1Caught between the Two
Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever, sadly, owned Inuyasha. I do, however, own every story that I post, so if you try and steal it, I shall be mad! ^_^
Third grade. She's been in love with Inuyasha since the third grade.
Kagome was only half listening to Sango as she rattled on about something or other. It was unusual for Kagome to be so distracted when her friends were talking to her, but she just m-hm'd and uh-huh'd to everything Sango said, her attention drawn to the tan form of her life's love across the science room.
Science was the only class Kagome had gotten with Inuyasha this semester, and the teacher, an ugly old man named Jii, had sat them across the room from each other, Kagome in front and to the left, Inuyasha in back and to the right.
So Kagome only saw him when Jii gave them free period, and she was able to turn around and sit on the desk.
And even then Kagome only ever risked a glance or two every couple of seconds, fearing for what would happen if Miroku, his best friend, caught her stairing and told him.
"Hey, Kagome." She turned around on the blue table that was her and Sango's science desk, her black knee length converse laces flopping back into place as she stopped her 360 degree turn in front of a black clad Kouga.
"Hi, Kouga." She muttered shyly.
Kouga Okamii was new to school. A Goth player who enjoyed smoking and hitting on Kagome. He had his last name tattooed in an arch across his upper back, which he took the time to show her whenever he got the chance.
Kouga smirked his trade mark bad-boy smirk and held out two folded pieces of lined paper for her to take. "Don't read these until after class." He grinned, walking away.
Sango stopped walking and looked at the papers. "What's that?"
"I've no idea." I opened the first paper, regardless of what Kouga had said and read the poem out loud to Sango.
"'Beauty beyond Compare
Wind blowing Faintly
Through soft raven Hair'"
Sango glanced at Kouga, "That's... erm... Is he obsessed with your hair or something? That's the third raven-haired poem he's written you in two weeks."
"I'm not sure." Kagome admitted, folding it up and putting it in her pocket.
"What's the other one?" Sango took the second folded piece of lined paper and read it out loud, "'I really like you, would you mind if after class I gave you a kiss on the cheek?'" Sango looked at me. "You gonna let him?"
"Probably not." Kagome shrugged, glancing in Inuyasha's direction, and then glancing away when she noticed his ears were trained in her direction. "No."
"You should." Sango told her, handing back the paper. " He's cute and you have always been attracted to the bad-boy type."
Kagome m-hm'd and Inuyasha's head snapped up, looking at her for a brief moment.
Kagome turned back to Sango. "I don't have a type, Sango. Hojo was the last boy I dated, and I dumped him when I found the pot, remember?"
"Dumped?" Sango giggled. "Kagome, you smashed the stuff in his face and told him you only date guys with more than two brain cells."
Kagome heard Inuyasha's snort from across the room. What's with you, she wondered.
Turning back to Sango, she said, "Well it's true, isn't it? Besides, I'm not to fond of kissing a pot head. That stuff taste's nasty."
Sango grimaced. "Yeah, because you, the girl who's never kissed anyone, would know."
Kagome frowned and, blushing madly, replied, "Yes I have."
"Oh, yeah? Who?"
Kagome considered for a moment, "That guy I dated last year gave me a kiss on the cheek."
"Kagome."Sango warned.
Kagome sighed, "Fine. I'll go to the movies with him. Once. But that's it."
Kagome looked back at Inuyasha. The hottest, coolest guy on earth... Who had absolutely no idea she was alive.
She turned back to Sango before she could analyze his stiff back and lowered ears.
"One date."
The date was uneventful, to say the least. They went to see Minority Report, and his friends, Hokaku and Ginta, crashed it.
He hadn't done anything all night. The only touch was a brush of his shoulder against hers. The only talk was about the movie.
He didn't even offer her a good night kiss when it was over.
Kagome's first date ever, and Kouga ruined it.
The next day, as class started, Kagome was waiting outside her science class for Jii-chan to open the door, leaning against the green pole that held up the roof when Inuyasha walked up.
Her black tank top was riding down a bit, so she pulled it back up as Inuyasha leaned against the pillar beside her.
Her heart stopped. Kagome glanced up, shocked, as Inuyasha smirked down at her.
"I-Inu"– She was interrupted as Miroku came up to them and started talking to Inuyasha.
Kagome leaned down to fix the flap of her knee length converse, nearly toppling over, when she felt a hand n her back, keeping her steady.
She looked up at Inuyasha, his face was still turned to Miroku, but his grin was more than enough proof that the clawed hand on her back was his.
Third grade. That's how long Kagome's been in love with the tanned basketball player, Inuyasha Takahashi. No matter how cliche' it was, the Punk was in love with the Jock.
Maybe there's hope after all, she thought as she straitened up and grinned when Inuyasha's hand stayed where it was.