A/N: This piece takes place somewhere after Kouga's appearance. Correct me if I'm wrong, but based on what my scatter-brained mind recalls, Inuyasha hasn't said anything really mushy to Kagome yet?
Oh well… Just read! ^^
My Perfect Guy by The Mediocre One
Chapter 1
Oooh…Kagome fumed, her hands curled into tight knots. How dare he think she actually DID something with Kouga!! Sure, Kouga was a nice guy (unlike someone she knew), but how could Inuyasha actually believe her to be so low???
"The NERVE OF HIM!" Kagome angrily shouted, slamming her hands down on the table, her face twitching in anger.
"Uh…Kagome? The nerve of who?"
Kagome froze in the middle of her angry explosion and looked up to find her friends Yuka and Erie staring at her, question marks practically flying from their heads. Oh right…I'm in school right now… Kagome blushed, and tried to smile as though nothing had happened.
"Eh, nothing." Kagome grinned, forcing down her negative feelings. "Just thinking about how much I'd like to kill someone right now."
Yuka and Erie gaped at her. Kagome Higurashi—wanting to kill someone? Who could possibly have triggered her killing instincts, they wondered. A light suddenly blinked on in Erie's head.
"Oh!" She exclaimed. "Is it him?"
The word him seem to wash over Yuka, and her eyes widened as it dawned on her. She turned her head to look at Erie. "You think it's him???" Erie nodded her head solemnly, her eyes lowered. Unsatisfied, Yuka shifted her gaze to Kagome.
"Is it?"
By now, Kagome was thoroughly confused. This conversation revolving around 'him this' and 'him that' was muddling her mind. Kagome tilted her head in a puzzled pose and blinked.
"Eh? What do you mean?"
Her response brought groans and sighs from her friends. Erie and Yuka exchanged exasperated looks before they once again turned to look at the bewildered Kagome. Yuka rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed with the "stupidity" of her friend. That bout of measles Kagome had earlier was definitely limiting the ability of her brain, Yuka thought with pity.
"To put it in understandable words, we are wondering if that violent, two-timing, thinks-you-are-his-property guy is still abusing you and cheating on you with that other woman." Erie nodded her head in agreement.
Kagome's mouth dropped open in amazement. She hadn't thought that her friends would still remember about Inuyasha, and also hadn't thought that she had given such a bad impression on him. But, she reminded herself, some of the things did ring a bell. And some of the things were the cause of her anger at him right now.
"Well," Kagome began, "He's always getting jealous at any nice thing I do for guys, and he's always suspicious that I'm doing stuff with his rivals."
Erie gasped, and quickly patted Kagome's head. "Then it's worse than we thought! He's entering the first stages of abuse—extreme possessiveness!!" She sternly looked into her friend's eyes. "You must get out of this relationship immediately, or one day he might catch you in an abandon alley and do bad things!!"
Kagome nodded her head slowly, trying not to laugh. Inuyasha doing bad things to her? She doubted he was brave enough to even kiss her. Still, if he ever attempted it, she'd sit him until he was too weak to ever try again. Satisfied with that thought, Kagome looked back up at her dynamic friends.
"Kagome, after much thought, we have come to a conclusion. We must get you together with another guy so that you can forget all about this jerk." Yuka crossed her arms in an intimidating pose.
"Now," she snapped her fingers at Erie, and the girl held out a piece of paper, "write down all the traits you want in a guy on this paper so that we can find the perfect guy for you."
"But I—" Kagome opened her mouth to protest, but closed it when she saw her friends smiling brightly at her. Meekly, she bobbed her head in agreement. Darn it. She could never resist their smiling.
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"Let's see…" Kagome twiddled the pencil absently while twirling a strand of hair. She gave a sigh and looked down at the blank white paper in front of her. What do I want in a guy?
Actually, she didn't really want her friends to find her a guy. She couldn't get out of her relationship with Inuyasha because she didn't even have a relationship with him! Of course, he had hugged her that one time and had said that he did want her near him.
