InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Closed Door Just Might Open ❯ long awaited talk ( Chapter 9 )

I'd like to thank kokoronagomu for being the first to review in such a long time. Thanks for leaving your thoughts.

 

I just saw The Dark Knight today. It was AWESOME!!! I loved it. Christian Bale is so hot. So is Heath Ledger when he doesn't look scary like the joker. Now I'm gonna have nightmares tonight about the joker carving smiles onto my face while laughing that creepy way he does. I miss Heath Ledger. I wish he didn't die. Waah! Ok, better now. I just felt like writing after I saw it.

 

On with the story

 

The Closed Door Just Might Open

 

Chapter 9: long awaited talk

 

(PoV change)

 

As soon as I walked through the door I didn't even give Sesshomaru the usual questionnaire before tearing my necklace off. It didn't really matter right now. I remembered I wanted to do something that I hadn't done in a while.

 

I threw my bag on my bed and turned my computer on. Damn, it takes so long to load. Sitting there for ten minutes I'm now finally able to get on the Internet. Now I gotta wait another ten minutes for that. I hate all this waiting. I'm not a very patient person.

 

Then the names show up. Father'sfailure is logged in. wow, my timing is great today. I haven't talked to her a lot since Kagome became my partner in student council.

 

(unwantedhanyou has just logged on)

 

father'sfailure: oh hey, u. where u been? u been gone 4ever.

 

unwantedhanyou: srry. i've been busy.

 

father'sfailure: u don't say. u know, i've been checking here evryday lookin for u. but i guess i'm just not that important.

 

unwantedhanyou: no. it's not like that. i'm srry to have disappointed u.

 

father'sfailure: …just kidding. No biggie. i was busy too. i haven't been here much either.

 

unwantedhanyou: *glares at u* ur mean. no listen. i found this girl into anime today.

 

father'sfailure: …so? i know tons a girls into anime.

 

unwantedhanyou: yeah, but this is the first one i know.

 

father'failure: hey! u know me!

 

unwantedhanyou: i mean in person. she goes to my school.

 

father'sfailure: …unwanted, honey, did u just transfer from an all boys school?

 

unwantedhanyou: *glaring again* shut up! ur so much like that girl, it's not funny.

 

father'sfailure: wat? i mean, i know so many girls in person into anime. and this is the first one u've found in ur school? and ur like, wat, a sophomore?

 

unwantedhanyou: junior, actually.

 

father'sfailure: really? u seem younger. ur more immature then i thought.

 

unwantedhanyou: hey!

 

father'sfailure: ok. ok. enough teasing u. how bout…oh! tell me how i'm like that girl u've found out is into anime.

 

unwantedhanyou: well, u both seem into the same shows. and u both love making fun of me.

 

father'sfailure: she makes fun of u? i'm insulted. i should be the only one allowed to do that…wait. now that i think about it, it's good to have someone to torment u when ur not talking to me. that works great. i love her already.

 

unwantedhanyou: yeah, yeah. it's fun to torment me 24/7. ha ha.

 

father'failure: i know right.

 

unwantedhanyou: do u know wat sarcasm is?

 

father'sfailure: y, yes i do. i just like to go through with it as if u mean it. it's more fun for me. plus, it gets on ur nerves.

 

unwantdhanyou: ur very irritating.

 

father'failure: look whose talkin. u remind me of a guy in my school too.

 

unwantedhanyou:*smiles* really? he must be charming.

 

father'sfather:*smiles* no, he's annoying as hell. just like u. i swear, u guys could be related.

 

unwantedhanyou: u never know with the internet.

 

father'sfailure: guess not. hey, i'm thinkin of starting to draw some Kingdom Hearts pictures.

 

unwantedhanyou: isn't that a video game?

 

father'failure: they made a manga out of it.

 

unwantedhanyou: srry. didn't get the memo.

 

father'failure: actually there's the first series, a second series, and one inbetween.

 

unwantedhanyou: isn't it for kids? i mean, it has disney characters in it.

 

father'sfailure: hey! there's nothing wrong with disney anything. and it's not just kids, it's all ages. and i like it so i'm gonna start drawing it.

 

unwantedhanyou: whatev.

 

father'sfailure: about the girl again. she must really trust u.

