InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Welcome to hell: A.K.A my Life. ❯ What's his problem? ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: Hey, guess what I don't own. That's right! Inuyasha... guess what I do own... the inability to eat properly, and the problem of not being able to get to sleep before 1 am anymore.. and Episodes 108 - 140 on VCD *laughs maniacally before pausing* Erm. O.o; what you lookin' at..

Authoress Notes:

Iku zo - "Let's go."

You know, this chapter was planned as Inu's chapter. But damnit, Kagome had to have her say, again. So here's what you got. Inu getting farther and farther from reality. Wonderful.

Oh, and to let you know, eventually go back and re-read the previous chapters, I'm going to be editing them and reposting.. I'm suddenly very unhappy with the way it turned out.. so I'm going to fix it up. (a sudden urge to be critical. whoo.. o.o *yawns*)

Yeah, anyways..

Again I'm sorry for the hold up, please don't kill me.
I'll try to hurry up with the next chapter, I seem to have more ideas for that one, than I had for this one actually. Funny ne?

Written to the tune of: "Four Seasons" "Memories of Mother" (Inuyasha movie 3 OST) and Country Music.

1/2 of this chapter was actually written at work...wow huh? I had free time. -_-

Typed to the tune of: "Half Pain" from Witch Hunter Robin. Good anime. check it out..

Oh, and one last note.. don't worry folks, eventually there will be romance. I'm just not good at fluff, so it may take a while. I'm not a fan of immediately falling in love. There is going to be some trouble along the way. Inuyasha's had a damn hard life, so it's going to be hard for him to trust himself in a relationship again. And also for him to trust anybody with his heart.

There is truely a fine line in love. When you're hurt, it takes a good long time to recover. I know this for a fact, because of a very weird relationship I had with somebody.. very weird. It kinda hurts still.. even months after.

So, yeah.. but don't worry. I may have a chapter dedicated solely to Sango & Miroku's relationship...
And one..maybe for Sesshy and Rin.. it depends on what happens..

yay?
We've got a long haul ahead of us, I still have to bring in the demon school!
That's where the FUN begins..

(Compliments to Pinky in advance for helping me, on the bus to Mall of America in November for helping me come up with those characters..lol)

So, um...enjoy?

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After the time had passed that I was to be Inuyasha's guide, immediately up and pulled into himself. I mean, it was a gradual change; not something horribly fast, but still.. for such a smart person as him, he was becoming a total jack ass.

Infact, everytime I tried to talk to him, he'd take on a noncommital attitude, or answer any questions evasively. It was almost as if he was closing himself off from the rest of reality.

In total, I think it took a month before he became a near total recluse. The only people who could get through to him - or that he would talk to - were the teachers. With them, he was as collected and...dare I say...gifted, as any one of the upperclassmen. Sometimes I wondered what he was doing in a 10th year classroom.

Yeah, it sounds weird, but that's the only way to put it. He knew things that nobody could ever answer, and was even taking on extra work for the teachers...like it was nothing!

Come on! In one measly month he had gone from the mysterious new student, to untouchable.

People who have problems with Inuyasha, the few that are jerks and have to voice their opinions on everything, have tried their luck against him. He hasn't broken into a physical brawl yet, luckily, however, he has won quite a few insult contests. One minute he'll be reading in the commons, and the next, somebody will have rubbed him the wrong way and he'll be spitting one-liners so acidic it could be considered lethal.

He'd proven his temper was something to be avoided, and that his tongue was sharper than a sword. I dare say there are quite a few that are rather wary of our new comer.

Miroku however, had no problem getting to know our mystery man. It drove Sango - and myself I admit - up a wall. I realize they knew each other from before, but it seemed that the only person in the entire school Inuyasha would converse with, was our lecherous friend.

Now, Miroku's nowhere near the genius standards Inuyasha has been setting. I mean, he pulls A's and B's with effort - when he isn't slacking off or groping an unsuspecting girl - but his reputation around school has kept him pretty much, avoided.