But how did she know that he wasn't lying about it? Maybe he just said that because he knew that if she was gone, there wouldn't be a shard sensor to sniff out all the Shikon pieces for him. But still…Kagome's eyes drifted toward the window, not really focusing on anything—still, despite everything, she wanted to be near him. Even if he didn't really care a thing for her right now, there was always a chance for the future…
Kagome's gaze returned back to her desk and the sheet of paper. Now that she had sorted out all her feelings, what was she going to do about that list of traits? She couldn't just hand the paper back to her friends and explain to them that she had made up her mind to stay in the so-called *violent* relationship. They wouldn't accept it, and would just flash that 100-watt smile at her, until she wrote down all the traits she wanted in her "perfect man". Then, they would go out and trap a poor, unsuspecting male and drag him back for her to date.
Unless… Kagome's eyes glinted mischievously. Unless she wrote down traits that they would never find in a guy. Her perfect guy would be perfect indeed. Absolutely perfect—no flaws at all.
A smile spread across Kagome's face as she set her pencil scribbling. Finally, when the whole sheet had been marked with arrangements of black squiggles, the pencil fell, clattering against the desk. Kagome smiled, satisfied with her work. Pushing the chair back, she stood up and strode out her room.
Now that she was done with that, she would take a nice hot bath to celebrate.
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Inuyasha growled irritably while he paced back and forth, followed by the eyes of his amused friends. "Damn it, when is that girl coming back?" He snarled again, as if to once again display his anger.
Stopping in the middle of his meditation, Miroku opened an eye to glance at Inuyasha. "Perhaps she will never come back, seeing how angry she was when you accused her of sleeping with Kouga." He didn't bother to hide his smirk.
Inuyasha looked at him with indignation. "I didn't say she was sleeping with him, I just asked what exactly she did with Kouga!"
"In other words, you implied that you thought she slept with him." Miroku added pointedly.
Inuyasha struggled to think of some witty comeback to that, but none came to his head. "I--," he hurriedly tried to think of something, "That's not what I meant!"
Miroku smiled broadly at Inuyasha's feeble attempt to even the score. "Then the reason you brought that up was because you were desperately jealous and in your madness you accused Kagome of doing inappropriate deeds with him?"
"Nice one," said Sango.
Inuyasha was at a loss of words to say. Of course he wasn't jealous!!! How could he be jealous of a cowardly, idiot bastard of a wolf??
"I'm not JEALOUS or MAD!" he shouted angrily at Miroku, who was now calmly sipping tea. "I'm NOT!"
"Could have fooled me," Shippo piped up, a safe distance away from the fuming hanyou.
"You---you---!" Inuyasha struggled to muster up words to say, but his anger prevented him from thinking of anything.
"Yes?" Miroku directed a small smile at him. "Anything the jealous dog would like to say?"
Too heated to say anything, Inuyasha only saw three pairs of eyes on him, smirking at him. "Shut up," he growled, turning his face away from their grinning faces. "Anyways," Inuyasha tried changing the subject, "that stupid wench better come back soon!"
"Hmph. If I were her, I'd never come back," whispered Sango to Miroku. "I mean, who'd want to come back to a mean arrogant jerk?"
"Indeed," Miroku replied, in a much louder voice. "Kagome is probably enjoying the company of some fine young man right now."
Inuyasha, who had been pretending to ignore the three, lifted his head indifferently. "Who gives?" He turned his nose up, as if it symbolized that he didn't.
"You don't care if Kagome is out on one of those 'dates' right now? If she's holding hands with a nice, cute, guy—perhaps that Hojo she was talking about earlier—right now? If they're gazing into each others' eyes right now? If their lips are only a millimeter apart right n—"
"THAT'S IT!" Inuyasha hollered, his head snapping up. Miroku and Sango eagerly awaited his next sentence.
"How dare that she enjoy herself while we slave away here!!"
