InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Opposite of Hate ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Lil Babe0206 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.03.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 610 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.03.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 610 | Status: Work In Progress
Sorry it took long… I wasn’t in the mood to write. Thanks for the reviews though(:, I want more xD.
Chapter 4
Warm. Wrapped around her she could feel warm arms. Kagome could hear a fast thumping heart, like a hammer to thick cloth. She snuggled into it more, enjoying the heat radiating from what was wrapped around her. Its grip tightened around her, and she felt comforted. Opening her eyes to see where this wonderful warmth was coming from, she gasped.
The Prince.
The image of his smiling face disappeared then, and swirled and twirled around her. Then it was gone.
She awoke and noticed she was in the Prince’s bed, but with no sign of him anywhere.
She shut her eyes closed again and hid her face with her hands. She didn’t want to dream of those things, especially not with him in it. He was a cold hearted imbecile, and she didn’t need her subconscious conjuring up a fake Prince that she’d swoon over and get her hopes up over. The Prince in her dream was nothing like the real one.
But then the memories of the day before all came rushing in, and denied that last thought.
All that happened next denied that thought too.
The Prince came rushing in then and Kagome shot straight up in the bed. “Up. Get up.” His cold voice ordered her and she completely forgot about the sweet Prince from the day before. She got up stiffly and he came over to her, towering about five inches above her.
He glared, “There will be a Ball tomorrow. They will announce our…” His jaw clenched and you could hear his teeth grinding slightly and he continued curtly, “Engagement. You must be presentable and ready.”
She glowered at him, “Do you think I can’t be presentable? Do you think you must inform me of that?”
“With that attitude and the way you talk back, you are hardly presentable in my book.” He snapped back at her, with a look of pure disgust.
She flared then, and it seemed an aura of anger and hostility engulfed her and she almost reached for the envelope opener on his dresser. She restrained her anger and swallowed hard. Talking back to him now would only prove him right.
“Okay. How do you think I will be presentable? Do you by any chance have a certain ‘attire’ for me?” Ignoring the fact that when he said presentable he meant something different than clothing, she insisted to act dumb-founded.
He was oddly ready for that one. With a snap of his white gloved fingers, two maids rushed in with a white rectangle box. They placed it on the bed, bowed and turned to leave.
The Prince lifted the lid and all she saw was an ocean of blue silk and white shiny pearls. He pulled it out and held it up for her to see. The corset was aligned with elegant white lace and small pearls. The skirt of the dress was all ruffled silk, white lace aligning the bottom.
It only took her a second to process all that until she gasped and saw it fully. It was elegant, it could make the clumsiest girls look even the slightest bit graceful. It could give the ugliest person alive some justice. She stepped forward and ran her hand over the folded ruffled planes of the skirt, feeling its soft texture.
“It’s gorgeous…” Was all she could manage to say, even when she knew that was only an understatement.
“Glad you like it.” He grunted, then turned and folded the dress back into the box, closing it shut.
“You better be ready. And none of that attitude please, most of the country will be there.” He added the next statement as an after thought, “Your parents will be there as well.”
~*~
“He so irritating Sango!” Kagome was pacing around the room, throwing her arms in the air and shaking her head.
Sango just sat on the bed, looking down at her hands, “Kagome, you must bear with it. I can’t stand to see you so troubled. I know you are suffering greatly but you are worrying me tremendously…”
Kagome stopped in mid pace. How selfish of her self. Not thinking about how her ranting on to Sango about her problems could be troubling Sango as well. Kagome may have been the one suffering the most, but that was also worrying Sango.
Walking over to her, Kagome sat on the bed next to Sango and put her arm around her. She hugged her close and smiled at Sango, “I’m sorry Sango, I shouldn’t be so pessimistic. All I’ve been doing lately when we’re together is talking about all my problems. I should listen to you this time. How’s it been? Are you and this Miroku person still together?”
Sango lit up instantly at the sound of his name and sat up straight, “Oh, yes of course!” She exclaimed with a smile. “He’s so sweet! You don’t know the things he says,” She pulled her hands over her heart. “Almost poetic!” Sango through her hands into the air and sighed happily.
Kagome giggled and grinned at her, “I’m so happy to hear that! But I’d love to meet him, I would like to see this man that has made you so happy.”
Sango got up and grabbed Kagome’s hand, “We can go meet him now if you’d like to?”
Sitting up, Kagome smiled and gripped her best friends hand tighter, “Of course!”
With that, Sango tugged Kagome out and down the hall. Turning left and right, through doors, Kagome mentally noted to start to get to know the castle. If she were to live here for the rest of her life, she’d have to know how to get to a restroom in the middle of the night…
One last door and they arrived in front of another door. Sango lightly knocked and the door flew open to a smiling man with dark hair pulled back to a small ponytail.
