he?” Kagome searched for something to counter Inuyasha's last statement. All she could manage was a weak, “It's not at all like that Inuyasha…”

He grunted and turned his back towards the upset girl, “Whatever, see you at school tomorrow.” With that he walked off down the block to his car. Kagome just stood there, frozen, watching him drive off into the blood red sunset. Clenching her fists and tearing her eyes away from the road, she told herself that she hated Inuyasha and wished he would just leave her alone. He was the one with all of the girls hanging off of him like he was a god, boys didn't d that to her.

Then why is it that I can't wait until Monday?

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I can't wait until Monday; Sango thought peacefully, I wonder what Miroku's doing now…she sipped on the mocha that her mother had finally arrived with, remembering. It had all been a dream, and when it was over, it seemed like it had never happened to begin with. Just a story her mind had made up to fill in a gap where something big, good or bad, hadn't happened.

She was fourteen and he was sixteen. They had dated about a year, and then he had moved. Then, a little less than four years later, he ended up as her substitute art teacher at her new school. What were the odds in that? I know who he is, but does he even recognize me? She wondered, knowing that he probably forgot all about her when he had moved.

They had broken up because they knew that a long distance relationship just wasn't going to work out, and yet Sango had always resented letting him go. She never forgot Miroku, and years after he moved, she still didn't feel comfortable when dating other people besides him. It was as if she had let a piece of herself leave with him…

A knock on the door woke her from her thoughts. “Yes?” She called, hoping that it wasn't another doctor coming to reapply bandages or force hospital food down her throat. A familiar voice answered, “Can I come in?” Sango tried to place the voice, it was male, but it wasn't a doctor, and it certainly wasn't her father. “Sure, come on in,” She recognized it, “Miroku.”

She watched apprehensively as the door opened slowly and the young man slipped in. He smiled secretively as he produced a single yellow rose from behind his back, “I heard about what happened from your mother,” He explained, surveying the hospital room, “She called to let us know in advance about how you wouldn't be able to make it to school tomorrow.” That's right; I won't be going to school tomorrow, Sango realized with a slight twinge.

“Wow, Mom actually was a responsible parent for once!” Sango joked, covering her disappointment. She remembered how Miroku had always laughed about the fact that Ari was so much like a teenager herself. As she watched Miroku, Sango realized with regret that he showed no signs of remembering anything of the past. She decided this wasn't the right time to mention it.

“Well,” Miroku butt in, “I just came to wish you well and deliver your homework for Art class, so I should be going now.” He leaned over the hospital bed haphazardly to hand Sango the lone rose, but lost his footing and fell straight at the poor girl. Before either of them knew what was happening, their lips were locked together in an accidental kiss, and the two of them were both grasping the other's hand for support.

Surprised, Sango tore away from Miroku, breathing fast and heavy. She could feel herself blushing a deep crimson as she realized that he hadn't let go of her hand yet. Miroku dropped his hand unromantically, clumsily placing a small pile of papers on her bedside table. Sango could tell that he too was blushing.

Raising his head confidently, as if the last few minutes had not even happened, Miroku brushed a few stray stands of hair behind his ear and said cheerfully, “Well I hope you feel better soon, Sango!” Sango watched, still in a state of shock, as the substitute teacher walked quickly from her room.

She slumped back down on her pillows with a confused sigh.

What in the world just happened?

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That's it for today; hope you enjoyed all of the fluff (my pal Aurora-thorn's word for romantic moments)! I really want to put more fluff into my story (and no, not the lemony, hentai-ish fluff either >.<), so maybe in later chapters… Anyways, I'll be gone all next week, so I might not be writing again until September. That means that no updates anytime soon, so sorry folks!!! Don't kill me okay? Until next time, jya mata ne!