The group fell to the ground with a crash. Miroku recovered, stiffly raising himself up. "Eh, Inuyasha. Wouldn't it have been more appropriate to say, 'How dare that bastard touch my darling Kagome's lips?'"
Inuyasha only directed a glare back to him. "As if I'm gonna act like some mushy wimp."
A smile curled up on Miroku's lips and he smirked at Inuyasha. "So you do like her. I knew it!"
Inuyasha's cheeks paled as he suddenly recalled what he had just said. Dammit! It was just like Miroku to trap him with his own words!
"Feh," Inuyasha said quickly, trying to act like Miroku was mistaken. "The things you idiots come up with are unbelievable.
Anyways, I'm going to go drag Kagome back here. We have work to do and shards to gather." With a casual turn of the head, Inuyasha started toward the path to the well.
"Funny how you always talk about bringing her back after I mention the lip thing," muttered Miroku under his breath.
Conveniently, a rock seemed to find its way onto the houshi's head. "I heard that!"
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What do I say to her? Inuyasha wondered as he crawled out of the well of the shrine. "I mean, I can't go 'I came to kill the guy who attached his nasty dirty lips on you' can I? Or 'Sorry' because then it'd mean I was wrong. Or on the other hand, if I said 'I miss you,' she'd think I liked her or something.
And I don't like her. Not in that way. Inuyasha told himself, though there was a small nagging in the back of his head that seemed to suggest otherwise. No, seriously, I don't!!
Although she is really nice sometimes with her hair in the wind—and she smells nice t—GAH! What was he thinking??? Listening to Miroku's nonsense was doing damage to his sanity.
Inuyasha shook his head furiously as if to wipe away all his thoughts. He'd just make something up when he was inside, Inuyasha decided. He didn't want those strange thoughts popping up in his head again. Inuyasha shook his head again, accidentally bumping into an antique vase set on a dusty table.
"ACK!" He quickly grabbed it before it crashed to the floor and carefully set it back where it was. No sense in making Kagome angrier than she is already, he thought.
Carefully, Inuyasha maneuvered his way out of the shrine—watching out for any porcelain that was in his path, and quietly sneaked into the house through the back.
He wandered around the place, his nose carefully guiding him to the room with Kagome's scent. After circling around, he arrived at a small room at the corner of the house. However, Kagome didn't seem to be inside at the moment.
Not knowing what to do, Inuyasha sat down on her bed and surveyed the room. It was clean and organized—just like Kagome. Well, it certainly smelled like her; the scent of strawberries and lavender floated all around. Sitting here made him feel like he knew something about Kagome that no one else did—somehow, it made him feel sort of happy.
Inuyasha's eyebrows narrowed. Blegh…why am I acting like this again? He leaned back so that he was lying on the bed, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. Turning his head to the side, his nose couldn't help but catch Kagome's scent on the blankets and couldn't stop from sniffing it all over; drowning his nose in it. It just smelled so nice—so clean and fresh…
A loud ringing sound suddenly commenced, coming from somewhere in the house. Startled, Inuyasha jumped up, quickly ducking as he heard Kagome's voice say, "I'll get it, Mom." His heart thumping rapidly, he half expected her to stop outside the room. And so, very relieved was the hanyou when her footsteps continued walking until they were out of range of the doorway.
That was close, he thought, letting out the breath he had been holding. It wouldn't have been good if she had seen him sniffing her blankets. She might think he was some sort of sick pervert and smack him—no, even worse, SIT him.
Inuyasha's eyes bugged as he imagined the situation. It was definitely good that she hadn't seen him. But now that it was over, maybe he should go find her. Jumping up, Inuyasha stretched a little, when some words drifted in from the doorway. Curious, Inuyasha strained to hear.
"…yes, Yuka. I've finished the list…yeah the one with the traits…" It was Kagome's voice.
"Mhm…I know. You want to know what I think of Kazuya? Well, I suppose he's nice…though perverted sometimes…yes…Takashi? He's funny, but I don't really—hey wait! What about the list? I thought you were going to use that!
