InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Treading Water ❯ 7- WWKD? ( Chapter 7 )

A/N: SO sorry for being late, Christmas threw me for a loop, had family from across the country fly in and they wont be leaving till next week sometime. So if the next chapter is later as well I apologize in advance. But in any case Happy Nondenominational Period of Winter Festivity to everyone! Or as my father prefers to hear me say, “Happy Chrisma-chanu-kwanza-kah!” And if I forgot to thank anyone or address reviews I beg forgiveness for that too, I'm just trying to get something out for you to read, and so not taking the time to edit the way I like to.

 

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Botan's arm around my shoulders giving a light squeeze brought me from my thoughts. She smiled as she turned us towards the church. Somehow, things felt like they would be alright.

 

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I followed Momiji down a side street and cringed at the younger girl's choice of escape avenues. The streetlights had been knocked out and someone had left construction scaffolding up when the building was abandoned unfinished. There were no cars parked along the wide two-lane street as far as she could see. And with darkness swiftly descending my mind brought forth images from old comics I used to read. Dark, shifty alleyways where a child's parents were killed, his life destroyed, the alley always representing the darkness in his heart, the one place the man could still be afraid of. This broad street put that tiny alley to shame. Everything was shades of gray, not even a breeze. We could be on the moon for all this looks like Earth.

 

I put a hand to Momiji's shoulder, “Hey, you ok?”

 

Momiji turned and I took in the sight of her arms crossed over her stomach, as though the young girl was fighting the urge to be violently ill, the tears streaked down her face. The girl huffed a laugh that lacked any humor.

 

“Yeah, sure, I'm fine. The two most important people in my life have been hiding a giant secret from me, probably like, for ever. And all of a sudden I'm this awkward third wheel. Let's not forget they lied to me! Botan said she'd never hide anything from me.”

 

I hugged her to me, my free hand soothingly patting the other girl's hair.

 

“You know, they probably would have told you if you hadn't interrupted the first three minutes of their relationship.” Momiji jerked away from me, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

 

“You knew about this.”

 

“Yes. I did. Would you like to know the truth?” Again the younger sibling huffed a humorless laugh at me.

 

“Oh ya mean someone would finally tell the truth?”

 

My temper was wearing thin with the irate girl, Momiji was mad and jumping to all the wrong conclusions and was trying to push away the person with the answers; I didn't have to comfort her, didn't have to care. But I did, and I'd be damned before I let the girl walk all over me without learning the truth.

 

“Yura called me yesterday saying she had a problem. She was falling for Botan and didn't know what to do about it. She wanted to talk to Botan before telling you. If Botan felt nothing for Yura she never would have said anything to you. If Botan was open to the idea of being with her they were going to tell you. Yura just didn't want to be that much more humiliated if your friend shot her down. Rejection is hard enough without pity from your younger sister. I guarantee they haven't been a couple for more than 10 minutes.”

 

I saw as she digested the information, wondering whether or not to trust me. In the end though, she had no reason not to trust me.

 

“I interrupted their first kiss, huh?” Her face looked decidedly guilty.

 

“Just because they're entitled to their feelings doesn't mean you aren't entitled to yours. They're allowed to go out, you're allowed to feel that they should have told you beforehand. Let's go find them, you'll apologize, they'll apologize and I'll stop feeling like I got sucked into 90210 type drama.”

 

Momiji giggled and allowed me to wrap my arm around her shoulders as I led her from the depressing street back into the festival. As she rested her head against my shoulder I noticed two older gay couples walk past us and smile encouragingly. Like mercury rising in a thermometer I felt my face go red in two seconds flat. They thought she was my girlfriend. It was flattering and embarrassing at the same time. At least she was oblivious to the nods and smiles we got as we walked back to the church where I had told the others to wait.

 

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When I saw Kags and Miji walk into the church smiling and leaning against each other my heart soared. I didn't want my sister mad at me.

 

Then I noticed Kagome's fire engine red face.

 

What the hell?

 

Miji sat next to me and hugged me as we exchanged hushed apologies in the church pew. I put my chin on Botan's hand, which rested on my shoulder, as I looked around my sister at my friend.

 

“Kags? You ok?” She jumped and blushed a bit more as she jerked her eyes from the performers on the makeshift stage that had been constructed for the festival.

 

“Yeah, I'm fine.”