Everybody knows about what happened to him when he was a child, how he's afflicted with something he calls the Kazaana. Keeping his right hand under close watch, he kept it covered with cloth and a rosary, but only Sango and I have been privaledged enough to see his 'affliction' up close.

Nobody 'truely' knows what's going on. They know that, when he was 5, Miroku's father had been killed in front of his eyes. That, and he'd been attacked, having a destructive black hole planted in his right hand. Some of the more cruel people have taken up picking fights with him, because of it. He's pretty much tense in public because of this, but he keeps it well hidden - if you ask me.

I suppose Sango and I shouldn't have been so surprised that he gravitated towards Inuyasha so quickly. We also should have expected to see a little less of our Buddhist studying companion. They are both different after all.

That's very mean to say, but it's true. Inuyasha's....him, he's an enigma. Obscenely long, white flowing hair, golden eyes...and claws. He hides them, those long nails of his, but it doesn't help. And the bandanas! He's always wearing a bloody bandana.

Speaking of our white haired enigma..

"Sango..." I muttered, leaning over to the other girl, "where's Inuyasha?"

"How should I know, Miroku hasn't said a word to me all morning!" she replied casting a glance to the aforementioned teen.

Frowning slightly I looked at the ground for a second, "it's just weird, Inuyasha never skips--" I started only to stop when the door opened slowly and in came the object of discussion himself.

Sanseki-sensei fell silent midway through a trigonometry equation as Inuyasha entered the room. The swift glance from the teacher caused a small trace of red to grace his cheeks before disappearing, and I couldn't help but smile. I wonder if he was aware of the fact that, the way he was standing made him look a little shy...

Unfortunately the look disappeared as soon as our teacher spoke, "Well Inuyasha, should we perhaps start class 15 minutes later so you can make it on time?" she asked with a twinge of annoyance.

For a moment he did nothing but stare back at her, shifting his pack from left shoulder to right, till he shrugged. "It'd be nice." he said simply and moved to his seat, leaving her in a state of shock, unable to do anything but gawk at his sudden change in attitude.

Watching him sit heavily in his seat I couldn't but wonder where that kind of an outburst could have come from. It just...so wasn't like him, atleast...I don't think so.

Something was off with him, I knew it; but what? It wasn't his outfit, which was a simple pair of Denim blue jeans and a blue sweatshirt, nothing unusual there. But, he just seemed...odd. He looked exhausted, to be exact. Well not so much exhausted as, zoned! That's the word; out of it, in 'lala land' as my aunt once put it.

"He looks a touch tired, doesn't he?" Sango whispered in my ear as everything went back to normal in the classroom. Well, as normal as can be with various classmates glancing back at the snappish Inuyasha, who'd send them a withering glare, then go back to his notebook.

"Yeah," I muttered absently, "like he hasn't slept in a while..." a touch of curious concern settled in, as I watched him in silence. He did nothing but feign note taking while, instead, doodling absently on the edges of his paper.

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It was official.

After three full classes of watching him draw or write random things in his notebook, I had decided to go talk to him. So, swallowing the sudden onslaught of self-conscious nervousness, I caught up with him during lunch for some questions.

"Inuyasha?"

If he registered my voice he was good at covering it up. He didn't even make a hault in his movements, not even a twitch, as he headed towards the back school grounds.

No way was I going to let him give me that kind of treatement! Especially after I choked up all this courage just to come talk to him. "Inuyasha!" I snapped and swiftly reached out to grab his shoulder, and to stop him.

The sudden jolt from my grasp concerned me, as he flinched away, as if he'd been hit. Having stopped, he turned to face me with an unreadable expression on his face. He still seemed a little unable to grasp reality, looked a little distant, and for a second I think I caught a glimpse of something; a trace of something akin to fear flashed through his eyes before disappearing.

Suddenly he seemed to realize where he was, and a sharp look in my direction caused me to flinch. "What d'you want?" he demanded, acting more than just a little uncomfortable.