…oh…I see…other resources…okay, okay… Yes! I know…okay, I'll get out of the abusive relationship…yes…I promise I'll get over him…mhm…it's all fine! Don't worry!
…okay..bye then!!"
He heard a small click and then Kagome's footsteps walked away, getting softer until they disappeared. Dazed at what he just heard, Inuyasha's mouth opened and closed noiselessly.
Kagome was in love with an abusive jerk? It had to be that bastard Hojo—the one Miroku had mentioned earlier! He, who had defiled her with his dirty paws! How could Kagome like such a person?
Snarling, the hanyou began pacing back and forth through the room, lividly staring at the carpet. As he paced to the right for the tenth time, a piece of paper on Kagome's desk caught his attention. Inuyasha stopped, and walked toward it, picking it up. He scanned it curiously, his eyes scrolling down.
It read:
Kagome's Perfect Guy: A List of Traits:
-Must be tall
-Must be strong
-Must act gentlemanly (complimenting me)
-Must be romantic
-Must have nice features: teeth, smile, eyes
-Must have nice, clean clothes
-Must be intelligent
-Must have sense of humor
-Must act manly
-Gives flowers
Ah. So this is "the list" they were talking about, Inuyasha thought. He browsed through the whole thing again, and smiled smugly.
Well, that abusive jerk Kagome's with sure doesn't fit the niceness requirement. He must not be the perfect guy for Kagome then.
Inuyasha smiled again. Then suddenly, the realization of how he could get Kagome away from the violent male she was with appeared in his head.
He, Inuyasha, would be all of those things that Kagome wanted in her perfect guy. He would then lure her away from that bastard she loved—therefore saving her from the guy's violent clutches. Although she might not be too happy at first, sooner or later she would realize his good intentions. He grinned as he imagined Kagome bowing down to him in thanks.
Inuyasha studied the list again and grunted. The requirements didn't seem all that hard to him. For example: How hard was it to act manly? He was already a man—so didn't that mean he was manly? Inuyasha scratched his head. Or at least he thought that's what it meant.
Before he could ponder on the state of manliness any longer, a sudden loud creak of the door alerted him of an intruder. An intruder named Kagome.
"Shoot!" Inuyasha scrambled away from the desk while hastily grabbing the list. He stumbled toward the window, clumsily knocking the chair down and sending sheets of paper to flight in his hurry. Quickly, he wrenched the window open and disappeared just as the door opened.
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Kagome surveyed her room with mixed emotions of dismay and shock. What she had left as a clean room was now a garbage dump—her chair lying against the floor, papers all strewn across the room, and her desk—she had left it neat with only a single piece of paper on—Kagome's hand flew to her mouth. The paper was gone!
She didn't care much about having to write the information again—how hard could it be to list the traits of a perfect guy? But she clearly remembered on having left it there; how could it disappear in just a few minutes? Releasing a sigh, Kagome slumped down on her bed, her arms hugging her pillow tightly. Seriously, why did these things always happen to her?
She stared at her hands, blankly thinking, when suddenly she noticed some strands of fur on her bed. Grabbing one, she inspected it closely. It was a pure white color, so it couldn't have belonged to her, Souta or her mother, and that meant it could've only belong to one other being…
"Souta!" Kagome yelled. "Don't you know that Buyo isn't allowed on my bed?"
Kagome's brother peered at her questioningly through the doorway. "But Buyo wasn't anywhere near your room," he protested, "He was downstairs in the kitchen!"
"Sure," Kagome muttered to herself after her brother was beyond audible boundaries, "I swear, the things he does to protect that cat." She shook her head in disapproval. "It had to have been Buyo."
She glanced at the strand of fur again. Though it did seem too fine to be fur belonging to that cat. It seemed more like hair now that she looked at it closely.
And since when did Buyo's hair get longer than a foot? Strange really. The size of those fur balls would definitely be a sight to see…
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A/N again: Guess Buyo needs a shave… ^^