“Sango!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms open and Sango rushed over to him and his arms wrapped around her.
Then Sango turned and introduced Kagome, “The Princess, my best friend, my sister, my master, Kagome.” Sango smiled grabbing Kagome’s hand to pull her forward.
The man smiled, clearly this was Miroku so Kagome greeted him after he bowed, “You must be Miroku? It’s so nice to finally meet the person my best friend has been talking so much about!” Sango’s face burned, and looked away with a small smile tugging at her lips.
Miroku chuckled and kissed Sango’s head, “Yes, that would be me. I hope!” He laughed at his joke and held Sango closer. Then he moved over and gestured for us to come in. His room was slightly smaller than the Prince’s, but just as magnificent.
For not being true royalty, it was a pretty elegant room. Arched ceiling, big bed with a golden comforter and a dresser with a grand mirror hanging over it. Unlike the Prince’s room Miroku didn’t have a mural on his ceiling, and no paintings hanged up.
“You should’ve told me you were bringing her, I would’ve told the servant to clean my room up a little…” He laughed and rubbed the back of his head.
“No, it’s okay,” Kagome smiled at him and waved off his worry.
Kagome could see the way they looked at each other, the way he held her tightly to himself. She could see the love radiating off of them. There was a feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling of desire. Jealousy. Kagome was envious of the fact that Sango had found someone she loved, but Kagome was stuck with a man she had no interest in. But she was happy for her best friend, that’s what kept Kagome on the side of sanity.
A maid rushed in then, interrupting Kagome’s train of thought. “Sir Miroku? The Prince is requesting your presence in his room.”
Miroku nodded once and turned to Sango, “That’s my cue.” He said with a grimace.
“He hasn’t been in the greatest mood lately… But I think I know why.” Miroku looked over at Kagome.
“Miroku?” Kagome called for him after he’d kissed Sango and was headed for the door.
He stepped back and turned his head, “Yes?”
“Do you have any idea why he’s so cold towards me?” Kagome asked hesitantly.
Miroku frowned and walked towards the door, “We’ll speak of that later, right now there is no time.” And with that he walked out the door.
~*~
After that, Kagome had not gone back to the room, knowing that the Prince was there. She’d gone back to Sango’s room and spent the afternoon there until dinner was called and they went downstairs to eat. Sango, being considered a servant, had to eat with the others. Though she had special treatment, which was exactly the reason she had a decent room and not the small cramped ones the servants lived in.
The Prince had not attended dinner, he ordered it to his room and ate there. He was not in the mood to see Kagome, he did not want to think about the fact that maybe he was breaking the promise he worked so hard to keep for all these years.
Pushing his plate onto his bedside table, he laid in his bed and pulled the covers over his head. That night he dreamed of her. The times when they were little, the way he’d ran away after her confession when they were only ten or so, his days after when he’d mourned his lose, the last couple of days.
And especially the night before. Though the scene came out different. She’d never ran away, she’d never been mad to begin with it seemed. They were in each others arms, in his bed, happy and in love.
It was beautiful, he wanted it to be real so badly. He almost cried out in agony when he was awoken by someone walking in.
He shot up in his bed and glared at the person standing in the doorway. It was only the Princess.
She closed the door behind her and walked over to stand behind the screen and changed into her nightgown. She walked out and was heading for the couch when she heard the Prince grunt something.
Turning, Kagome looked at him, feeling like she must of heard what he just said wrong, “Come again?”
“Come here.” He muttered under his breath, and she could see his embarrassed frown in the dim light of the moon coming in from the window.
Blinking twice she took a tentative step towards his bed, “Hurry up.” He snapped and Kagome flinched and froze. Noticing this he quickly fixed himself, “I mean… Ugh,” He groaned and reached over to her and grabbed her wrist.
She gasped and he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. Slowly, Kagome wrapped her arms around him too, and dug her face into his chest. She had no idea where all this was coming from so suddenly. It seemed at night when they were alone was the only time he treated her nicely.
‘Bi polar feelings?’ Kagome asked herself. But that couldn’t be, he didn’t seem to have any problems in the head… sort of. She didn't know how she felt about this though. But she had a pretty good idea of it.
Happy. That’s the way she felt right now. She didn’t let it get to her, she knew that in the morning he’d probably go back to his cold self. But she decided to let herself enjoy this moment, knowing that she shouldn’t.
She didn’t know if maybe he was acting this way because he was half asleep, or if he was warming up to her.
On the other hand, Inuyasha was mentally slapping himself. What was he doing? Breaking his promise, that’s what he was doing! But a little voice in the back of his head asked him if that promise was already broken?
They both pushed their worries out of their minds, and just sat there not wanting to ruin the moment.
