Disclaimer: I do not own any Inuyasha characters, just my OCs that might present themselves in later chapters. This disclaimer goes for all chapters of this story.
Chapter 2
~.23 years later.~
"With the new butt master, your butt will as firm as ever!"
A spoonful of frosted sweetness.
"The normal price would add up to be one thousand dollars! But the makers decided to bring down the price to not nine hundred, not seven hundred, but to five low monthly payments of $49.99!" As I watched the old lady flop on the floor claiming to be exercising, I wondered if anyone would even buy this joke of a product. This is is how I'm spending my Saturday. Isolated in my bedroom with only my cat Chico for company. He sat on the corner of my bed lazily swishing his small, fluffy tail around as if he is as bored as I am.
Another spoon of my tasty treat.
Empty tubs of Cold Stone ice-cream lined my night stand, each a different flavor. Right now, I'm working on Rocky Road, finding the chocolate and caramel pieces delicious as they melted on my tongue. Yesterday's menu was Wacdonalds and the day before was filled with a variety of order-in sushi. I know sitting around your house and eating junk for a week isn't the best thing to do after a breakup, but the idea sounded so great when I first thought about it. It's now eight o'clock in the morning and I'm living the dream: Ice-cream for breakfast. I've officially skipped two days of work and my phone has been ringing non-stop; I didn't even attempt to answer. I didn't want to risk seeing his name and his stupid fucking picture radiating on it's screen.
A flash of what had occurred flashed in my head.
Stupid ass hanyou. I shoved another spoonful of ice-cream in my mouth. Stupid, son of a bitch hanyou. Stupid, heart breaking, jack ass hanyou! STUPID MOTHER F-
I stopped mid-thought as searing pain pricked my cranium. Clutching my head, I cringed as more pain crashed down on top of me, making me drop the tub.
"crap!" I croaked. It's happening again. The sound of a heart beat rumbled throughout my room causing furniture to shake. My lamp slipped off my dresser and smashed into multiple porcelain pieces. I heard the scurrying of my cat as he flew under my bed. The drumming got louder as the pain grew. Quickly I place my left thumb on the roof of my mouth and the pain started to subside along with the heartbeat. Slowly, but surely the brutal pulsing reduced to a mere ache and I took my thumb out of my mouth.
That was the third one today. Grabbing my tub of ice-cream and spoon, I continued my eating the delectable goodness.
Brain freezes are a bitch.
Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about- I ruffled my already messing hair.
"UUUUHHHHHH! WHY CAN'T I GET HIS DAMN SMUG ASS FACE OUT OF MY HEAD?!" Chico flicked his head over to stare at me with wide eyes before returning them to their normal size. He mewed cutely, got up, and walked over to me, snuggling next to my thigh as if asking if I was okay. Sighing, I smiled warmly at my adorable kitten before softly petting down the fur on his tiny head. We just recently bonded seeing as I just got him a few months ago. Just thinking about how I received the cat, made me think of him again. I grimaced. He had gotten me Chico for my birthday, remembering when I told him about how much i missed seeing Buoyo, her fat cat still living with her mother, lazily walking around the house and nuzzling her feet as she sat at her desk, doing her homework. But Why?
Why was he being so nice to me if he was only hating me the whole time? I stopped petting Chico and quickly slid underneath he dark blue cloud covers. Chico mewed in alarm before standing and began nudging the large lump under the blankets.
I'm not going to cry. I promised myself I wouldn't cry. The last time I let a tear fall down my cheek was when I was six and baby Souta knocked my strawberry pocky onto the playground floor. I wasn't going to break my streak just because that jerk decided to be... well... a jerk. It's been a week since I last saw him. No matter how much I want to hate his guts, I still love him. Not only is he my first love, but to top it off we dated for three years. And I know that this is cliche, but I thought we would last forever...
Ugghhh I sound like cheesy romance movie.
A sudden ringtone sounded, muffled by the covers. It was Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. It wasn't his. A feeling of guilt struck me for the tenth time today. I know I should answer, but I was afraid of the pity I would hear once I told her what happened.
'I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Galileo) Galileo.
(Galileo) Galileo,
Galileo Figaro
Magnifico.
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstro-'
It stopped and I sighed in relief. My phone dinged with the notification of a new voice mail. I'm sure that I'm bordering on 30 now. My relief didn't last long as Queen began singing again.
Guilt crashed down me harder. She came over multiple times during this past week, banging on the door and calling my name. I'm a horrible friend...
(Galileo) Galileo.
(Galileo) Galileo,
Galileo-' "OKAY!" I shot out of the covers causing Chico to scramble to the ground and hide under the bed again. Poor cat. Searching through the fluffiness, I finally found it under one of my many...many pillows.
"Hello?"
"Help me..." My eyes widened
"Sango?"
"Help."
"Sango, what's wro-" I was cut off by a click followed by a dial tone
I threw the phone back onto the bed as I grabbed my jacket and slipped on my slippers.
"Hold on Sango!"
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