InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tellings of the Movie Tickets ❯ Stirred Hope ( Chapter 2 )
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By: BeRRyBLOssoM744 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.01.2005 | Updated On: 05.01.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 330 | Status: Work In Progress
Please Read and Review. Even 5 words would encourage me to keep writing. Please no flames...just constructive criticism.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.01.2005 | Updated On: 05.01.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 330 | Status: Work In Progress
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Perfect. Just great. Now I'm regretting saying 'yes'. Im regretting saying I 'don’t think it's gonna work out'. Now that I really think about it, I think that he doesn't deserve me. In fact, I know that he doesn't deserve me. Today is October 13. I know I shouldn't have told him that it wouldn't work out. Shit...im an idiot. He did say that if I broke up with him, we would never get back together.
>Flashback<
I woke up at the usual time on a Sunday morning. It was 3:17pm. Today was just really tired day. Mostly I just stared at the ceiling for an hour and a half. Just thinking. I seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. Just thinking. Thinking dirty. I couldn't help myself. I thought back to those times where I had to-I absolutely had to at least finger myself four or five times a day. I only heard guys doing that. I wasn't a desperate girl. But in some points of the day I would be eating or doing homework and suddenly I would feel myself get wet.
I started to get scared at first thinking that I had some kind of a problem with me. But I just let it slide. Then I wouldn't get wet at the times where someone would make me feel good or talk dirty to me. I had to pretend that I was wet. But I didn’t want to make people feel bad. Then when I just thought that I should go to my mother and talk about it, it stopped. I was relieved that I didn't have to fake anymore.
Ever since yesterday that I met him. About 20 minutes after I had gotten home, Inuyasha called me. I had my own phone line, so I didn't have to worry about my mother or brother hearing me on the other line. We talked about everything talking well into the morning. Finally hanging up a little after 4 in the morning. I learned a lot about him.
His name is Inuyasha Takahashi. He's in 8th grade. He is 14 and his birthday is February 23. I was only a year older than him. It was good. Although he lied to me when we talked at the movies. He told me he was a sophomore like me. He told me that he thought I wouldn't like him if he had told me the truth. How could I not like him? Oh yea, his favorite color is red. And his second is baby blue. He loves ramen. He also told me about his family. He said he has an older half brother. I don’t quite remember his name. But I know it starts with a 'S'. He told me his dad was never married to his mother. He died. Someone shot him. His killer was in prison in Mexico. He would get out in 2009. He only got 9 years in there.
He told me that they had been good friends. Best friends even. Mr. Prison and his dad. They got into an argument when his father, a lawyer, had found millions of drug money in a couple of duffle bags. He shot him and ran with the money. When he told me the story I felt bad for him. I didn't feel sorry for him though. It was meant to be. My dad died too. But he didn't get shot. Cancer. Lung Cancer exactly. When she found out, she promised herself to never smoke again.
We talked about good memories after, to lighten the mood. First pet. First bike ride. Then we started with the dirty talk. It amazed her. He was just so good at it. I remember getting a lot of tingles that were very new to me. I got goose bumps too. That's never happened to me. That was my first time not pretending. Did I mention my first time not pretending! From the 1st or 2nd day, I knew he would be different. I was feeling very self-conscious when I was around him. I didn't know why.
It didn't matter though. I had homework to do. I tried getting out of bed and realized that I had been stroking myself. I got angry. Then I started laughing. Hard. I was laughing so much, my sides hurt. When I finally stopped laughing, I got my study materials out did homework. I got done around 6:30. Mom called me down to dinner.
Today she brought Mexican food. I loved living in California. It was always warm. Even in the winter. It wasn't that cold. I thought about Inuyasha the hole time when I was eating. I was anxious to when I was gonna see him again. AHHH! She couldn't wait. I can't tell my mom.
She doesn't let me have boyfriends. I think that she was afraid that I would go off and have sex or something. Or maybe rape. I clearly told everybody that I was waiting until marriage to have sex.
