InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Closed Door Just Might Open ❯ adjusting ( Chapter 15 )

You know what I hate? I hate starting a chapter in December, but stopping halfway because of major writer's block, and then picking it up again in April and finishing, but right when you're about to post it, your computer deletes all traces of it and you don't have any more time to write until school lets out, and even then you have writer's block again, so you're writing a month after school let out. Yeah, I hate that.

 

Can you believe it's been a year since I started rewriting this story; almost two years since I started the first sucky story? And I'm only like halfway through it. I need to move faster.

 

Thank you Brandospands, artistic dream song, Sumisung, and SarahaBeara for reviewing. I'm not gonna reply to the comments this time so we can get to the chapter. Very sorry for the long wait!

 

I don't think I've ever said this: I don't own deviantART or any deviantART related things.

 

This was started three weeks ago.

 

On with the story.

 

The Closed Door Just Might Open

 

Chapter 15: adjusting

 

I couldn't go back to sleep. It's terrible! One: I just want to get some sleep. I'm so tired and sleep sounds good right now. Two: all these thoughts of Inuyasha are what are keeping me awake, which makes me want to sleep more so I can just forget about them. Although, if I sleep, I may dream about him again. Ugh, it's a lose-lose situation.

 

So what do I do for the first few hours? Find all ways possible to get back to sleep—hey, I'm still tired. First, I just do what I usually do: bury my head in my pillow, close my eyes, and wait to fall into dreamland. That didn't work. One: my brain is still awake, so it's still thinking nonstop, which is thinking about Inuyasha, which is the first thing I saw when I closed my eyes.

 

Usually I fall asleep to music. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be the case this time. I first set it to calming, soft songs and continued to stare at the ceiling until it lulled me to sleep. The lulling never happened. This may seem stupid, but then I set it to fast, hard rock kind of songs. When another half hour went by, I figured I would give up on music.

 

Music from my speakers anyway. I tried singing any song I could think of off the top of my head. It usually works. I know it's working when my voice sounds muffled from almost sleep and when I start singing lower than what it is, and then I can close my eyes `cause my brain has shut off. My voice never lowered and barely ever became muffled and my brain is still up and running.

 

It's now 4:10 and I'm still awake. There's no way I can go back now. Since it's now a lost cause, I turn on the TV. What a surprise, there's nothing good on in the morning. No one is ever awake for good shows at this time, and if they are, it's because they're getting ready for work or something, which is why they put all the bad shows on at this time. Why, God? Why do you do this to me?

 

Movies. Do I have any good movies? I don't really feel like watching any seasons of shows. Hmm, I'll check. Now what can I watch? Well, there are the movies made for the shows. Nah, I don't think so. Disney movies! Oh my god, I haven't watched those in years. I kinda miss them. Now, which one should I pick? Bambi! Bambi was always so cute, especially Thumper. But I like The Lion King, too. I know I want an animal one. Aw, Lady and the Tramp. No, there's too much love in it. Wait, there's love in like every Disney movie. I can't watch any of these. Why does there always have to be a guy and a girl, or a guy animal and a girl animal, getting together in like practically every movie. I know there's some that don't, but that's basically the idea.

 

I sighed. Ok, no Disney movies today. Well, now I can't think of any movie. I'm gonna draw or touch up some drawings. Hey, don't I have some unfinished drawings in one of my sketchbooks? I think I do. I go over to my dad's room to take the sketchbook I want, trying not to look around. I hurry back to my room.

 

I turn on my reading light, switch on some music, and start drawing to my heart's content. Before I know it, it's already about 8:00. I always get carried away when I draw. I'm kinda hungry, so I think I'll go down to the kitchen to get cereal or something.

 

I get up, but just as I'm about to leave my room, I hear a noise at my window. I turn back slowly, wondering if I just imagined it, but then I hear it again. Could it be a burglar? Why would they come in my room? Right, like they even know it's my room. I look around my room for something I could hit it with. I find my crutches from when I sprained my ankle when I was 10. I grab one and creep slowly toward the window. I hear something click, and then I remembered I never lock my window. Why do I do that? I can't believe how incredibly stupid that is.

 

Then the figure swoops up in my vision and I forget all about my crutch and scream. Well, it was more like something between a squeal and a scream, and it was cut short when I realized whom it was.

 

“Kag, it's just me!” Inuyasha said desperately. I guess I scared the both of us. “Hey, what were you planning to do with that?” He looks at my crutch. I look at it, almost disgusted with myself that I would even use it, and then drop it.

 

The shock on my face passes over only to be replaced by anger. “Yash, you scared me half to death!” I said to him, punching him in the arm to convey my anger through physical action.

 

“Hey!” he exclaims while rubbing his arm. “Sorry, I thought you were asleep,” he says soothingly. I can see he didn't mean to scare me, but I'm definitely locking my window from now on.

 

“Can I come in?” he asks. I sigh and move aside, signaling he can. He moved a bit awkwardly to get through the window and past me, but then he seemed to right himself and sit in my computer chair. I closed my window.

 

This is not good for me. It can't be healthy. I'm running on `no sleep' and the cause of my `no sleep' is sitting in my room like he belongs there. Not to mention, he just scared me out of my skin coming through my window. I couldn't make sense of this situation to begin with. And now he's here for me to stress out even more. I can't even look at him the same. I don't even know if I'll be able to talk to him without him figuring out something's wrong with me. First things first, why is he here?