Of course my tongue chose that time to creep into my throat, and I couldn't find the will to talk.

Watching his tense hands which, I had noticed, had been half way up into a defensive posture, being set on his hips I couldn't help but feel the heat creep up my cheeks. "Well?" he dragged the word out, in a more than bored tone of voice.

Twitching slightly I felt my courage and little 'voice' kick me suddenly, and I said the first thing to pop into my mind. "What's the matter with you?" Oh yeah, that's a perfect question to ask, Higurashi no baka.

A very slight look of hurt flashed through his eyes, before they took on a very dangerous gleam. "What's it to you?"

"Ah..." rubbing the back of my neck nervously, I looked down to the ground for a moment, then back up at him. "Well I mean, where were you this morning?" well at least I managed a real question..

Squirming under his gaze, I almost lost my nerve and turned to leave.

He seemed to be thinking over this question, and to my relief, didn't bite my head off. Point to me? Then again, I knew it wasn't that easy.

"Nonya, bitch." he groused, and the simplistic harshness in those two words stung like a slap and I was quiet again, till I found a better phrasing.

"What, I meant to say was, you...well you're never late, or absent for that matter. Everybody was curious...Something must have held you up, I was just worred, that's all. "

He looked at me for a second before shrugging off the concern.

"Look, I had a situation come up last night, and I didn't get in until dawn. Which, of course, meant I didn't get to sleep much, and when I did sit down, I dozed, and didn't wake up till just a little while ago. Damnit, I live half an hour away from school and have no bike or car. I was a touch late on arriving because I ran all the way here. Shoot me why don't you?"

A nearby teacher cast him a dirty look and he had the grace to look at least a touch ashamed of his language. "Look," he said, casting a weary glance, voice lowering, "Nobody's perfect Kagome, just...back off." he muttered and disappeard around a handy corner before I could even get another word in.

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That stupid jerk! All I wanted to do was help him! I mean...come on, is it so unbelievable that I was concerned? And who was he to give me that kind of attitude, huh?

Nobody is that anti-social, or that disrespectful to their peers, let alone adults. Where exactly did he get his manners from?

Okay, so, call me steriotypical, but to me it seems that westerners - American's imparticular - seem more secluded and just downright ill mannered. 'Not, mind you...that we don't have our share of jerks here...' I mused, casting a glance to my left at a girl who was whispering to another beside her.

Huh, well maybe it's just the males from America...

A sharp jab to the head caused me to start from my thoughts, and with that a look from a couple of girls around me. "What?" I groused to nobody imparticular, earning a rather confused glance from Sango, who had, in the end, been my attacker.

"Pay attention, Kagome-chan...the teacher's looking towards us." She warned and I nodded before sinking in my chair slightly. Ducking from a suspicious glare I sighed in relief then leaned towards Sango, only to snap back when she shook her head.

Hurt for a moment I suddenly realized the motion she made with her hand... a note. Well duh. Pulling out a sheet pf paper I made lke I was note taking.

Sango,

I'm worried about Inuyasha...he hasn't shown up to any of his classes yet, and skipped lunch from the way it looks. What do you suppose is going on with him anyways???? I mean, okay I know he's reserved and all, a jerk at times even, but he was downright cold to me today.

You know, I went up to him at lunch to try and talk to him, and he shot down all my mustered up courage! Why would such a smart person like him suddenly decide to skip school and mouth off to teachers? Have you heard anything lately? What about the lecher?

Kagome-chan

PS: It's not polite to go around and poke people in the head... I think I'm bruising...

Slipping her the note casually I went about reading the pages on the board waiting for a reply, which took a little bit, but only because our lovely teacher decided to quiz Sango and I suddenly...

But finally, a chuckle and a few more minutes later, it came.

Kagome, you know..it's kinda cute. The way you are all worried about him and everything. Really kawaii!

At this I sent her an evil glare before going back to reading.