>It didn't go that way though. Miss Virginity didn't ever meet Mr. Marriage...
>End of Flashback<
I turned on my mix CD. I was sorta getting over my punk stage, but I still liked it. It had been nearly 8 years. I loved the Vibrators and Nekromantix. I was now amazed with metal. I recently have gotten Pantera, Hatebreed, Killswitch Engage. Oh...yea and Slipknot.
So I sang along to the words.
Hello mate, here we are
You know what we stand for
Forever we will stay
Funeral Dress play
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - was OK
Sex, drugs and punkrock - is better anyway
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - was OK
Sex, drugs and punkrock - is better anyway
You're jumping all around
On a punk rock sound
I know what you feel Because it's real
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - was OK
Sex, drugs and punkrock - is better anyway
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - was OK
Sex, drugs and punkrock - is better anyway
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - Oi-Oi-Oi
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - Oi-Oi-Oi
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - Oi-Oi-Oi
Sex, drugs and punkrock - Oiiii
Although the song was short, the song was nothing like my life. It wasn't about sex. Hadn't had that since I was sixteen. Drugs. Not anymore. Being caught and having kicked out of school was enough to make me stop. Rock and roll. Yea right! I wished life were as easy as a song. Metal all the way! I let my Mix Cd play while I took a shower. I got out. Dried myself.
(Narrator’s POV)
While she was dressing she heard doorbell ring. She hurried putting on her shirt. It was 9:28pm. Rarely somebody came by at that time on a weekday. She opened her door. She gasped. She was surprised. She tried to speak several times. But nothing came out. Finally she summoned her voice box to speak.
"What in the world are you doing here. I thought you said that you and me would never-" she never got to finish her sentence. He covered her mouth with his lips. His big hands on her shoulders. He closed the door. Moved his hands down her arms. His hands were so warm. So soft yet hard. His hands picked her up. Making her have to wrap her legs around his waist. She didn't notice that she was slightly grinding herself into him. The only protest came after she felt his cock hard. She pushed against his shoulders and unwrapped her legs. Slowly she backed away and let herself fall and sink onto the couch.
"I'm sorry I said that I would never give you a chance. You told me from the beginning how you would act. If he ever came back. I didn't think it would happen, so I never worried about it." he said. Sitting beside her. His worried eyes were searching her face for something other than horror and surprise. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"I can't believe you did that. You know why I broke up with you. I'm-" Once again interrupted. The young handsome man with jet black hair frowned. He took her hands in his. She had such small delicate hands. The hands that had caressed his skin. But also HIS. Inuyasha.
"Don’t say it. But Kagome...I...I don't want to be without you. I wouldn't leave you."
"Kouga. We are over. Go home. Please." Kouga frowned even more. He got on his knees in front of her.
"Kouga! Please don't beg!" She said trying to remove her hands from his. But he wasn't having any of it.
"Kagome. Im not gonna beg" he said smirking. Kagome calmed and smiled a bit.
"Kagome...you know that I love you. I have loved since my senior year in high school. Have you ever loved me though? And please I don't want any lies. The truth. Please. Tell me." She looked sad. She got on her knees too. She looked deep into his eyes.
"Kouga" She said
"Yes Kagome"
"No. Never loved. Liked, like, not loved."she said. It hurt. It hurt like a motherfucker. Wait...like. She still liked him. Hope stirred. But Kagome didn't love him. Never did. Her heart was held by Inuyasha.
"If he let you go...could you?" He said hopping. Just hopping once again.
"No...and yes" His eyes filled with question.
"Huh? What is that suppose to mean?" she sighed
"Kouga. If he let go, I don’t think I could. And if somehow I did...I wouldn't want to get hurt"
"But you like me...right?" He said smiling. She smiled back.
"Yes"
That's all that he needed at the moment. He wrapped his arms around her. He fell asleep.
