InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ THE WAR OF BLOODY *LOVE ❯ the house ( Chapter 2 )

THE WORLD OF BLOODY *LOVE

CHAPTER 2: THE HOUSE


The sun was already up and shining outside. The birds were chirping happily, as the mothers came and fed the children. It was hot; you could blame the sun for it, but it was in the summer. It was about 94 degrees outside. Even this early in the morning. People were probably already crammed at the local store, ready to buy ice because they had no air conditioner.

As the sun shinned through the blinds, they touched Kagome's face, causing her to tighten her eyes closed, and sink further into her covers. It might sound weird that it was burning up outside and Kagome was wrapped in blankets. But the truth was, even though it was summer outside, it was winter in her house.

The air conditioner worked a little too well. As soon as it was turned on, the whole house turned into another Ice Age. Also, Kagome wasn't exactly a day person. She much more preferred the night. Every time she was in it, it felt like it protected her. She felt safe in it. It was something the sun couldn't offer; the moon was much better.

Kagome loved the way it glowed all white, like it wanted you to see right through it, into another world. Yes. The night did something for Kagome. It always called her. Begging for her to come. Oh, she knew that the dark have its dangers. With it's dark ally ways and its tendency to hold all of the bad people in the world.

But she didn't care about all of that. All she cared about was the beauty that the night held. And of course, Kagome still wanted to find her night crawling creature. And the only way that she was going to find that, was by being in the darkness. A vampire or werewolf certainly wouldn't appear in the broad day light.

Kagome pulled the covers over her head completely. Instantly, she was swarmed with warmth from being under the blankets. She curled herself up in a ball, and continued to sleep a deep sleep. That is, until her alarm clock broke the wonderful silence. The sudden loud annoying noise jolted Kagome from her sweet slumber.

She groaned a deep sad groan. Why did she have to wake up today? Today of all days. She couldn't face it. She couldn't wake up and see her uncle's face, not today. Kagome could already see his face: Tired eyes, droopy with lack of sleep, a low voice concealed with sadness. She didn't want to see that.

Today was the anniversary...

Of her parent's death.

Kagome slowly sat up in bed, and shivered when the blankets fell from around her shoulders. Damn, it really was like winter it the house. Kagome reached for her still screaming alarm clock. The bright red numbers on it read 7:05. She hit the off switch for the alarm, and sat in silence when the loud ringing stopped.

"Nine years..." Kagome whispered into the quiet room, "and 3,285 long days." Kagome sighed. "And still counting...."

It was nine years ago, exactly, that Kagome's parents were killed. Nine years since that drunk driver walked away free, with no blood on his hands. It wasn't fair. While he got to walk back to his family, her parents were carried into their graves. It wasn't fair. One day, thought Kagome, he'll get his punishment. Kagome could only leave that to fate.

She quickly shut her eyes tight, to keep the tears from falling. She'd cried too many times now...too many times. And she wanted to stop. Crying wouldn't do anything anyway. All it did was give you a wet face, and puffy eyes. And who wanted that? Certainly not Kagome.

The only person she wanted to worry about was her uncle, and her grandparents. Although her grandparents were half across the world on vacation in Aruba, Kagome knew what they were thinking about. After all, Kagome's father was their son. And her Uncle Shijonu was her father's brother-big brother to be exact.

Kagome had to stop thinking of this. Well, at least she didn't have to go to her summer art program today. Her teacher, Mr. Sims, gave her a whole month off, just so Kagome could get some new inspiration. Kagome did painting, and she loved it. Her paintings were on the supernatural side of course. But Mr. Sims loved them just the same.

He even wanted to enter Kagome in this big art contest. It would involve many artists around the world. Kagome was ready. The only problem was, she had no inspiration to get a good painting. She wanted this painting to be good. She hoped she could pull it off in such a short period of time. Kagome was a lazy person.

”Kagome!” her uncle called from downstairs, “Kagome! Get up. I thought you were helping me at the house today. Kagome!”

