InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Time ❯ Angels In The Darkness, Loved By Misery ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

“Still, I want to know how you found me.”

“You are so predictable. Every time we go out drinking, you go wandering off. You either come back here and get black out drunk or you go pass out near that poor girl’s grave. Do we have to go through this every single time? It’s getting really annoying.” answered Naomi as she lit a cigarette.

The tiny orange ember soon turned blue as she took a long drag. It glowed even brighter, matching her eyes.

“Smoking isn’t good for you, you know.” informed Inuyasha vacantly as he sat up in the bed, now realizing that he had been stripped down to his boxers.

Naomi let out a puff of white smoke in an exasperated sigh.

“You’re one to talk. Last time I checked, neither was getting drunk all the fucking time. The day you stop is the day I stop.”

“Besides,” she began as she stalked over to him from the darkness, “It will ruin that wonderful physique of yours.”

He finally saw her when she was about two inches away from him, as she ran her slender fingers down his chiseled chest. She took another drag and blew a cloud of pure white in his face, giving him yet another fanged smile after. Now she began to trace his abs.

As she studied him, he began to study her.

Naomi had silky, silver hair with black streaks that she almost always tied back in a low ponytail. She left out forelocks that framed her face. She had two black-stripped ears similar to his with the exception of two black tufts of fur on the tips. The stripes on her face accented her eyes. She had three blue stripes under each cheekbone and a large red stripe starting at her hairline and ending at her eyebrows. He concentrated on her eyes. So stern and angry, yet so sad. She usually donned red and blue attire to match her stripes, but today she opted for a tight-fitting black tank top, camo pants, combat boots, and matching dog tags with her name in kanji and romaji on them.

“Planning to join the army aren’t we?” asked Inuyasha sarcastically.

Naomi dropped the cigarette and ground it into the floor with her boot. She looked down at him with a puzzled look on her face. That’s when she noticed where he was looking. She looked down at her clothes and shot him a dirty look.

“You’re so funny, you should do stand up. Okay, Mister Comedian, get up and get dressed. We shouldn’t even be here. If you insist on coming here all the damn time, then why don’t we just move out of our place and set up here.” sighed Naomi as she threw some clothes at him, “I mean we come here so much, it’s almost like live here.”

“Three things. One, you know why we can’t live here. Two, what happened to my old clothes? And finally, why do have to wear your boots in here? We are in a house, at least show some common courtesy.”

The clothes she had thrown him were brand-new and smelled like they just came from the store.

“What is this, twenty questions? I trashed those old, black rags. The son of the Inu no Taisho should not be wearing such ragged clothes… and you threw up all over yourself after you pasted out. Also, I don’t consider this a house as much as I consider this a makeshift hotel/bar, which is why I wear my boots. You should really be grateful for all that I do for you, instead of interrogating me every time we see each other.”

Inuyasha climbed out of the bed and started getting dressed. She always badgered him like that after finding him. He sat back down on the bed to put on his boots. He realized Naomi’s point as he tied his boots and accidentally knocked over an empty whisky bottle. He decided to tune back into her ranting. If she was right about that, then maybe he should listen to whatever she had to say now.

“…You wouldn’t throw up like that if you didn’t drink such cheap stuff. Really,” she began as she picked up one of the many bottles on the floor, “you have terrible taste...”

“Do you notice how much you ramble on and on? You went from talking about how you found me to how bad my taste in alcohol is.”

“I was just letting you know for future reference.”

Inuyasha stood up and looked her straight in the eye. His fiery embers melted into her electric blue pools. He was mesmerized by her eyes.

“Um…”

He finally snapped out of her imaginary spell and turned into his old self.

“I appreciated it but don’t expect a “thank you” every time you do something for me that you feel obligated to do. You didn’t have to do any of this. I am fucking seven hundred years old. I am damn well old enough to take care of myself, which is the biggest understatement of all time!” he snapped

“I do it because I made a promise and I plan on keeping it, whether you like it or not!” yelled Naomi with a mix of anger and hurt.

Naomi stormed out of the dark, dusty room, slamming the door behind her.

“What was that about?” he thought

“You snapped at her when she did nothing but show you compassion.”

“She needs to mind her own damn business.”

“If it weren’t for her, then you would be six feet under by now.”

“Why the hell am I arguing with myself?”

He thought back to his times with Naomi. So many years, centuries. As long as she had two legs and a heart beat, she was and would always be there with him. Battles, depression, thoughts of suicide, or just when he needed a drinking buddy, she was there. Whether she knew it or not, she had done more than anyone else could say. Even with her at his side, his life was an empty shell of what it once was. He only allowed her to stay because she was all he had left and the only one who stay with him.

Inuyasha looked down at the clothes that he had so absently put on and cracked a little smile.

He wore a red button down shirt with a white tee underneath, a pair of slightly baggy jeans, and a new pair of steel toed work boots that he had been wanting.

“That woman knows me like the back of her hand.” thought Inuyasha.

He took one last look around the room, the very one that his beloved had once called her own, and walked out to the staircase. There she stood, waiting for him by the door.

“Kagome,” he whispered.

“Sorry Romeo, swing and a miss.” whispered Naomi, her voice slightly cracking.