 

“Why are you here?” I voiced aloud, hoping I didn't sound strange. If I did, I'd blame it on my earlier scare.

 

“About that…I meant to freak you out—”

 

“Well, mission accomplished!” I interrupted.

 

“But I thought you'd be asleep!”

 

My eyebrows furrowed. “That's supposed to make it better?!”

 

He looked a little shy. “Well, no. But I was gonna do that thing where I'm in your face when you wake up, and then I'd see what you'd do.”

 

I think I felt my eye twitch. This is too much. I can't deal with this right now. Hey, wasn't I hungry earlier?

 

“Whatever, I'm going down to the kitchen to get something to eat. Do what you please to keep yourself busy.” And then I left the room without waiting for a reaction.

 

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(PoV change)

 

Do what I please to keep myself busy, huh? All right then. I look around the room to find anything that could “keep me busy.” My eyes rove past the bed only to be drawn back to it by a discoloration, something that doesn't belong on a bed. I got up from the computer chair to sit on the bed and check what it is.

 

It looks like a notebook only the spiral is at the top instead of on the side so it looks like a giant steno pad, and there's cardboard in the back. The paper is lighter than parchment, but darker than printer paper. It's opened to a blank page, but a pencil rests on top of it. I close it so I can see what's on the cover. It's not quite cardboard, but it's not quite paper either. It's colored brown with a photo of pencils on it. Below that is the word “Drawing” in big white letters.

 

This is a sketchpad. Hmm, I didn't know Kagome drew. I look left and right. Maybe she won't mind if I take a peak. I flip to a random page and am shocked to find a picture I know. I know I've seen it before `cause I've saved it to my computer and looked at it literally a hundred times. This is one of father'sfailure's pictures.

 

Before I had a chance to react in any way, Kagome came back in with a bowl of cereal. I was frozen in place; all I could do was stare at her with her sketchbook in my hands.

 

Then she seemed to realize something was amiss. Her eyes slowly traveled down to my hands and then widened. She placed the bowl down before rushing over to me and taking the sketchpad from my hands. I didn't even resist.

 

“What are you doing with this?” she whispered urgently.

 

I regarded her with wide eyes. “It was on your bed,” I answered her smoothly. Something like realization flashes behind her eyes as she hugs it to her chest.

 

“Did you draw those?” I asked, my eyes traveling to the sketchbook, then back up to hers.

 

“Why?” she asked, but I didn't hear any suspicion in it.

 

“ `Cause I've seen them before.”

 

“How is that possible?” she asked in disbelief.

 

“Because you scan them into your computer and post them on your deviantART account where you chat back and forth with me about them,” I rattle off, all the pieces coming together in my head. Her eyes widened even more, if that was possible. She moved slowly to sit on the bed across from me, placing her sketchpad to her right.

 

They must have clicked in her head too. “You're unwantedhanyou?” I nodded. She exhaled in relief or incredulity, I wasn't sure. Then she held her face in her hands.

 

“I don't believe this,” she said, more to herself than me.

 

“Are you ok?” I asked as I rested a hand on her shoulder. She whipped it away with a bat of her hand, and then quickly apologized when she realized what he'd done.

 

This may be the wrong time to say this, but… “You know, your cereal's gonna get soggy.” She let out a bark of a laugh before falling silent.

 

“I didn't want you to know. I didn't want anyone to know,” she said softly after a few minutes of silence.

 

“Why?” I asked just as quietly, hoping not to discourage her talking.

 

“It's private. It was just for me. No one could judge me face-to-face. People liked them for their quality, not who made them. Only Sango knows.” It must have taken a lot just for her to say that out loud.

 

“Is it all right that I know? Well, officially, since I've kinda known for a year.” She let out an audible smirk and then gave a weak smile.

 

“I guess.” I smiled knowing she could trust me.

 

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“Hey,” she called out. I turned at the sound of her voice only to be blinded by the flashes from her dad's camera. I blinked rapidly as I tried to find out where she was in my line of sight. I think she's that blurry thing to my right.

 

I rubbed my eyes. “What are you doing?”

 

“I'm broadening my artistic horizons,” she replied cheerfully. My hands stopped moving and I lowered them to look at her.

 

“You're not going to post that, are you?” I asked skeptically.

 

She raised her eyebrows. “Maybe,” she said in that way that's pulled out but not singsong.

 

“No. You're not,” I said firmly.

 

“Are you gonna stop me?”

 

“I can try,” I said before running after her to get the camera. She squealed before getting away.

 

We were at the park again. Things have been going good. I feel like we've gotten everything out in the open and are really good friends. Well, not everything, but I don't have to tell her that just yet. Things have only changed a little bit. She's not acting the same as she did before. Like sometimes, she'll say something and she'll look at me like she hadn't meant to. I pinned it on her adjusting to my knowing of her drawing. She's probably still not used to it. I'm sure she'll be back to normal soon, though.

 

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FINALLY!!! Took me long enough, right? Sorry it's short. I think this was way better than the first time I wrote it. This is the best you'll get right now. And I won't be back at my house for the rest of the week. Sorry. Until next time.