Kagome groaned. Damn it! She forgot all about the fucking house. She told her uncle she would help him to fix up one of his houses he wanted to put up for rent. Kagome had only been there once; she was about 13 years old. She loved the place too. She liked how it was dark, and how it had the huge forest right behind it.

But that didn't mean she wanted to work there all day, especially when it was so hot outside. But she already told him she would. But she could ditch it if she wanted to, she didn't make a promise. She hasn't made one since that day

 

“Kagome!” Her uncle yelled again. She heard him walking up the stairs to come in her room. He stopped outside her door, and then knocked. Kagome grunted to let him know she was awake. Her uncle pushed his head in pass the door and smiled.

 

“Wake up, sleepy head”, he said. Kagome was slightly surprised that he didn't look at all sad. Maybe, he was slowly getting over their death. “Get dressed, and fast too. Your friend is already here.”

 

“Sango!” Kagome yelled.

 

“Well I guess. I don't really know your friend's name. She doesn't talk much, you know.”

 

“Well, that's because you do all of the talking. Tell her I'll be down in 20 minutes.”

 

“You better be,” her uncle said before sticking his head back outside the door. Kagome flung herself out of her bed, and once again shivered. She walked to her window and opened it. She was met with hot air, which felt good against her skin after being stuck in the Ice Age for so long. Kagome stuck her head out the window.

Yup, she was right. Even at this early time, people were already crowding at the corner store, not far away from her window. Kagome sighed and put her head back in.

 

“Another boring day,” she muttered as she made her way to the bathroom.

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“…and you know, Kagome really is doing great on her art,” Sango was saying. That was the only thing she could think of as light conversation with Mr. Higurashi. She liked him, but she never knew what to say around him. He usually said it all.

 

“This painting she showed me-it had a vampire and werewolf in it. That's all she ever paints really-” Sango stopped when she saw Mr. Higurashi's eyes got wide, his apple that was in his hands fell and rolled to Sango's feet. “Um, Mr. Higurashi, are you all right?'

He seemed to come back to his senses at the sound of Sango's voice.

 

“Yes. Yes. I'm alright,” he said. But Sango didn't quite believe him. It was something in his eyes. Something that told her he wasn't saying it all. Why would what Kagome paints bother him that much?

 

“It's just,” he began, “Kagome never told me she paints about vampires and werewolves before. I just assumed it was something different…something…”

 

“Normal,” Sango tried to finish for him. So that was it. He never knew what Kagome painted that kind of stuff. But why would Kagome keep it a secret from him. It wasn't like what she was painting was for the CIA or something. She would ask Kagome about this later.

”Sango!”

Sango turned to the new voice that appeared in the room. It was Kagome, finally. Sango got up from the chair at the kitchen, and walked over to Kagome and gave her a hug. Her skin was cold, just like Sango from being in the house for so long.

 

 

“What took you so long?” Sango asked. “I've been freezing my butt off waiting to go. I don't have to help you out today you know.”

 

“Oh,” said Kagome, “Stop your fussing. I've been freezing my ass off in this house for-”

 

“Hey, watch that mouth of yours, Kagome,” her uncle said. Kagome rolled her eyes. Unbelievable.

 

“I can't believe it! I'm 19 years old, and I can't say the word 'ass'. What kind of world are we coming to anyway?” Sango was giggling at what Kagome said to her uncle. It was true, she had to admit. Kagome's uncle stood up and smiled. He walked towards the door, then turned around and faced the two girls.

 

“Well,” he said, “are we going to get to work or what?” The two girls groaned, but headed for the door anyway. When they got there, Sango turned to Kagome and said, “You owe me girl.”

 

“Big time,” Kagome said. And they left.

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“My god!” Sango exclaimed. “Look at that big ass forest. And its dead smack behind the house.”

 

“Sango, your mouth,” called Mr. Higurashi.

