Oi. This is yet another story, one of many that I am writing, and can't
seem to finish. So kill me. Its told strictly from Kagome's POV, first
person. Not much to be said, I hate summaries, and my teachers hate it when
I give them the whole "What happens when." crap. Oh well. Kag/Inu. Peace,
Love, and Inuyasha!
Disclaimer: No I do not own High and Mighty Inuyasha, though I wish I did. If you are reading this fic, you probably wish you did too. We are not worthy, oh great Rumiko Takahashi!
Sort of Prologue, I guess.
'Gods, why is he so irritating?' I thought while listening to him whine about having to carry me because I just happened to forget my bicycle. Sure. I just happened to forget it. But I had a good reason to, mind you. My thoughts were interrupted by his complaints.
"Kagome no baka. You knew we were going to cover distance today!" He tightened his grip on me as I started slipping off of his back. I didn't care how much he yelled at me at the moment. I was in his arms, snuggling my face in his thick, luxurious silver hair.
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Er, Chapter One.
(A/N- The 'him' was Inuyasha. Duh.)
We were walking the next day, because we still hadn't even tried to go back to the well to get anything. He looked back at me, growled, and looked forward again. Shippo wasn't on this journey with us, it was a weak monster that I sensed.. (Later, Oh later.*Teehee*) He stayed back near the well with Sango and Miroku, keeping them, er, Miroku out of trouble. Who knows why they stayed back. 'Was it Inuyasha's doing? No. Couldn't be. I'm just a wench. His shard detector. Girl, you have got to realize he has no feelings for you. You'll only ever be his shard detector. That's it. You have got to get a hold on reality.' My stomach did a flip-flop and I got cold at the thought of rejection. Sure, I tried my best to reject Hojo many times; but then again, he deserved it in some ways. He was just too persistent. But do I deserve to be -gulp- rejected?'
I suddenly stopped walking and swayed. Nausea hit me as I let the thought of Kikyo seep into my head, avoiding all security guards. I saw him pushing me away and turning to the outstretched arms of Kikyo, the half-dead, evil Kikyo I regret to share resemblance to, and part of my soul with. Inuyasha heard my footsteps cease and turned around to put a hand on my shoulder to steady my swaying body.
"What's wrong?" he asked, as I stood in his shadow.
"Nothing." I replied as I looked down, rubbing my hands against my arms. I started crying without noticing, and Inuyasha got that face on that said, 'Oh no, what did I do now?' I didn't want him to feel bad, yet doing what I did next was just pure instinct. I threw my arms around him just to have a safe place to cry. His muscles loosened as I think he realized I wasn't mad at him, and he was shocked for all of five seconds. Eventually, however, he wrapped his own arms around me too. I stayed there until my tears soaked through his red jacket. We were embraced in each other's arms, and for me it was bliss. I absorbed his touch, crying for him, even though he had no idea. I reluctantly let go after about three minutes, knowing we didn't have time to stand there all day. We had things to do. He grabbed my shoulders and looked right into my eyes with his own beautiful, mystical golden ones. He then lifted my chin and asked,
"Kagome, what's wrong?" There was a touch of sadness and sympathy mixed with the seriousness of his eyes.
"Inu.Inuyasha," I stumbled, "there's nothing wrong." I lied, and he knew it. The vision had hit me before, but never this hard. Inuyasha can detect just about anything in a person's voice, and he could definitely detect my fear and sadness.
"Kagome, crying does not indicate that you are overwhelmed with joy, or at least not most of the time. Besides. I can smell it."
"Its nothing, Inuyasha, it doesn't concern you!" I yelled, mad at his prying, even though it really did concern him.
"Look, Kagome, I'm just trying to help!" He was getting angry. "Why do you always have to go so bitchy on my whenever I try to?"
"Oh, kami, Inuyasha, I didn't mean to."
"Just shut up! I don't freaking need this. Just keep your little secret, okay?"
"Now you know how I feel when you keep your secrets from me, Inuyasha, like your transformation! It doesn't feel good, does it?" I ran back the way we came, regretting that my temper had gotten the best of me. I tried to find my way back to the well. I got lost. I was wandering alone and scared, and it was getting darker and colder. I was fearful of what may lurk in the darkness. I was about to find out.
I was setting up camp for the night, which, in reality, was a bunch of leaves just bundled together. I had forgotten my bag back at the spot where Inuyasha and I fought. I took off my shirt, because I had a white tank top underneath it. I spread my school shirt across my bare thighs and relied on the leaves to keep my arms warm. I heard something in the distance. I sat up and shivered, but not from the cold. From pure fear. (Though it was very cold indeed, let me tell you!) I was defenseless, and Inuyasha was not there to protect me. The leaves of the trees behind me rustled, and I stood up in the exact spot my feet were placed. I turned around. Something sprang at me in the darkness and grabbed my arms with one hand and around my waist with the other. The only thing I could do was scream.
"Hush!" it yelled at me with a deep, familiar voice. "Be quiet, wench!" He took his hand off of my waist and pressed it against my mouth to prevent any noise. It was rough and callused and. clawed? I tried to bit it. That proved no help and didn't do any damage to this strange creature. It did, however, taste really bad.
"Oh, small Kagome, you have much to learn, like don't bite your master." He laughed evilly, you know, the whole 'muwahahaha' laugh. While he was laughing, I used this distraction to my advantage. I bit his hand again, this time hard enough to draw blood. He yelped like a small puppy (which is what he is, that slime). I ran away or at least as far away as I could before I ran into something else.
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Haha! Dontcha just love cliffhangers? I do! Nah. Just feelin evil today. I have a question. someone answer. How do you do chapters?? I am dying trying to figure it out! Send that along with a review. reviews nice. Appreciated, not mandatory. I am emphasizing appreciated. Thank you all. I will write again!
