InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Closed Door Just Might Open ❯ discoveries ( Chapter 8 )

Sorry I've been gone for almost a month. I promised myself I wouldn't write until after my sister's wedding because of all the stress. Then when it was over I didn't know what to write. Well I did, but I didn't know how to put it together the way I wanted.

 

Swim season ended today. I thought, what better time to write than on the day of my Championship meet? I got my first medal in an individual event in my life. Granted, it was a third, but still a medal. I've gotten a medal before, just in relays.

Don't think I'm advanced. This is my fourth year and I started when I was 10, the good old days when you only had to swim one lap.

 

I was gonna write yesterday because I was really mad and I wanted to let it out by writing. But then I thought it was too late, plus I'm lazy. I always seem to be writing at night. It may not be late, although it usually is. I was really mad because my dad took my phone away for going over 8 minutes. 8 MINUTES!!! 8 measly little minutes. Then I got this big lecture. I was supposed to make about ten minutes last 3 or 4 days. I didn't keep track. So I got it taken away. But then he said he thinks I did it on purpose. Why would I do it on purpose?! I know I'll have it taken away if I do that, and I don't want it to be taken away so I don't know why he would think that. I highly value that phone. I use it to converse with my co-writer. Now we can't talk for who knows how long. Ugh, this sucks.

 

*looks over words* sorry. Heh heh. I tend to write a lot when I'm venting. Enough about me.

 

On with the story.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own an idea from Who's Your Daddy? By Lynda Sandoval and Just Listen by Sarah Dessen.

 

The Closed Door Just Might Open

 

Chapter 8: discoveries

 

(PoV change)

 

I think I'm starting to like student council. Well, maybe not student council, but a benefit I get out of it. Like, it was just an ordinary school day. I had run into Inuyasha during school and realized I needed to ask him something of the next student council assignment. It just so happened; Kikyo was with Inuyasha at the time. I was ignoring her like usual, but this time was a little hard.

 

I could see the way she was reacting to the way Inuyasha and I were talking. I don't see what she was getting so worked up over. All I had to do was ask a little question and I was outta there. Even when I left I could still feel her eyes boring a hole into the back of my skull. Geez, what's her problem? When I was out of sight of both of them I realized something very important.

 

Kikyo was jealous of how Inuyasha and I get along. I also realized this was the only satisfaction I get out of student council. And evil grin spread across my face. Even if Inuyasha and I are getting along, somewhat, it makes Kikyo squirm. It irks her, irritates her, brings her misery. And best of all, brings me pleasure. A maniacal laugh almost escapes my throat at this new discovery, but I hold it in. I am going to relish in this. I'm gonna use it to my advantage and love every second of it.

 

And that is why I'm going to…try…to learn to like student council. Easier said than done. But I will try…nope, still don't like it.

 

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It was about the second week of November and I had Inuyasha over for another assignment. I don't really feel like explaining details. One: I don't like this and find it stupid. Two: its schoolwork; which I hate, want nothing to do with, and don't like talking about. It was then Inuyasha surprised me, disrupting the silence of my bedroom.

 

“How do you stand this silence all the time? You never play music, and I know you listen to it because you always have those stupid earplugs in your ears.” This is the first Inuyasha commented on my music. I knew he knew I listened to it. Everyone knew I listened to it. The iPod almost never leaves my side as much as my sketchbook.

 

I face towards him before replying, “Well…I wasn't sure you'd like my music.” Honestly, I don't want him to judge me. I don't like being judged; why do you think I hide all my drawings and anime when Inuyasha comes over?

 

“Why would you think I wouldn't like it if you never let me listen?” I don't have an answer to that. Damn, he beat me this time.

 

“Fine, we'll listen to music this time,” I say and then head over to my iPod stereo system. I set it to songs by Nickelback.

 

“Why would you think I wouldn't like this? Everyone likes Nickelback,” he comments.

 

“Not everyone,” I counter.

 

“Well, most everyone our age.” Ok, I'll give him that.

 

“Mind if I look through your other music?” he asks.

 

“No, go ahead,” I say nonchalantly before I realize I don't want him to look over there. I forgot to hide my Wolf's Rain CDs. I watch him as he looks over my CDs. He pulls out the first Wolf's Rain CD and shows it to me.

 

“What's this?” he asks, he seems to be shocked. What to say? Think. Think.

 

“That there,” I say, pointing to the CD, “is a CD.” He looks at me like I'm stupid. Even I have to admit, that was lame.

 

“I know what it is. I was wondering why you have it. Do you know what this music is featured on?” he questioned. Crap, he's gonna know.

 

“Yeah, it's on an anime show called Wolf's Rain,” I say with my head bowed, almost ashamed. Might as well get it out in the open and end it.

 

But then he surprised me again by saying, “Can we listen to this?” My head snaps up at that. Did I hear that right?

 

“What?” I say, utterly confused.

 

“I happen to like that show and the music very much. I just haven't met a girl who likes it,” he replies, sounding cocky.

 

“You won't find too many in our school. I, myself, only know four others.”

 

“Really?” he asks sounding really surprised.

 

“I'll just put on the CD then,” I say heading over to my iPod.

 

“Wait, it's right here,” he says waving the CD in his hand.

 

“Yes, but you forget. All those CDs over there are stored in there,” I say gesturing first to my CD collection then to my iPod.

 

“Oh, right.” We go back to working to the music for a while before I want to interrupt again.

 

“You're right, the music is better.” He gets that cocky smirk on his face again.