She didn't.
Too busy thinking.
"Inuyasha" she whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek.
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Hey Thanks for reading! I would love to know what you think. It only takes less than a minute. I'm not asking for a big paragraph. Just a
"Great story! Update soon!" four words. 4. So plz!!!
Perfect. Just great. Now I'm regretting saying 'yes'. Im regretting saying I 'don’t think it's gonna work out'. Now that I really think about it, I think that he doesn't deserve me. In fact, I know that he doesn't deserve me. Today is October 13. I know I shouldn't have told him that it wouldn't work out. Shit...im an idiot. He did say that if I broke up with him, we would never get back together.
>Flashback<
I woke up at the usual time on a Sunday morning. It was 3:17pm. Today was just really tired day. Mostly I just stared at the ceiling for an hour and a half. Just thinking. I seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. Just thinking. Thinking dirty. I couldn't help myself. I thought back to those times where I had to-I absolutely had to at least finger myself four or five times a day. I only heard guys doing that. I wasn't a desperate girl. But in some points of the day I would be eating or doing homework and suddenly I would feel myself get wet.
I started to get scared at first thinking that I had some kind of a problem with me. But I just let it slide. Then I wouldn't get wet at the times where someone would make me feel good or talk dirty to me. I had to pretend that I was wet. But I didn’t want to make people feel bad. Then when I just thought that I should go to my mother and talk about it, it stopped. I was relieved that I didn't have to fake anymore.
Ever since yesterday that I met him. About 20 minutes after I had gotten home, Inuyasha called me. I had my own phone line, so I didn't have to worry about my mother or brother hearing me on the other line. We talked about everything talking well into the morning. Finally hanging up a little after 4 in the morning. I learned a lot about him.
His name is Inuyasha Takahashi. He's in 8th grade. He is 14 and his birthday is February 23. I was only a year older than him. It was good. Although he lied to me when we talked at the movies. He told me he was a sophomore like me. He told me that he thought I wouldn't like him if he had told me the truth. How could I not like him? Oh yea, his favorite color is red. And his second is baby blue. He loves ramen. He also told me about his family. He said he has an older half brother. I don’t quite remember his name. But I know it starts with a 'S'. He told me his dad was never married to his mother. He died. Someone shot him. His killer was in prison in Mexico. He would get out in 2009. He only got 9 years in there.
He told me that they had been good friends. Best friends even. Mr. Prison and his dad. They got into an argument when his father, a lawyer, had found millions of drug money in a couple of duffle bags. He shot him and ran with the money. When he told me the story I felt bad for him. I didn't feel sorry for him though. It was meant to be. My dad died too. But he didn't get shot. Cancer. Lung Cancer exactly. When she found out, she promised herself to never smoke again.
We talked about good memories after, to lighten the mood. First pet. First bike ride. Then we started with the dirty talk. It amazed her. He was just so good at it. I remember getting a lot of tingles that were very new to me. I got goose bumps too. That's never happened to me. That was my first time not pretending. Did I mention my first time not pretending! From the 1st or 2nd day, I knew he would be different. I was feeling very self-conscious when I was around him. I didn't know why.
It didn't matter though. I had homework to do. I tried getting out of bed and realized that I had been stroking myself. I got angry. Then I started laughing. Hard. I was laughing so much, my sides hurt. When I finally stopped laughing, I got my study materials out did homework. I got done around 6:30. Mom called me down to dinner.
Today she brought Mexican food. I loved living in California. It was always warm. Even in the winter. It wasn't that cold. I thought about Inuyasha the hole time when I was eating. I was anxious to when I was gonna see him again. AHHH! She couldn't wait. I can't tell my mom.
She doesn't let me have boyfriends. I think that she was afraid that I would go off and have sex or something. Or maybe rape. I clearly told everybody that I was waiting until marriage to have sex.