 

“Sorry,” Sango muttered.

 

“No your not,” Kagome piped in. Sango gave Kagome a glare that earned a smile in return.

They just reached the house. Okay, so it wasn't really a house. It was more of a mini mansion. The color was all black. The front door was painted red, with a white door knob. It looked weird, having an all black house, then all of a sudden, having a red door. They were behind the entrance gate. That was black too. And it was tall, about 13 feet up.

A narrow brick walkway came from the gate and stretched up to the front of the bright red door. The grass was well kept; it was a wonderful green, and it was well watered. It had to be these days, with all the heat waves going on lately. And dead smack behind the house, just as Sango had said, was the forest.

Its trees were dark green in color. And they stretched so far from behind the house. Kagome wondered how far the forest went. Maybe she could get to explore later on, when they finished cleaning the house. Kagome's uncle got out of the car and went up to the gate. He fiddled in his pocket a moment, and then retrieved a bundle of keys.

He picked one, it was silver, and then he used it to open the lock on the gate. He looked at the lock and murmured something about it being rusty and him needing to buy a new one. He leaned against the gate, and with a grunt, he pushed the gate open. As the gate slowly creaked back, it made a loud winning noise. Like a car hitting its brakes at the last moment.

He walked through, yelling over his shoulder, “You guys bring the equipment, and meet me in the house.” Then he walked up the walkway, and into the house. It was quiet for a moment. Only Sango and Kagome stood there.

 

“Well, Kagome. You heard what he said. Bring the equipment,” said Sango, as she started walking up the walkway herself. Sango really thought she was slick. Kagome wasn't going to let her get away that easy. Kagome quickly walked in front of her and blocked her path.

 

“And where are you going?” Kagome asked, hands on her hips.

 

“Into the house,” replied Sango, looking innocent.

 

“You're supposed to help me. That's why you came.”

 

“No. I came because you asked me to keep you company. You said nothing of actually helping out. You really must be more specific on your commands, Kagome.”

 

“Sango!” Was all Kagome managed to say. Sango smiled.

 

“Alright, you big cry baby. I'll help you. But I am not cleaning anything!”

1 hour and 45 minutes later

 

“I can't believe I'm cleaning. And this isn't even my house!” yelled Sango. Kagome and Sango were in the family room of the house. The walls were painted an off white, maybe close to eggshell. All of the furniture was moved to a different room, so Kagome and Sango could have better access for the cleaning. Kagome swept and mopped, while Sango dusted and sprayed.

 

“Hey!” Kagome yelled, through coughs. “Are you trying to kill us? That's way to much spray!” Kagome began fanning the air in front of her face.

 

“Shut the hell up!” said Sango. “Why don't you spray then?'

 

“No thank you.”

 

“Okay then.”

 

“We're almost done, Sango. Just relax. It's not like you had plans for anything.”

 

“And how do you know if I had plans?” asked Sango.

 

“Did you have plans?” Kagome asked. She stopped sweeping the floor and looked up at Sango.

 

“Yes.”

 

“To go where!” Kagome yelled. How could Sango have plans and not tell her. Let alone invite her! And Sango knew she's been bored out of her mind, night and day. And she didn't tell her she had plans. “To go where!” Kagome yelled again. Sango just smiled.

 

“I will tell you, if you just shut up for a second.”

 

“Okay. Where do you have plan s to go?”

 

“A party.”

 

“A party?!”

 

“Yup. A friend of mine from high school.”

 

“And when were you going to tell me?”

 

“Soon.”

 

“Soon? Oh, please. You could have told me this morning. When and where is this party?” Kagome demanded. Even though Kagome was mad, she couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face. Kagome just couldn't resist the thrill of a party, and neither could Sango.

 

`It's tonight, and it starts at 10pm. And doesn't end-” Sango put her hand in the air as a gesture, “-until everyone leaves.”

”An All Out Party! Yes. Girl, I am so there!” Kagome yelled.