 

“Of course. Music makes pretty much everything better.” I glare at him for a minute then give in.

 

“Yeah, can't argue with you there.” he gasps and sits straight up.

 

“What?” I ask him, it seems important.

 

He looks toward me with a horror stricken face before saying, almost teasingly, “We aren't arguing?” then his face breaks out in a smile. My face must have a priceless expression because he busts out laughing. It's times like these I curse Theatre Productions, but only when it's used against me like now.

 

Every assignment we've worked on has always ended or started with an argument. We can't go one time without fighting. It's really ridiculous. Too bad I'm gonna ruin that right now.

 

I hit him roughly in the arm, “Jerk, you really worried me.” I go back to lounging on my bed placing a hat over my eyes.

 

“Aw, I worried you.” Again with the smug expressions from him. I think I'm gonna suffocate from all this. I need to get out of here. Wait, I know. Duh, why didn't I think of that before?

 

I sit up and remove the hat from my eyes to look at Inuyasha.

 

“Get your stuff together. We're going.” I say packing my stuff for the project.

 

“Going? Going where?” he asks not bothering to move.

 

“We're going to go somewhere else to work on project that isn't so suffocating. Now come on before I leave you here.”

 

“Alright, alright fine.” Now, we're ready to go.

 

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When we get there I can't help but laugh at the incredulous look on Inuyasha's face.

 

“The park?” he asks disbelievingly, and then turns to me, “you brought us to the park?”

 

“Yes. What's wrong with the park?” I ask with my own smug smirk on my face. It's nice today. Still no kids have showed up. I think they're all over at the new park that opened up on the east side of town. We live in the north.

 

“Why isn't anyone here?” Inuyasha questions me.

 

“I don't know. No one's been here all summer.”

 

“You came here all summer? Doing what?”

 

“Just—” I almost let it slip I draw.

 

“Just come here to think. Since no one shows up anymore, it's a nice place. So, are we going to get this done or not?” I head over to my spot without his answer.

 

We worked on the project for maybe forty-five minutes and we finished. I don't know exactly, I'm using estimates here. Finally, this one was boring. Now we're packing up everything.

 

“Can we go now?” Inuyasha asked when he was done with his bag.

 

“Sure Inuyasha. Just get your stuff and lets go,” I say as I start walking. I don't hear his footsteps behind me. I turn back toward him to find a look of shock on his face.

 

“What's the hold up? Come on.” I gesture toward the way home.

 

“You said my name,” he says slowly.

 

“What? No I didn't,” I say walking back toward him.

 

“Yes, you did.”

 

“No, I didn't.”

 

“Yes, you did. Admit it.” he gets the smirk on his face again. I wish I could just smack it off.

 

“No!” I snap.

 

“Yes! Say it!” he wants me to say it, does he? He won't after this.

 

“Fine, Inuyasha. I'll say your name, Inuyasha. Are you happy now, Inuyasha? Your name sure is a handful, Inuyasha. Can I shorten it, Inuyasha? Maybe Yasha, Yash, Yashie. No wait! I've got a good one. How about Inu? Inu sounds nice, doesn't it, Inuyasha. Gosh, you have such a long name, Inuyasha.” by this time Inuyasha looked like he wanted to pull the hair from his head. He wasn't far from doing that considering how hard he was gripping it.

 

“Aaugh! Shut up! Ok I get it. How would you like it if I did the same to you?”

 

“Ha! As if you could say my name. You've been programmed to say my last name for years.”

 

“Oh yeah. Well, how about this, Kagome.” I take step back, stunned. Whoa, I didn't think he'd do it. I quickly compose myself though.

 

“Ok. Well, can you say it again?” I ask, trying to act smug. I'm sure he can.

 

“Kagome.” And I was right.

 

“Ok—”

 

“Kagome,” he says as a smile starts spreading across his face.

 

“Kagome, Kagome, Kagome, Kagome, Kago—”

 

“Alright! I get it. I'm sick of both our names now. Call me something else and I'll call you something else.” He gets a very thoughtful look on his face.

 

“You realize that if we give each other nicknames, it kinda means we're friends.” I guess we're kinda friends now anyways. Then I think I might want to mess with his head a little. I put on a sad face.

 

“So you don't want to be friends with me?” I ask softly, bowing my head. I love Theatre Productions, when it's used to my advantage.

 

“No! I mean yes! Yeah, I want to be friends with you. Don't be sad.” I look up into his eyes. Wow, I got him good. Then his face melted into anger when he saw the smirk on my face.

 

“Just kidding man. But it's nice to know you do want to be friends with me,” I say and then give him a real smile. His face softens.

 

“I guess I can forgive you. But don't do that again.”

 

“Oh, I can't guarantee that,” I say and start to walk back home. He quickly catches up.

 

“How do you like the name Yash?” I ask him.

 

“hmn, it's ok,” he says like it's no big deal, “ how do you like the name Kag?”

 

“hmn, it's ok,” I say, copying him. He looks at me as if to say, `think of your own'. I laugh and shrugging my shoulders before saying, “ Eh, I'll live with it.” he chuckles softly as he jokingly hits me in the arm.

 

“Ok, so now are names are Yash and Kag?” he asks, confirming it.

 

“Yep.”

 

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Half of this was written yesterday. I decided to start writing during a storm and my computer kept turning of. I didn't want to have to rewrite it ten times so I picked it up again this morning. I already had to write the first half twice. So that's it for this chapter. Was it any good? Please review! I want to know. Until next time.