>It didn't go that way though. Miss Virginity didn't ever meet Mr. Marriage...
>End of Flashback<
I turned on my mix CD. I was sorta getting over my punk stage, but I still liked it. It had been nearly 8 years. I loved the Vibrators and Nekromantix. I was now amazed with metal. I recently have gotten Pantera, Hatebreed, Killswitch Engage. Oh...yea and Slipknot.
So I sang along to the words.
Hello mate, here we are
You know what we stand for
Forever we will stay
Funeral Dress play
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - was OK
Sex, drugs and punkrock - is better anyway
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - was OK
Sex, drugs and punkrock - is better anyway
You're jumping all around
On a punk rock sound
I know what you feel Because it's real
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - was OK
Sex, drugs and punkrock - is better anyway
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - was OK
Sex, drugs and punkrock - is better anyway
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - Oi-Oi-Oi
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - Oi-Oi-Oi
Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - Oi-Oi-Oi
Sex, drugs and punkrock - Oiiii
Although the song was short, the song was nothing like my life. It wasn't about sex. Hadn't had that since I was sixteen. Drugs. Not anymore. Being caught and having kicked out of school was enough to make me stop. Rock and roll. Yea right! I wished life were as easy as a song. Metal all the way! I let my Mix Cd play while I took a shower. I got out. Dried myself.
(Narrator’s POV)
While she was dressing she heard doorbell ring. She hurried putting on her shirt. It was 9:28pm. Rarely somebody came by at that time on a weekday. She opened her door. She gasped. She was surprised. She tried to speak several times. But nothing came out. Finally she summoned her voice box to speak.
"What in the world are you doing here. I thought you said that you and me would never-" she never got to finish her sentence. He covered her mouth with his lips. His big hands on her shoulders. He closed the door. Moved his hands down her arms. His hands were so warm. So soft yet hard. His hands picked her up. Making her have to wrap her legs around his waist. She didn't notice that she was slightly grinding herself into him. The only protest came after she felt his cock hard. She pushed against his shoulders and unwrapped her legs. Slowly she backed away and let herself fall and sink onto the couch.
"I'm sorry I said that I would never give you a chance. You told me from the beginning how you would act. If he ever came back. I didn't think it would happen, so I never worried about it." he said. Sitting beside her. His worried eyes were searching her face for something other than horror and surprise. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"I can't believe you did that. You know why I broke up with you. I'm-" Once again interrupted. The young handsome man with jet black hair frowned. He took her hands in his. She had such small delicate hands. The hands that had caressed his skin. But also HIS. Inuyasha.
"Don’t say it. But Kagome...I...I don't want to be without you. I wouldn't leave you."
"Kouga. We are over. Go home. Please." Kouga frowned even more. He got on his knees in front of her.
"Kouga! Please don't beg!" She said trying to remove her hands from his. But he wasn't having any of it.
"Kagome. Im not gonna beg" he said smirking. Kagome calmed and smiled a bit.
"Kagome...you know that I love you. I have loved since my senior year in high school. Have you ever loved me though? And please I don't want any lies. The truth. Please. Tell me." She looked sad. She got on her knees too. She looked deep into his eyes.
"Kouga" She said
"Yes Kagome"
"No. Never loved. Liked, like, not loved."she said. It hurt. It hurt like a motherfucker. Wait...like. She still liked him. Hope stirred. But Kagome didn't love him. Never did. Her heart was held by Inuyasha.
"If he let you go...could you?" He said hopping. Just hopping once again.
"No...and yes" His eyes filled with question.
"Huh? What is that suppose to mean?" she sighed
"Kouga. If he let go, I don’t think I could. And if somehow I did...I wouldn't want to get hurt"
"But you like me...right?" He said smiling. She smiled back.
"Yes"
That's all that he needed at the moment. He wrapped his arms around her. He fell asleep.
She didn't.
Too busy thinking.
"Inuyasha" she whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek.
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