Luv, Roganu-chan
Disclaimer: No I do not own High and Mighty Inuyasha, though I wish I did. If you are reading this fic, you probably wish you did too. We are not worthy, oh great Rumiko Takahashi!
Sort of Prologue, I guess.
'Gods, why is he so irritating?' I thought while listening to him whine about having to carry me because I just happened to forget my bicycle. Sure. I just happened to forget it. But I had a good reason to, mind you. My thoughts were interrupted by his complaints.
"Kagome no baka. You knew we were going to cover distance today!" He tightened his grip on me as I started slipping off of his back. I didn't care how much he yelled at me at the moment. I was in his arms, snuggling my face in his thick, luxurious silver hair.
~ ~ ~
Er, Chapter One.
(A/N- The 'him' was Inuyasha. Duh.)
We were walking the next day, because we still hadn't even tried to go back to the well to get anything. He looked back at me, growled, and looked forward again. Shippo wasn't on this journey with us, it was a weak monster that I sensed.. (Later, Oh later.*Teehee*) He stayed back near the well with Sango and Miroku, keeping them, er, Miroku out of trouble. Who knows why they stayed back. 'Was it Inuyasha's doing? No. Couldn't be. I'm just a wench. His shard detector. Girl, you have got to realize he has no feelings for you. You'll only ever be his shard detector. That's it. You have got to get a hold on reality.' My stomach did a flip-flop and I got cold at the thought of rejection. Sure, I tried my best to reject Hojo many times; but then again, he deserved it in some ways. He was just too persistent. But do I deserve to be -gulp- rejected?'
I suddenly stopped walking and swayed. Nausea hit me as I let the thought of Kikyo seep into my head, avoiding all security guards. I saw him pushing me away and turning to the outstretched arms of Kikyo, the half-dead, evil Kikyo I regret to share resemblance to, and part of my soul with. Inuyasha heard my footsteps cease and turned around to put a hand on my shoulder to steady my swaying body.
"What's wrong?" he asked, as I stood in his shadow.
"Nothing." I replied as I looked down, rubbing my hands against my arms. I started crying without noticing, and Inuyasha got that face on that said, 'Oh no, what did I do now?' I didn't want him to feel bad, yet doing what I did next was just pure instinct. I threw my arms around him just to have a safe place to cry. His muscles loosened as I think he realized I wasn't mad at him, and he was shocked for all of five seconds. Eventually, however, he wrapped his own arms around me too. I stayed there until my tears soaked through his red jacket. We were embraced in each other's arms, and for me it was bliss. I absorbed his touch, crying for him, even though he had no idea. I reluctantly let go after about three minutes, knowing we didn't have time to stand there all day. We had things to do. He grabbed my shoulders and looked right into my eyes with his own beautiful, mystical golden ones. He then lifted my chin and asked,
"Kagome, what's wrong?" There was a touch of sadness and sympathy mixed with the seriousness of his eyes.
"Inu.Inuyasha," I stumbled, "there's nothing wrong." I lied, and he knew it. The vision had hit me before, but never this hard. Inuyasha can detect just about anything in a person's voice, and he could definitely detect my fear and sadness.
"Kagome, crying does not indicate that you are overwhelmed with joy, or at least not most of the time. Besides. I can smell it."
"Its nothing, Inuyasha, it doesn't concern you!" I yelled, mad at his prying, even though it really did concern him.
"Look, Kagome, I'm just trying to help!" He was getting angry. "Why do you always have to go so bitchy on my whenever I try to?"
"Oh, kami, Inuyasha, I didn't mean to."
"Just shut up! I don't freaking need this. Just keep your little secret, okay?"
"Now you know how I feel when you keep your secrets from me, Inuyasha, like your transformation! It doesn't feel good, does it?" I ran back the way we came, regretting that my temper had gotten the best of me. I tried to find my way back to the well. I got lost. I was wandering alone and scared, and it was getting darker and colder. I was fearful of what may lurk in the darkness. I was about to find out.
I was setting up camp for the night, which, in reality, was a bunch of leaves just bundled together. I had forgotten my bag back at the spot where Inuyasha and I fought. I took off my shirt, because I had a white tank top underneath it. I spread my school shirt across my bare thighs and relied on the leaves to keep my arms warm. I heard something in the distance. I sat up and shivered, but not from the cold. From pure fear. (Though it was very cold indeed, let me tell you!) I was defenseless, and Inuyasha was not there to protect me. The leaves of the trees behind me rustled, and I stood up in the exact spot my feet were placed. I turned around. Something sprang at me in the darkness and grabbed my arms with one hand and around my waist with the other. The only thing I could do was scream.
"Hush!" it yelled at me with a deep, familiar voice. "Be quiet, wench!" He took his hand off of my waist and pressed it against my mouth to prevent any noise. It was rough and callused and. clawed? I tried to bit it. That proved no help and didn't do any damage to this strange creature. It did, however, taste really bad.
"Oh, small Kagome, you have much to learn, like don't bite your master." He laughed evilly, you know, the whole 'muwahahaha' laugh. While he was laughing, I used this distraction to my advantage. I bit his hand again, this time hard enough to draw blood. He yelped like a small puppy (which is what he is, that slime). I ran away or at least as far away as I could before I ran into something else.
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Haha! Dontcha just love cliffhangers? I do! Nah. Just feelin evil today. I have a question. someone answer. How do you do chapters?? I am dying trying to figure it out! Send that along with a review. reviews nice. Appreciated, not mandatory. I am emphasizing appreciated. Thank you all. I will write again!
Luv, Roganu-chan