***Author's note: hey guys, sorry this took so long to post! I've been busy with homework, and a friend who was on my tail about reading the series Mortal Instruments, which, I might say, it one of my favorite series ever now, but not better than the Hunger Games. So now I'm spending two weeks typing. No reading, even if it kills me. And it feels so good to write again! I haven't been able to type at all, and it's honestly taken its toll on me. Anyway, here's chapter 2! And again, so sorry for the long wait!
FYI: I don't own Inuyasha, but I do own my characters!
Chapter 2
Kagome thought about the tank that night, and how easily Inuyasha rammed the metal rod into it. It was impossible for a human, but she had to remind herself that he wasn't exactly human. She remembered how he grabbed her out of the way, it was quick, panicked, but he didn't hurt her.
He went from gentle, to deadly, in less than two seconds.
Inuyasha lay awake as he thought about the girl in the next room. The tank wanted her, and he didn't know why. He didn't think he'd act that fast to protect her, since he hated her, but all he knew was he couldn't let the girl who looked so much like Kikyo die, no matter how much he hated her.
Okay, so maybe he was going a little too far. He didn't exactly hate her, there wasn't really any possible way he could hate her at that, but he wanted to.
He wished he did. It would be so much better if he didn't care if someone had attacked her, but how could you save someone and not care what happens to them? It was impossible to risk your life, and not have one little worry in the world about them.
But Inuyasha loved to lie to himself, it was so frequent, it was almost a hobby. Because really, as soon as he saw the girl, he saw that she looked like Kikyo. He had a feeling about her too, almost as if he had a connection, and he right away dismissed it and told himself he hated her. She was pretty and perfect and happy, and Inuyasha was sort of jealous of her purity. Why should anyone be that pure, while he was so tainted? He was scarred and blemished and angry.
He never cared about anything and the girl, Kagome, she cared about everything. He'd mad her cry over something so simple; he just told her the world wasn't perfect. Did she cry over his opinion, or the fact that it was right? He knew she wasn't completely angry, she was sad too. Surely she knew that the world was a cruel place, people getting murdered and killed, bad people, people who tried to hurt her tonight.
But as it stood, she couldn't hate the world, or anybody. He was so cruel to her, and she still smiled at him. Why couldn't she hate him? How could it be possible to hate someone who could never hate you no matter what you did?
How could you hate an angel?
He fell asleep, slightly frustrated with trying to figure the girl out.
The next day when Kagome was eating breakfast with the rest of her family, Inuyasha came down halfway through it. He was dressed and it looked like he was ready to go somewhere.
She got up and followed him. "Where are you going?" she asked, stumbling to keep up with him.
"Out," he said, not looking at her. "Don't follow me."
She stopped and looked at his back as he walked away. She gave him a sad look, a look she knew he'd never see. She was getting cold so she hurried back inside.
She hurt for him, she could see how messed up he was and she wanted to help him as much as she could.
Inuyasha walked through the cemetery, snow covering the tombstones, the dead flowers, the new roses, like blood on the snow, just like that day.
Blood staining the white snow. A pale hand, blood running down the wrist, dripping into the puddle underneath, glass surrounded the hand like glitter, a piece of metal here, a piece there. Laying in the snow, staring at the mangled and broken car that sat upside down in the snow five feet away. The smashed windshield where he was thrown through, the cracked glass on his mother's side, her laying half out of the car, her head bloody from where it hit.
"Mom?" he had asked. His voice slurred and cracked, his vision blurry, barely awake.
Inuyasha shook his head. He hated the damn memories, of how he knew he should have been dead, of how he wished it was him too. They came back all the time as he walked to his mother's grave.
It was all his fault. She was yelling at him to put on his seat belt, but he wouldn't listen. He didn't listen, and she was still yelling and not paying attention, and they were hit by a truck. The car flipped and rolled, metal crunching and glass shattering, the noises so sharp in his memory. He remembered the horn of the truck. The impact.
He had nightmares about her scream a month after.
Inuyasha stopped at the grave. The one right next to his father's, the man he never really knew. Sesshomaru and his mother used to talk about him as if he was greatly respected by everyone he met. In stories his mother told him, he was.
Inuyasha knelt down in the snow next to the tombstone. There were fresh roses there, so he assumed Sesshomaru must have been there lately.
It's been almost a year since he's seen his brother. Not that he really cared much, but Rin had suggested to Sesshomaru that he visits Inuyasha from time to time, after she heard from Inuyasha that he hadn't seen Sesshomaru since the day Social Services came and took them.
But now Inuyasha would see Rin everyday in school, because she went to the same school Inuyasha thought Kagome went to. If he was wrong, he'd be disappointed.
Inuyasha looked at the words on the grave, not really seeing them. He knew the words by heart, every word, because he stayed here after they buried her, reading it over and over, trying to make her death real.
