10 Secret Truths | Part 1

They say time tells all, but what if (under the circumstances) time doesn't want to talk? A battle of words exchanged in a drabble of short stories exploring the emotions and ideas of Inuyasha and Kagome on their current relationship.


"Say, Inuyasha?" Kagome begun, making sure to carefully observe how intrigued his answer seemed; the hanyou batted an eyelid, only to retract his gaze a second later.

This guy…

As if in an effort to capture his attention, she skipped the planned out monologue she had in mind. "Do you remember that time you got poisoned by the Spider-head demons and I had to look after you?" She chimed, sounding almost too proud of her heroic capabilities.

Hesitantly, he looked up to her. With an underlying anxiousness in his tone, Kagome listened to him brashly exclaim something in the essence of 'I know where you're going with this, so you can stop now.'

Feeling less than moved by his speech, Kagome insisted on landing the boy a sly look from her already devious expression- pairing it with an equally cunning gesture, "Oh so you do remember?" Inuyasha quickly shuffled away, making it certain to anyone in the same situation that he was uncomfortable.

Kagome took this as a queue. She continued trying to pry out some form of emotional expression regarding the situation at hand, however, she now found herself lecturing him. The initial question was coming across as a learning curb, rather than the innocent curiosity that she intended it to. "You can't honestly tell me you don't remember. The poison didn't make you say crazy things, Inuyasha—"

This time his response presented an array of emotions that even Kagome didn't know he was able to express. He forcefully protruded Kagome's personal space in an attempt to seem more intimidating, "I'm bound to talk crazy things any time I turn into my human-form," making a point to emphasise the rawness in his tone.

Talk crazy things?

Realising he was making a specific reference; this made it blatantly obvious to Kagome that Inuyasha was dismissing the otherwise affectionate remark he said back where they found Nazuna and the Spider-head demons.

Well, at least he's not totally avoiding the subject…

"It's because any sense of dignity is lost during my transformation. So really it's not even me talking, but really if I were human."

Kagome raised an eyebrow to his last comment; her face transitioning from a previously gawked expression, to now an annoyed. Inuyasha, however, didn't take notice to this and continued spurting not at all thought out, momentary opinions which he'd probably regret later.

"It goes the same for my actions too!" he declared, joshing a finger in the air as if he was only figuring this out for himself.

As the demon boy dug himself a deeper grave, one that would be unable to be compromised by a simple apology, Kagome felt her eyes roll back in grimace.

"You have got to be kidding yourself" echoed a warranted response from beside him. "You're still you!" she protested in a peeved manner, "The only things that change on the night of the new moon is your physical appearance and certain chemicals in your brain- and neither of them too extremely!"

Inuyasha gave her a bewildered look; one which made Kagome question how little he thought she knew about him. "Keh!" he muttered in a lack of retaliation to her previous counter-argument.

How something so insignificant like an argument pushed on for so long was above either of their understandings. With each figurative shot fired, the sky faded to a darker gradient until it reached a sunless hue.

The two sat, admittedly exhausted, with their backs pressed up against each other's- rivalry hauled down as a token of submission. The mood had subsided into a calming silence; both too caught up in the relaxing lull to exchange words.

Granted; if the two were bickering like they just were, 500 years back in time, they would not nearly have as much dignity left. Not only would it be plain to see, but plainly heard by an uncanny amount of public viewers.

Although daytime was lacking, the night was brightly illuminated. It sheltered Tokyo and acted as false reassurance, making it seem to that their disagreement had not spanned for such a prolonged period of time.

"Although," she trailed off whimsically, "it's probably not the wisest to be thankful for air pollution."

Confused, Inuyasha made a witty remark he knew she would negatively react to, "Air pollution? What kind of nonsense are you spurting now?"

"If you're going to act like a jackass, why don't you just leave me alone?" she exclaimed, raising her voice to accentuate its stern undertone.

He guffawed at her seemingly intimidating remark. The way she would argue against him was an enticing experience- however furious it made him. "Maybe I will!" He roused.

Kagome watched intensely as he made his way over to the windowsill at a leisurely pace, frequently looking behind him as if to make sure she was still paying attention to his exaggerated reaction. In retaliation, still bitter from his agitating comment, she gave him a stone-hard glare.

From behind, Inuyasha heard a disgruntled 'go on then' ushered from inside the increasingly unpleasant aura in Kagome's room. Not expecting her to actually go through with forcing him to leave, he turned to challenge her glare and flared his upper-lip. A low, guttural noise emitted from the hanyou; expressing his discontent with an accompanied "I still don't think you smell nice!"

Before Kagome could acknowledge what her stubborn-headed accomplice just blurted out, Inuyasha had immediately jumped out onto the pavement outside her residence, and stormed into the building which harboured the Bone-Eater's well. She chuckled indignantly to herself like one would after coming up with a poorly-timed, clever remark to an opposing opinion.

Jerk. He's probably running back to the feudal era to spread his contagious bad-mood to the others.

Feeling partially responsible for his curt reaction; Kagome let out a long, aggravated sigh and collapsed back onto her bed. Her being sunk into the crevasse of the mattress' cushioning- not as comfortably as it usually would if she had spent more time actually sleeping in it.


Continued in Chapter 2