InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Together in Tokyo ❯ Chopstick ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
She managed to stay away from him for a week, but she couldn’t seem to get him out of her head. She wanted to start her life anew, but it seemed like an impossible task with him living a few blocks away. She passed his building everyday coming home from work. She couldn’t forget about him no matter how hard she tried.
She prodded a piece of broccoli and felt something graze across her forehead, followed by a clicking sound. She looked down to find a chopstick laying on the kitchen floor. Kagome looked at Yuka, who was trying not to giggle.
“What was that for?” Kagome asked, making sure no food had gotten into her hair.
“I must have said your name ten times, Kagome. I needed to get your attention somehow,” Yuka said.
“And flinging a chopstick at me is how to do it?”
“Yep,” Yuka said. “What are you thinking about anyway?”
“The guy on the train…” Kagome sighed.
“You’re an idiot,” Yuka said, and Kagome stared at her.
“What?” she asked indignantly.
“You didn’t ask him on a date,” Yuka said, pointing her remaining chopstick at Kagome. “You’re stupid.”
She had told Yuka about the incident on the train, but she hadn’t told her about him slamming a door in her face. Yuka’s attitude would have been different had she known that little detail. Among other little details.
“You said you know where he lives. Visit him! Then bring him home, ‘cause I want to see him,” Yuka said, with a wink.
Kagome groaned. She was loath to the idea, but she knew that was exactly what she was going to do. Again. Minus the taking him home part.
“I guess I could,” Kagome said, and nearly fell out of her chair at Yuka’s excited squeal.
She prodded a piece of broccoli and felt something graze across her forehead, followed by a clicking sound. She looked down to find a chopstick laying on the kitchen floor. Kagome looked at Yuka, who was trying not to giggle.
“What was that for?” Kagome asked, making sure no food had gotten into her hair.
“I must have said your name ten times, Kagome. I needed to get your attention somehow,” Yuka said.
“And flinging a chopstick at me is how to do it?”
“Yep,” Yuka said. “What are you thinking about anyway?”
“The guy on the train…” Kagome sighed.
“You’re an idiot,” Yuka said, and Kagome stared at her.
“What?” she asked indignantly.
“You didn’t ask him on a date,” Yuka said, pointing her remaining chopstick at Kagome. “You’re stupid.”
She had told Yuka about the incident on the train, but she hadn’t told her about him slamming a door in her face. Yuka’s attitude would have been different had she known that little detail. Among other little details.
“You said you know where he lives. Visit him! Then bring him home, ‘cause I want to see him,” Yuka said, with a wink.
Kagome groaned. She was loath to the idea, but she knew that was exactly what she was going to do. Again. Minus the taking him home part.
“I guess I could,” Kagome said, and nearly fell out of her chair at Yuka’s excited squeal.