 

“I knew you would,” Sango said, with a smile on her face.

 

“So who is this friend of yours?” Kagome asked.

 

“Oh. He's a nice guy-”

 

"A guy!” Kagome cut in. “Is he cute?”

 

“He's okay. I think you two would make a good couple.”

 

“Well, what are you waiting for? Tell me his name,” Kagome asked eagerly.

 

`His name is Hojo.”

That was too much. Kagome dropped the broom, and stood as it clattered against the hard wooden floor. Hojo. Oh, God. Kagome's stomach felt like she was going to throw up her breakfast. She grabbed her stomach as an expression of horror came over her face. The only thought in her head was: Hojo! Hojo! Oh, God not him, not Hojo…

 

“Kagome!” Sango yelled, as she ran up to her friend. “What's wrong? As soon as I mentioned Hojo's name-”

 

“Oh, Sango. Don't say that name around me.”

Sango's face turned sad and sympathetic. “Was he a bad boyfriend?” Then her face turned mad. “If he hurt you in any way-!”

Kagome put her hands up to silence her friend. “No! He was never my boyfriend. Never was and never will be!” Kagome yelled.

”Well then, what's the big problem?” Sango asked, getting annoyed.

 

“We went to school together,” Kagome began, “and he was the biggest pain in the ass.” Kagome quickly looked around to see if her uncle was near by to hear her language. The coast was clear. “He had this big crush on me. He never left me alone. I swear, Sango, he was like a little stalker-”

”A stalker?” Sango asked, looking skeptical. “Maybe that's a little too intense, Kagome. I don't think at the young age of-”

 

“Ten,” Kagome filled in for her.

 

“-he would stalk you. I doubt he knew what it means. So are you coming to the party or not?”

Kagome stood in silence, thinking about it. Did she really want to see Hojo again? She really didn't like him. At all. And worse. What if the party turned into some crazy freakin' reunion and Marian Whatson showed up! She would talk them to their deaths. Kagome didn't know-but she really couldn't turn down a good party.

Sango saw the flick of emotions passing through Kagome's face. “Come on, Kagome. Please come. We'll just stay clear of Hojo. Come on, it would be boring without you.”

Kagome smiled. “It would, wouldn't it?”

 

“So you're coming, then?”

”Yes, I'm coming.”

 

“I knew you would!” Sango exclaimed. “And guess what?”

 

“What?” Kagome asked, even though Sango knew she hated guessing games.

 

“I heard there's going to be a lot of hot guys there-really hot guys.”

Kagome shrugged. “So.”

 

“So…” Sango drawled out, “We get to see them. And maybe, you could hook up.”

Kagome rolled her eyes. “Sango, you're always trying to hook someone up.”

For the next couple of minutes, the two girls continued to talk about the party. But then Sango remembered she waned to ask her friend something important.

 

“Kagome,” said Sango.

 

“Mmm,” Kagome said.

 

“Why didn't you tell your uncle what you draw in your art class?”

 

 

Kagome just shrugged. “It didn't seem important. Why? Did he say something about it?”

”Well, I told him what you draw-you know, the vampires and werewolves and stuff, then his eyes got all wide and he looked shocked at something. It was really weird…”

 

“That doesn't sound like my uncle. Maybe something's wrong. I should talk to him about it. Maybe he's just sad we don't talk about my art that much. Maybe he feels like he's being left out.”

 

 

“No!” yelled Sango. “I don't want him to know I told you. I'll look like a spy or something.”

 

“Okay,” reasoned Kagome. “I'll bring it up casually. He won't suspect a thing.”

Kagome stopped and looked around the room. She dropped the broom on the floor. Sango looked up from her dusting and looked at Kagome.

 

 

“You know what, Sango? I think we're done in this room.”

 

“But, Kagome, we still have to get the cobwebs out and-”

 

“Do you want to clean this old house, or explore this old house?”

Sango smiled. She liked the way Kagome thought.