Sorry, but it's true ya know. no...but anyways, I agree with you. Kouketsu has been acting very strange lately. Did you happen to notice he's been a little uptight lately? Like...aggrivated and jumpy. Oh, and I hope he didn't say anything too cruel to you, but nah, Miroku and I have heard a single thing from, or about him lately.

Sorry Kagome...but we'll keep you informed.

I looked over to her and smiled slightly, going for one last reply I picked up my pencil and started, only to be interrupted by the teachers phone ringing. She answered then paused, "you want...who? Miroku? To the office, you say? Well..oh, yes of course he can. I'll make sure he does that righ taway Nagai, arigatou...hai, ja ne."

At this Sango and I exchanged quick glances as the teacher looked over in our direction before waving our lecherous friend up to the front. "Miroku, up here please and bring your books with you."

Said teenager nodded, casting us a glance, then headed to the front. A small conversation later and he was handed a few sheets of paper, and headed out of the room.

"Where's he going to?" Sango mouthed to me and I could only manage a shrug. I just hoped it didn't involve his family. He's had way too much trouble in his life to begin with.

But he did look worried after all. And again, another mystery turns up. Kami, this was getting to be very annoying.

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Opening my eyes for the first itme in a while, I rolled over on my side and tried to remember where I was. The last thing I remember...I was walking to lunch before everything got blurry after the argument with Kagome...

I remember...the hag, Kaede-baba she was trying to discuss something with me about the weekend plans, but I wasn't listening. Yeah, and then she suddenly gave me the strangest look, like I was shapeshifting or something, and then nothing. That's when I woke up here...which was, where exactly?

Of course, after a moment of contemplation I realized the one place I had to be was in the infirmary. Where I must have been brought after-passing out? This thought unnerved me, but I had no time to dwell as voices outside the shut door caught my attention and I sat completely up.

My name was mentioned a few times and eventually I heard a very familiar voice. "Is he going to be all right Nagai-sama?" that was none other than Miroku asking solumnly.

"Oh, yes indeed, it's nothing bad. The poor dear just isn't feeling to hot and he's been giving permission to return home early. That's all." An audible sigh was heard and I had to roll my eyes.

"So...I was called here because--"

Cutting him off Nagai spoke. "You gathered his assignments and reading material. Of course, as his closest friend, you've been given permission to accompany him home."

Excuse me? Leaping up I ignored the sudden blurry vision I got, and unbalance that followed. Obviously I'd have to readjust my eating and sleeping habits, at least now I'd have the chance. With a growl I threw the door open and stormed out. "I'm fine!" I snapped irritably causing everybody in the room to turn and look at me curiously.

How I loathed an audiance. "Which, dear boy, is why you passed out at lunch?" the admittance woman querried and I glared at her.

"Trust me, Inuyasha, it'd be best if you allowed for an escort home. We couldn't get ahold of your..ahem, brother. And of course, Kaede-sama is in an important meeting, she suggests you get home and to bed." She smiled slightly at my growl of annoyance, "Please, just follow instructions today. Please?"

Well, how could I argue with that? One way or another I was going to get hell from the hag. And of course the others...best just do as told. "Fine! Miroku. Iku zo!" I muttered and strolled passed him.

"Coming, Inuyasha," he said dejectedly and we exited the school in silence.

God, I hate today... didn't seem worth it to be alive at all.

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FIN

Finally right?

Check out the specs:

14 1/2 pages written in notebook - finished at 2/22/04

6 pages edited and typed - finished at 1:13 am 2/28/04

See, I apologize for my extended length in time.. I had a lot of problems come up in school.. Like a missed day in Networking which threw off my entire bloody schedule. I actually ended up missing a test, and turning in 3 assignments. x.x Yay huh?

Anyways.. enjoy this..
I was going to give you two chapters at once, but... yeah, you see how that went. Just be glad I got this up at all.

And enjoy, it's not the absolute best..but it's something right?
Right...