A/N: Well I hoped you liked it :DD! I wrote this while I was on my way to New York on the plane :DD lmfao!
Please comment and thanks for reading!!
Chapter 4
Warm. Wrapped around her she could feel warm arms. Kagome could hear a fast thumping heart, like a hammer to thick cloth. She snuggled into it more, enjoying the heat radiating from what was wrapped around her. Its grip tightened around her, and she felt comforted. Opening her eyes to see where this wonderful warmth was coming from, she gasped.
The Prince.
The image of his smiling face disappeared then, and swirled and twirled around her. Then it was gone.
She awoke and noticed she was in the Prince’s bed, but with no sign of him anywhere.
She shut her eyes closed again and hid her face with her hands. She didn’t want to dream of those things, especially not with him in it. He was a cold hearted imbecile, and she didn’t need her subconscious conjuring up a fake Prince that she’d swoon over and get her hopes up over. The Prince in her dream was nothing like the real one.
But then the memories of the day before all came rushing in, and denied that last thought.
All that happened next denied that thought too.
The Prince came rushing in then and Kagome shot straight up in the bed. “Up. Get up.” His cold voice ordered her and she completely forgot about the sweet Prince from the day before. She got up stiffly and he came over to her, towering about five inches above her.
He glared, “There will be a Ball tomorrow. They will announce our…” His jaw clenched and you could hear his teeth grinding slightly and he continued curtly, “Engagement. You must be presentable and ready.”
She glowered at him, “Do you think I can’t be presentable? Do you think you must inform me of that?”
“With that attitude and the way you talk back, you are hardly presentable in my book.” He snapped back at her, with a look of pure disgust.
She flared then, and it seemed an aura of anger and hostility engulfed her and she almost reached for the envelope opener on his dresser. She restrained her anger and swallowed hard. Talking back to him now would only prove him right.
“Okay. How do you think I will be presentable? Do you by any chance have a certain ‘attire’ for me?” Ignoring the fact that when he said presentable he meant something different than clothing, she insisted to act dumb-founded.
He was oddly ready for that one. With a snap of his white gloved fingers, two maids rushed in with a white rectangle box. They placed it on the bed, bowed and turned to leave.
The Prince lifted the lid and all she saw was an ocean of blue silk and white shiny pearls. He pulled it out and held it up for her to see. The corset was aligned with elegant white lace and small pearls. The skirt of the dress was all ruffled silk, white lace aligning the bottom.
It only took her a second to process all that until she gasped and saw it fully. It was elegant, it could make the clumsiest girls look even the slightest bit graceful. It could give the ugliest person alive some justice. She stepped forward and ran her hand over the folded ruffled planes of the skirt, feeling its soft texture.
“It’s gorgeous…” Was all she could manage to say, even when she knew that was only an understatement.
“Glad you like it.” He grunted, then turned and folded the dress back into the box, closing it shut.
“You better be ready. And none of that attitude please, most of the country will be there.” He added the next statement as an after thought, “Your parents will be there as well.”
~*~
“He so irritating Sango!” Kagome was pacing around the room, throwing her arms in the air and shaking her head.
Sango just sat on the bed, looking down at her hands, “Kagome, you must bear with it. I can’t stand to see you so troubled. I know you are suffering greatly but you are worrying me tremendously…”
Kagome stopped in mid pace. How selfish of her self. Not thinking about how her ranting on to Sango about her problems could be troubling Sango as well. Kagome may have been the one suffering the most, but that was also worrying Sango.
Walking over to her, Kagome sat on the bed next to Sango and put her arm around her. She hugged her close and smiled at Sango, “I’m sorry Sango, I shouldn’t be so pessimistic. All I’ve been doing lately when we’re together is talking about all my problems. I should listen to you this time. How’s it been? Are you and this Miroku person still together?”
Sango lit up instantly at the sound of his name and sat up straight, “Oh, yes of course!” She exclaimed with a smile. “He’s so sweet! You don’t know the things he says,” She pulled her hands over her heart. “Almost poetic!” Sango through her hands into the air and sighed happily.
Kagome giggled and grinned at her, “I’m so happy to hear that! But I’d love to meet him, I would like to see this man that has made you so happy.”
Sango got up and grabbed Kagome’s hand, “We can go meet him now if you’d like to?”
Sitting up, Kagome smiled and gripped her best friends hand tighter, “Of course!”
With that, Sango tugged Kagome out and down the hall. Turning left and right, through doors, Kagome mentally noted to start to get to know the castle. If she were to live here for the rest of her life, she’d have to know how to get to a restroom in the middle of the night…
One last door and they arrived in front of another door. Sango lightly knocked and the door flew open to a smiling man with dark hair pulled back to a small ponytail.
“Sango!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms open and Sango rushed over to him and his arms wrapped around her.