 

“What happened?” By now all of us were looking at Kags and I felt kind of bad for putting her on the spot, but she'd done so much for me I wanted to make sure she was fine.

 

“Nothing. Nothing. A few guys thought Miji and I were a couple as we walked back. It was kinda funny.” My sister also blushed before joining Kagome in quiet, jolly little chuckles.

 

And just that simply the tension was broken. As we turned, laughing and smiling back to the performances being played out for our enjoyment my mind flitted to old thoughts. At first I had thought Sango and Kagome were like Ayumi and I. I knew what everyone said, that Ayumi was my sidekick. They weren't wrong. She needed a strong friend, someone to help make decisions when she could not. I needed someone to support me no matter what, deal with me and tell me I made the right choice. I thought that was what she and Sango had. I had thought Kagome was Sango's sidekick. But Kagome spent the last two days surprising me and showing me how wrong I was.

 

We stayed in the church watching the four players and as they wrapped up their performances we made our way outside, doing last minute shopping as the workers set up the vigil.

 

As we came back from Kags' car the entire street was covered by a sheet of paper. It was like someone unrolled the red carpet, except it was white, and down the entire length people were writing thoughts and prayers and well wishes for the deceased and those they left behind.

 

For two hours markers and pens were passed around as people poured their hearts out onto a carpet of love and caring. A speech was made by a man with a kind voice who spoke not of the pain, but of the strength it takes in lives such as we lead.

 

As he spoke someone behind him lit his candle. When his speech came to its first dramatic pause he stopped to light the candles of those around him. One by one candles were handed out to all of us in attendance and strangers came to light them with their own and we in turn lit the candles of those near us.

 

Sometime before ten o'clock our candles had burned down, our messages had been written and it was getting cold. People were slowly starting to drift away. The message mural was being rolled up to be flown to Washington along with other such papers that had been inscribed all over the country. In the end they would all be unrolled side by side, top to bottom, like a quilt. It was nice to think we were a part of it.

 

Miji volunteered to sit in the front by Kags so Botan and I could cuddle in the back. I snuggled into Botan's warmth, my feet under me, our purchases all around us on the floor. I must have drifted in and out of sleep as we drove, but I remember Kags' voice breaking through my warm, sleepy haze.

 

“I'm not sure how slow you two planned on taking this relationship but if you two want to share your room tonight I have no problem bunking with Momiji. That is if you don't mind…?”

 

She turned no my sister who shrugged. “I don't care.” My sister's face scrunched up in disgust as a thought hit her. “Just keep it down. I really, really, really don't want to hear my sister getting laid.”

 

Kagome laughed and flicked her eyes to look at Botan and I in her rearview. “I'm not trying to put pressure on you guys, I just figured you might not want your `date' to end the second we step out of the car. I mean you could stay up and talk or whatever.” I have to say Kags blushing is one of the cutest things I have, like, ever seen. At the mere hint that we would think her a perv she tried to backpedal. Little fucking angel, I swear. If the rumors are true I bet Miroku was her first and only kiss. I think I want to change that…

 

“Sounds good to me, Yura?” Botan looked down to where I was snuggled into her shoulder and I smiled and nodded. I'd agree with pretty much anything to able to spend the whole night like this Botan.

 

So when we got back to our place we separated our bags from Kagome's and piled safely in her trunk. We spent an hour going through each other's new stuff, separating stuff and putting stuff where it belongs. But once everything was away I couldn't help but fidget. It was getting late and I couldn't help being nervous.

 

Imagine my surprise when Kags pulled me into the kitchen and asked me if there was anything she could use to make us some hot chocolate. As I went to show her where the syrup was I saw a note from my parents saying that my aunt had fallen down the stairs of her house, they were spending the night with her since she was shaken by the fall, but she was unhurt. Kags came over when she saw my hand trembling.

 

“Hey, hey, Yura. It's ok, your aunt is fine.”

 

I shook my head as I turned to look at her and I felt my face flame.

 

“It's not that.” My voice was barely above a whisper and sounded odd in my ears, “No parents, no reason to behave.” I wasn't sure if I was happy or not at the new turn of events.

 

Kagome turned back to the counter to grab mugs as the kettle heated. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and for a second I thought it was Botan, but the gesture was decidedly friendly.

 

“You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Tell you what, you let me know at any time if you're uncomfortable with Botan sleeping in your room and I'll `pretend' to fall asleep on your bed. Miji won't want you two fooling around in her room, so you'll be off the hook.”