Izayoi Takudo: Beloved and respected mother, friend, and widow. Forever loved and missed. (1966 -2001)
Inuyasha punched the ground next to him. He missed her. When he had the nightmares there was no one there to comfort him and tell them they weren't real. Because they were real, and Rin didn't tell him that. She couldn't. She could just sit with him until he calmed down, or until they both fell asleep.
He missed what his life could have been, it could have been great. He missed Rin and he missed his mother. You never really know you're alone until you're standing in a crowd and realize that everyone in the crowd doesn't know you, or doesn't give a damn what the hell happens to you.
He hated the world, hated everyone, because nobody knew him anymore. Sesshomaru didn't really know him, and neither did Rin. She didn't really know how much of a horrible and worthless person he was, the person who kills everyone he loves. His mother, Kikyo. Rin would come next if he got too close to her, or anyone other girl he cared deeply for.
Inuyasha stood back up. He spent enough time in the past today, he didn't want to spend any more time. He just wanted to feel free of it. He hated the past. And the girl, Kagome, was always looking forward. She never stayed in the past about her father, never held it against him for being rude to her. She forgave everyone, even herself, something he was incapable of doing.
Inuyasha trudged through the snow that was starting to fall heavily again, and walked back to the shrine. It was at least a few blocks away, and he was looking forward to the walk to clear his head.
He still couldn't see how he could hate her. It was impossible, but it would be so much safer for him if he did hate her. If you couldn't hate an angel, you loved them or were every close to them. They only way to hate an angel was to be a demon (No pun intended). The demons of Hell hated angels, and he wasn't one of those demons. He knew she was one of those people who made people care about them highly, he could already feel himself wanting to protect the tiny girl from the boy Miroku who wanted to violate her, or any other boy.
Inuyasha growled at himself. He couldn't understand why he was letting her get to him. It was just so frustrating. How could you not care for something so small and sweet?
He decided to just let it go. He didn't want it to consume his every thought. Then he'd really be in trouble.
When he got to the shrine, they were all doing work, and Sota and Shippo were having a snowball fight. He shook his head at the children.
He walked right past the family and into his room.
After half an hour, there was a knock on the door, and Inuyasha had a pretty good idea who it was. He growled.
"Go the hell away," he said.
"I was wondering if you wanted to eat something," she stated. "It wouldn't do any good if we starve you," she said cheerfully.
"I'm not hungry," he growled. Actually he was starving. But he figured he'd sneak something up later.
He heard her sigh. "Are you sure? I made some ramen. I thought maybe you'd want something warm after your walk," she stated.
His ears twitched at the word. "Um, hold on." He got up, and walked to the door, opening it, and finding her there, wearing a pink sweater, with a black skirt, her hair down, just as when he first saw it.
And she was holding a bold of warm ramen.
She smiled at him. "Do you want to eat it up here, or downstairs?" she asked.
"Here," he said. He took the bowl, and was about to close it, but she stopped him.
"I was wondering if you want to talk," she stated. "I can tell that something is bothering you."
"So you want to talk about my feelings, and share things, even if you have no idea if this is how I normally am," he stated cruelly.
She looked hurt. "I just wanted to know-"
"Nothing is bothering me," he snapped. "Go away." He slammed the door, but not before he saw the torn look on her face. The tears in her eyes.
Kagome sat down in the living room, not knowing what to do. She thought about calling Koga, he'd make her feel better, maybe even fight with Inuyasha, and that was the last thing she wanted.
She sighed. Maybe if she just talked to Koga, he'd talk to Inuyasha, maybe try to make him feel better. But she knew it wouldn't go down that way. Koga and Inuyasha were both hotheads, as far as she knew Inuyasha he was, that is.
It was so frustrating.
Then she got an idea. Jurou was calm, he'd be able to talk calmly to Inuyasha, possibly without getting Inuyasha mad. But she couldn't do that either, because he'd know that Kagome sent Jurou up to talk to him, and he'd made it clear that he didn't want to talk.
She decided that maybe it would be good to get out of the house, and she wanted to take Inuyasha with her. She wanted to get to know him, and she didn't just want to think of him as the boy who was living in her house. Maybe if she became friends with him he'd be more nicer and open.
It was about half an hour after he shut the door on her, so maybe he was cooled down.
She stood up and walked to the room, knocking on the door once she stood in front of it.
"Inuyasha," she called in. "Do you want to go to the mall? You don't have many things, so I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to pick up some things."
"No," he said.
Kagome sighed. "Well, I can't go by myself. Especially after yesterday," she stated.
There was a long pause. "Fine. I'm coming. I'll be down in a minute."
Kagome smiled and walked downstairs again, getting her shoes and jacket on. Inuyasha came down as she was getting her jacket on, and did the same, getting his shoes and jacket on.