Then Sango turned and introduced Kagome, “The Princess, my best friend, my sister, my master, Kagome.” Sango smiled grabbing Kagome’s hand to pull her forward.
The man smiled, clearly this was Miroku so Kagome greeted him after he bowed, “You must be Miroku? It’s so nice to finally meet the person my best friend has been talking so much about!” Sango’s face burned, and looked away with a small smile tugging at her lips.
Miroku chuckled and kissed Sango’s head, “Yes, that would be me. I hope!” He laughed at his joke and held Sango closer. Then he moved over and gestured for us to come in. His room was slightly smaller than the Prince’s, but just as magnificent.
For not being true royalty, it was a pretty elegant room. Arched ceiling, big bed with a golden comforter and a dresser with a grand mirror hanging over it. Unlike the Prince’s room Miroku didn’t have a mural on his ceiling, and no paintings hanged up.
“You should’ve told me you were bringing her, I would’ve told the servant to clean my room up a little…” He laughed and rubbed the back of his head.
“No, it’s okay,” Kagome smiled at him and waved off his worry.
Kagome could see the way they looked at each other, the way he held her tightly to himself. She could see the love radiating off of them. There was a feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling of desire. Jealousy. Kagome was envious of the fact that Sango had found someone she loved, but Kagome was stuck with a man she had no interest in. But she was happy for her best friend, that’s what kept Kagome on the side of sanity.
A maid rushed in then, interrupting Kagome’s train of thought. “Sir Miroku? The Prince is requesting your presence in his room.”
Miroku nodded once and turned to Sango, “That’s my cue.” He said with a grimace.
“He hasn’t been in the greatest mood lately… But I think I know why.” Miroku looked over at Kagome.
“Miroku?” Kagome called for him after he’d kissed Sango and was headed for the door.
He stepped back and turned his head, “Yes?”
“Do you have any idea why he’s so cold towards me?” Kagome asked hesitantly.
Miroku frowned and walked towards the door, “We’ll speak of that later, right now there is no time.” And with that he walked out the door.
~*~
After that, Kagome had not gone back to the room, knowing that the Prince was there. She’d gone back to Sango’s room and spent the afternoon there until dinner was called and they went downstairs to eat. Sango, being considered a servant, had to eat with the others. Though she had special treatment, which was exactly the reason she had a decent room and not the small cramped ones the servants lived in.
The Prince had not attended dinner, he ordered it to his room and ate there. He was not in the mood to see Kagome, he did not want to think about the fact that maybe he was breaking the promise he worked so hard to keep for all these years.
Pushing his plate onto his bedside table, he laid in his bed and pulled the covers over his head. That night he dreamed of her. The times when they were little, the way he’d ran away after her confession when they were only ten or so, his days after when he’d mourned his lose, the last couple of days.
And especially the night before. Though the scene came out different. She’d never ran away, she’d never been mad to begin with it seemed. They were in each others arms, in his bed, happy and in love.
It was beautiful, he wanted it to be real so badly. He almost cried out in agony when he was awoken by someone walking in.
He shot up in his bed and glared at the person standing in the doorway. It was only the Princess.
She closed the door behind her and walked over to stand behind the screen and changed into her nightgown. She walked out and was heading for the couch when she heard the Prince grunt something.
Turning, Kagome looked at him, feeling like she must of heard what he just said wrong, “Come again?”
“Come here.” He muttered under his breath, and she could see his embarrassed frown in the dim light of the moon coming in from the window.
Blinking twice she took a tentative step towards his bed, “Hurry up.” He snapped and Kagome flinched and froze. Noticing this he quickly fixed himself, “I mean… Ugh,” He groaned and reached over to her and grabbed her wrist.
She gasped and he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. Slowly, Kagome wrapped her arms around him too, and dug her face into his chest. She had no idea where all this was coming from so suddenly. It seemed at night when they were alone was the only time he treated her nicely.
‘Bi polar feelings?’ Kagome asked herself. But that couldn’t be, he didn’t seem to have any problems in the head… sort of. She didn't know how she felt about this though. But she had a pretty good idea of it.
Happy. That’s the way she felt right now. She didn’t let it get to her, she knew that in the morning he’d probably go back to his cold self. But she decided to let herself enjoy this moment, knowing that she shouldn’t.
She didn’t know if maybe he was acting this way because he was half asleep, or if he was warming up to her.
On the other hand, Inuyasha was mentally slapping himself. What was he doing? Breaking his promise, that’s what he was doing! But a little voice in the back of his head asked him if that promise was already broken?
They both pushed their worries out of their minds, and just sat there not wanting to ruin the moment.
A/N: Well I hoped you liked it :DD! I wrote this while I was on my way to New York on the plane :DD lmfao!
Please comment and thanks for reading!!