InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Find You ❯ Colorblind ( Chapter 4 )

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Kagome ran after her two friends in the hallway. “Sango! Miroku!” she shouted out. Her backpack bounced behind her, a monstrosity of yellow. She claimed it was full of books, but Miroku, after groping her, had come to the conclusion it was full of bricks. Books couldn't possibly hurt that bad.

The boy and girl, paused, and turned to look at their friend in unison. They waited until she flanked Sango's side to resume their walking. They couldn't wait to be outside of these terrible walls. School was a prison to them, but at least they were seniors. It might not amount to much for some people, but they had pride in knowing they would be free soon.

Of course, they had a long way to go.

“So, what are you lovely ladies doing this weekend?” Miroku asked, walking backwards in front of the girls, so he could face them.

Kagome shrugged. “Well, since it's Labor Day Weekend, and we get Monday off, Mom invited some of her friends from work over, Kikyou, Inuyasha, a few of the neighbors, and said I could invite you guys if I wanted. We're having a barbeque-slash-gettogether. It starts at noon on Monday,” she cast a hopeful look to Sango.

Sango looked at Miroku, still facing the girls, and making a fool of himself. They had now reached the stairwell that led to the exit outside. He had slowed down considerably, trying hard not to break his neck.

Miroku stared back. “Well, Sango, you gonna make me ask flat out, or should I pick you at eleven-thirty?” he asked. The slight coloring of his cheeks and intensity of his eyes were the only signs that he was not as confident as he usually was.

Kagome watched, entranced by what was going on around her. Please, please Sango, say yes! she thought frantically.

The trio was quiet for a long while, all waiting for the answer. Sango hugged her binder to her chest more firmly. She stared downwards, her head ducked, not really looking at any specific thing.

“It starts at noon, Kagome?” she saw her friend nod from the corner of her eye. “Better make it eleven-thirty, Miroku,” Sango said.

Kagome and Miroku stopped dead in their tracks, mouths gaping. Sango continued on, refusing to let them see her excitement, or slight embarrassment. The two dumbfounded seniors looked at each other, their faces slowly, but simultaneously breaking out into grins. “High five!” they yelled, smacking palms forcefully, then racing behind Sango.

“Mama! If I make see one more potato, I'm going to scream,” Kagome wailed. “It's not fair. Why did we have to make potato salad?”

“Kagome, we're the hosts.” Mrs. Higurashi explained, exasperated by her whiny daughter.

“Yeah, exactly. We're the hosts. That should be enough. I mean, we give them a place to eat, planned the whole shindig, and will have to clean the dishes when it's all over.” Kagome tossed a paper towel into the garbage. “I mean, that should give us more than enough props to not have to provide food.”

Mrs. Higurashi shot her daughter a stern look. “Kagome.” Uh-oh. She used her scary voice. “Do I need to send you to your room? I can easily tell your friends to go home when they arrive, and you can spend the rest of your day home - at HOME. In your room. With no phone.” She peered at her daughter. “Do we have an understanding young lady?”

“Yes, Mama,” Kagome sighed. She hated this. It had been a month with her mother. Alone. Just the two of them.

Torture.

Her mother had become more demanding of Kagome. Kikyou had helped out a great deal at the shrine, and now there had to me many adjustments. Kagome had to do many more chores and duties, most of which her mother was not willing to do.

Mrs. Higurashi had always been a firm believer in the children doing housework, since she brought in the income. Kagome was now left to care for the entire shrine, and balance her

studies.

Kagome loved her mother, and she wanted to be of service to her, but she didn't know where to draw the line at obedience and slavery. Kikyou marrying Inuyasha had changed so much for Kagome.

How long will it last? How long until my grades start to fall? How long until Mama stops being so controlling? How long can I hold out?

Kagome had started getting up earlier for school. She left a good twenty minutes earlier than she usually did. She would grab a bite to eat, or just park her car. She would usually sit there, listening to her music, trying to relax her aching muscles. With so many new responsibilities at home, she had gotten used to getting very little sleep. She had foolishly signed up for the more rigorous classes as a senior to prepare for college.

Kagome sighed, defeated.

Miroku pulled up to Sango's house. He had been by there regularly. He had picked Kagome and Sango up from their houses, until they had both gotten cars.

Miroku sighed. He had often wished that they had never gotten their new modes of transportation. He had once been close to slashing Sango's tires. He decided against it. He would have hated to cost Sango money, since she had a very strict and meager allowance from her mother. Besides, she probably would have ridden with Kagome in the event of that happening.

Now he was at her house. But it was different from all the other times. He was going `with her' to Kagome's. Not, `we'll all meet up at Kagome's', or `Miroku's giving me a lift', but that it was almost a date.