"You're not walking all the way to the mall, are you?" he asked. He knew it was almost a dozen blocks away, Rin had told him about it before.
"Of course," she said. "How else are we supposed to get there?" She gave him a confused look, her eyebrows knitting together.
"It's too far," he stated. He wasn't worried about getting cold, he was a demon, they didn't get cold, but she'd get cold, then get sick. "We can drive there, if your mother let's me take the car."
Kagome gave him a wary look. "I'm not sure she'd let you. But you can ask." She looked toward the kitchen. "She's in there."
Inuyasha nodded. "I'll be right back." He walked into the kitchen.
After about a minute or two he came back, holding up keys and smiling at her cockily.
"I got them," he said passing her.
Kagome smiled and shook her head, following him out. She followed him to the car. "How did you do it?"
Inuyasha shot her a smile. "Heh, it wasn't hard. I just asked."
Kagome smiled back. "It must have been your puppy ears," she stated. "They're too cute."
Inuyasha started the car and started driving, keeping his eyes on the road, hoping she wouldn't see the light flush on his cheeks. "Heh."
She giggled.
His ears twitched at the sound, the sound like bells to his ears. An angel's laugh. How could you hate something so perfect?
At the mall, Inuyasha followed her around, going into the stores.
"Is there anything you want in here?" she'd ask. "Get anything you'd like."
He didn't get anything at first, because he didn't see anything he liked. When they got to one store, a store he shopped at a lot, and he needed more jeans, his others were getting a bunch of holes and his shirts were getting blood stains in them that were starting to become permanent.
He picked out a red shirt, and a pair of jeans, and Kagome insisted that he tried them on first, only because she wanted to see how they would look on him.
She started to pick out clothes she thought would look good on him, and clothes she thought he'd like.
"So do you like these?" she asked when he came out of the dressing room in the jeans she picked out for him. "They look really good on you."
"Heh," Inuyasha said. He did like the jeans, and the shirt she picked out, she knew what kind of shirts and jeans he liked already.
She bought him all the clothes, then he suggested she tried on some clothes.
"Me?" she squeaked. "I-I don't know. I have enough clothes."
"You don't have to buy them," he stated. "Just try them on."
Kagome smiled at him and sighed. "Fine," she said. "You can pick out what I should try on."
Inuyasha smirked as he turned from her and to the clothes rack for the girls. He knew she liked skirts, she wore them all the time, so he picked out a checkered skirt colored pink and white, and a pink shirt with a white sweater over it.
He walked back to where she waited, and handed her the clothes. He thought she'd be cute in the outfit he picked, but when she came back out, he was shocked at how beautiful she looked.
"How does it look?" she asked, spinning.
Inuyasha blinked a couple of times and looked to the floor. "Heh. It's... fine."
Kagome smiled at him. She was starting to understand him. "Thanks," she said, turning into the dressing room.
"You should consider buying it," he stated.
She stopped, looked back and smiled at him. "I will."
When she came back out, she didn't put the clothes back on the rack, but took them to the check out line with the rest of the clothes.
Inuyasha smiled to himself, pleased that she was taking his advice. Then he realized that he was starting to like this girl, he liked spending time with her. She made him smile. How could you hate an angel?
The answer was you couldn't.
He followed her out of the store, and they went to eat something in the mall food court.
"So do you know how to ice skate?" Kagome asked. She was eating her sandwich, and she looked at him.
Inuyasha shook his head and cleared his mouth. "No. I've never done it. I never cared to." He shrugged. "Fighting."
"So nothing nice has been in your life, I assume," she stated. "Well, you could start now. I'll help you ice skate."
"Heh," he said, looking away. He guessed he could try to have a good time while they went ice skating, he didn't want to make it miserable for her.
He didn't realize he might actually not have to try.
Kagome stood up and took all the garbage to the trash, and for a minute, Inuyasha was afraid she'd leave him, but then she turned back to the table, walking back smiling.
He was wondering why she was smiling, but he didn't want to ask. She must have seen something that made her smile.
"I'm not trying to be rude," she began when she sat back down, "but where were you, when you went out earlier?"
Inuyasha thought about the cemetery again, his mother. "I... No where." He didn't want to tell her, but, he wanted someone to talk to. Someone who might understand. She lost her father, he lost his mother.
Kagome looked at him sadly. "Why won't you tell me? Are you doing drugs?" she asked. "Maybe a girlfriend?"
"No," he said quickly. "No, I don't do drugs, and I don't have a girlfriend," he told her.
Kagome smiled at him slightly. "I want to share something with you."
****Author's note: hey guys, so sorry for such a long wait, I've been really busy, and stressed, and today I have no school, so I'm posting! I hope you liked this chapter! Thanks for reading and please review!