 

I wanted to cry. I was also decidedly jealous of Sango. Kags turned out to be more than I ever expected. I was so glad I called her.

 

“If I get uneasy, I'll let ya know. Thanks, Kags.” I squeezed the hands clasped around my shoulder before I let her go. And she just went back to the mugs and kettle, like everything she was doing for me was normal. It was then I decided Ayumi and I needed to invite Kags and Sango to hang with us more often.

 

I grabbed a tray which Kags loaded with lightly steaming mugs and carried out to where the younger girls were lounging on the sectional in front of the tv. watching late night shows.

 

We laughed and poked fun at the talk show and it's redneck guests fighting over their own sisters, mothers and cousins. I felt a slight tension build in my gut when Kags got up to ready herself for bed. I knew I had to make a decision, she was waiting to see if I needed help. I looked at Botan. She grabbed my hands and brushed her thumb over my hand, mouthing the question, “Are you ok?” Her smile melted all of my apprehension.

 

I headed into the bathroom as Kags emerged and winked at her as I made my way inside. Washed, brushed and ready for bed I slipped into my room quickly and quietly. I heard Miji and Kags call `goodnight' before Momiji's door closed with a loud click and a muffled giggle.

 

I felt my face go up in flames. Those little monsters were counting on us making noise!

 

Then again…

 

I raced to my closet and looked for a very simple, elegant type thing to wear. I found a magenta nightie with spaghetti straps and a bra like bodice, the rest of it was sheer. That would do nicely. I slipped into it and the matching thong, which I found in my underwear drawer.

 

What if she just wants to talk? She's not a guy, maybe she's not thinking sex. What if she thinks I'm pressuring her? Fuck, fuck, fuck…KAGS! My mind was screaming for Kagome, I was so unsure, I didn't know what else to do. I imagined her in my head, telling me to breathe and I did. I thought about what Kags would do and almost laughed out loud. There had been a booth at the carnival selling W.W.J.D.? bracelets and I pictured them all saying W.W.K.D.? What would Kagome do? I almost burst out laughing again. But it did get rid of my tension. Also made a light bulb go on over my head. I'm a demon, Botan is not. I'll figure out exactly how to act by using my heightened senses to pick up what Botan wants. She never has to know how unsure I am.

 

Grinning like the cat that got the canary I hopped into bed and pulled the covers up to hid my attire. I grabbed a book and turned on my bedside lamp and pretended to be wrapped up in my book. I hoped Kags would be proud of me, I was, I'm not usually so devious.

 

I didn't look up when my door opened and closed. I forced my eyes to follow a full line of script before I looked up at Botan. A smirk pulled at my lips before I could help it. She had a cocky look on her face, her arms crossed over her chest, but I could hear her nervously thudding heart and smell her arousal.

 

I wondered fleetingly if I would get any sleep.

 

 

 

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Hai - Yes

Nani - What?

Onegai - Please

Konoama - Bitch

Temee - Bastard

Hajimemashite - Nice to meet you.

Ookami - Wolf

Oi - Hey

Nani shiyagaru - What the fuck?

 

A/N: I don't own Toyota, Gone With The Wind, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, The Princess Bride, Batman, Beverly Hills 90210 or other such types of media, cars, brand names, clothiers, etc. etc. I mention. They are narrative tools I use to give depth to the world I spin, but I make no profit whatsoever.

 

AND the shop where all those pictures in the last chapter came from is a shop called `Trashy Lingerie', located in Los Angeles. They are AWESOME, will custom make any piece right in the back. They have less than slinky things as well as shoes and omg I love that damn store…sadly I don't own them either though lol…for anyone wanting to check them out this is the main website: http://trashy.com/ And the part I always find funny is that the website and outside of the building always look so slutty, but the salespeople are sweeter than you could imagine and are damn good at guessing your measurements(not as creepy as it sounds lol)

 

fallenangel7583- I'm thrilled you continue to enjoy this story. And I'm glad it seems real, that festival is real and very fun, if I could remember where it was or the name of it I'd shamelessly plug it here lol

 

leila-chan- Have you ever read a fic and your eyes go wide and you almost want to start sputtering when a character says/blurts something you just never could? I do that, a lot. I love it too, it's fun, isn't it? Hehehe I'm glad you liked it.

 

 

 

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