 

unwantedhanyou: …y do u say that?

 

father'failure: i don't know how guys talk to other people about anime, but girls don't like to share the fact they like this with everyone.

 

unwantedhanyou: y is that?

 

father'sfailure: don't u have cliques at ur school? to like anime automatically puts u with the geeks. it's frowned upon in the girl society. and it sometimes scares people away because they think ur weird. i'm saying she must trust u to not be freaked out by her like of anime.

 

unwantedhanyou: cool. i didn't think of it like that.

 

father'sfailure: well, now u do. hey, i g2g.

 

unwantedhanyou: wat for?

 

father'sfailure: little brother's getting into something he shouldn't.

 

unwantedhanyou: do wat u gotta do then.

 

father'sfailure: alright. bye, unwanted.

 

unwantedhanyou: bye, failure.

 

(father'sfailure has just logged off)

 

(unwantedhanyou has just logged off)

 

I just felt like talking to her since it's been so long. She hasn't really updated on her drawings since we stopped talking. Could that be a connection? That would be interesting. My eyes snap to my door. There he is again. He always seems to show up at my door when I'm chatting with her.

 

Usually I see a smug smirk on his face, but not this time. It's pretty much blank. But I see something in his eyes. I can't place it, but it's not arrogance like usual.

 

“What?” I ask because it's starting to creep me out.

 

“Oh, nothing. Carry on,” Sesshomaru says in that tone of voice that knows something I don't, before crossing his arms and walking smoothly away. Even his walk makes him seem he knows something I don't. I don't get it. He's a very strange man and I don't see how we're related.

 

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(PoV change)

 

I logged off my computer after talking to unwanted. He makes me feel better when I do. I leave the computer to check on my brother. I walk out of my room to one down the hall with the door wide open and my brother inside. My dad's room. Not his bedroom. His art room.

 

I don't like to come in here unless I need to, but Souta loves coming in here. I walk in the room and stand beside him. He keeps looking around. I look around too. All the photographs, drawings, and paintings lining the walls. It hurts to look at them all. Even the old ones of mine up until he died.

Dad and I were both artists. He was a photographer. He painted a little, too. And he kinda taught me but I stuck with drawing. He loved all my drawings. Practically worshipped every one. He kept all of our works in his room and his favorites would be placed around the house. Now, they're all in this room. I don't like to look at them. I don't like to remember.

 

“What are you doing here, Souta?” I ask. He keeps looking at the works of art.

 

“Just looking. Remembering.” I don't like this. I don't like him, or anyone, coming in here and disturbing Dad's things.

 

“Come on. Let's go,” I say, taking his arm to leave. He shoves out of my grasp.

 

“No,” he says a little sternly.

 

“Get out,” I say somewhat firmly.

 

“Stop it. Stop trying to make me forget Dad like you have.” That stung.

 

“That's not true.”

 

“Yeah it is. You know it is. You act like Dad never even existed. You haven't cried once since he died. You're nothing like you used to be. You've completely changed. It's like I barely know you,” he says, his voice gradually getting louder.

 

“Shut up! You don't know anything!” I shout at him.

 

“Then why don't you tell me? You don't tell anyone anything anymore! You don't want anyone to know anything about you!”

 

“I'm perfectly fine,” I say softly.

 

“No, you're not! You haven't moved on.”

 

“Yes, I have!” I come back sternly.

 

“No, you haven't! I refuse to believe you have. If you had, you wouldn't be acting this way. Nothing's the same with you. I know Dad wouldn't have wanted you to be like this. I just wish I had my sister back.” By this time I see the forming of tears in the corners of his eyes. He quickly storms out of the room, into his. He slams his door so hard it makes me jump.

 

I look around Dad's room one more time before gently closing the door. I head back to my room. I need Evanescence. Evanescence helps me through depressing times. I set it to a loud volume, but not loud enough to make me go deaf. I take out my sketchpad and start drawing. I need to lose myself. Souta's words really hurt me. And I don't want to remember. It hurts to remember.

 

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That's it. This took a while to write because of the Internet conversation. Since this is the only story I'm working on now, I should be having sooner updates. I might have a new story coming up soon, but I still need to think out everything. Like a title. Or another one with a title, but not a lot of plot. Please review! Until next time.