Chapter 2:Again
He had done it…again.
Inuyasha had left to go meet with Kikyo. What they did while alone, Kagome did not even want to think about. Inuyasha had simply stopped in a clearing and said "This is good enough" and took off. Everyone knew where he was going, even if they were stupid, the soul skimmers floating in the distance would have been hard to miss.
And so Kagome was left, standing at the edge of the clearing, barely catching his words as the hanyou raced off toward the soul skimmers and her incarnation. She stood there with the deck of cards in her hand, fists tight around the box making her knuckles white. Slipping her backpack off, she put on her best smile, which failed to reach her eyes, and asked if it'd be alright if she took a walk for a bit. Not waiting for an answer Kagome turned around and ran in the opposite direction of Inuyasha and Kikyo.
When her legs finally gave out and she could no longer breathe Kagome came to an unceremonious, crashing halt on the forest floor. She gasped and waited for tears to fill her eyes and run down her face. For some reason they refused to come. She knew she needed to cry, it was her way of coping. It was one of her only outlets. Kagome was not an especially emotional person, she simply could not control her tear ducts. If she did cry for stupid reasons it was probably because she could do nothing else, but her tears were seldom attached to her emotions—at least not in the way most people would think.
So it came as an extreme shock when they refused to function for her that day especially considering the circumstances. But she did not question it much. She heard running water and made her way out of the forest toward the stream she heard. Looking down she realized she still held the cards in her hands.
Glancing up at the sky she noticed that the moon had gotten fuller. Holding her hand in front of her face, as though to measure the strength of the light, she quickly seated herself upon a large, flat rock on the water's edge and opened the deck of cards.
She shuffled them a few times before dealing. 7 rows, each with one more card that the previous. Her hands moved smoothly almost of their own accord. And she allowed them to. Playing solitaire required minimal thought. It allowed her body to perform a task while allowing her brain to remain blank. It was her own little form of meditation.
So until quite late into the night Kagome remained perched on her stone outcrop. She took her game quite seriously, taking long periods of time to contemplate her next move. It was a rather curious sight. A little human alone in the middle of the night, sitting out in the open, seemingly engrossed with moving little pieces of paper, and clearly unaware of her surroundings—an easy target for any rogue demon.
At least that's what the particular demon who had chanced upon her was thinking.
Typical? Predictable? Too bad, I can't do much better right now. I'll do a whoooole bunch of editing in the summer when school's out and I don't have to worry about AP tests and SAT subject tests.
Is there too much narration? Too little dialogue? Feedback would be great. Thanks.
I do have a point to all this, promise.