Was it a date?Miroku's heat pounded. No, calm down. It's not a date. He smiled. Close, but not quite.

He rapped sharply on the oak door. He considered taking off his sunglasses, but decided not to when he was blinded by the white rays of early afternoon sunlight.

Sango opened the door. She was dressed in casual jeans, flip-flops, a light pink tank top, and a black visor. Her hair was in a high ponytail.

Miroku, having known Sango for several years, had seen her in formals. He had seen her at parties. He had seen her at clubs. He thought she was the most beautiful at this moment.

Because she finally was his.

Unfortunately for him, he discovered that Sango wasn't completely `his' yet.

“Hentai!”

BAM!

Kagome, Sango, and Miroku all sat at one of the picnic tables in the backyard of the shrine. They were waiting on Inuyasha and Kikyou to arrive. Inuyasha had decided he was worthy to be the cook. Taking the traditional lead as man of the family, he would be in charge of the pit.

Mrs. Higurashi and Kagome had decided to put the stereo outside for a little enjoyment. The three teens had put on a few good CD's to shuffle around, playing random rock songs.

Bobbing their heads along to the music, they talked loudly to be heard over the music.

“So, enjoying yourself?” Sango shouted to Kagome. She knew that Kagome hardly got out, and even less so, now that Kikyou had gotten married. Their friend had virtually turned into a recluse, but not by choice.

Kagome nodded, with a huge grin plastered on her face. She turned her face up to be warmed by the sun. She wore a red t-shirt, capri pants, and whit tennis shoes.

Soon, a loud blast of bass startled her out of her happiness. The boom of music overwhelmed even Kagome's impressive sound-system.

Looking to the driveway, she saw a red convertible pull up in the driveway. There was something familiar about that sports car. Oh shit. Sesshomaru Taisho.

And I thought he said he didn't like that radio station. Liar.

She nudged Sango, “Sango. Umm. You know what I told you about the wedding,” Sango nodded, “that's Sesshomaru.”

Sango's eyes widened, then traveled to the red car in the driveway.

Sesshomaru had brought Inuyasha and Kikyou to the barbecue.

Sango and Miroku played frisbee together, after Kagome had assured Sango it was all right. She knew Sango was wary of leaving Kagome to her own devices, but Kagome had convinced her to play with Miroku.

Inuyasha and Kikyou had gone inside after saying hello to Kagome and her friends.

Leaving Kagome with Sesshomaru.

He sat down across from Kagome on the picnic table. He acknowledged her with a nod, taking off his sunglasses. He didn't look at her, but instead, at the shrine and it's surroundings.

After a few minutes, Kagome realized he would not initiate conversation. It was up to her.

“So, um, how have you been?” Damn, she scolded herself. That sounds too personal, like I actually care for his well-being. Then she scolded herself again for picking up Inuyasha's nasty habit of cursing.

“I've been well. And you?” Sesshomaru inquired, sounding a lot like he didn't care either way.

“I'm okay,” Her tension was palpable. How was he so calm around her? Because he's not the one that got drunk, moron.

She had to tell him now, before someone came back. This may be her only chance to tell him.

“Um, Sesshomaru, uh,” he looked at her with a penetrating gaze, “I just wanted to say thank you for what you did at the wedding. It was a very decent thing to do, and I really appreciate helping me out.”

He gave a nod. “Don't mention it,” he said, dismissing the subject.

She nodded. “Well, thanks anyway.”

Sesshomaru was a little stunned. He knew he would see Kagome here, and he hadn't really wanted to come, but he obliged his sister in-law despite it. However, she had thanked him for what he had done.

His brother and his new wife had come out of the house, and Kagome ran off to talk to her friends. She seemed like a decent person, though very young. He knew how easy it was to lose that luster in life, that joy, that passion for all things good.

As he watched Kagome and her friends toss the frisbee around, he couldn't help but watch her.

She was pretty, he admitted. He had seen prettier women, but not many. It wasn't her looks that made her so attractive though.

Her life, he thought. She was so vivid. Like a beautiful oil painting come to life, walking among the black and white of the world.

She held such evident joy and respect for life. Kagome may not even realize it, but it showed.

Unlike his own empty life.

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I'm having lots of fun with this now.

I know Sess is kind of OOC, but I can't help it. I'm better with open, friendly characters - like

me! Well, I hope it's going alright. I really am liking how the Miroku/Sango aspect of the story is coming out. This is all still the beginning phases of my story. If things go how I want, it has a lot more to go.

Well, I hope you liked! P.S. - be thankful for the lovely large chapter... lol.

-ac06