Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha.
Note: The following story will alternate points of view between Kagome and InuYasha, we will be starting with Kagome.
Age Brackets: Kagome:23, InuYasha:25, Shippo: 3, Rin:3, Sango:23, Bankotsu:24, Sesshomaru:27, Miroku:24.
The included characters in this chapter and any following should be added, more may become.
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.Gas.//puMp./Kiss./
And So Small Worlds Collide
Does she notice my ever growing strong efforts for her affection and realization?
Oh.
But she must.
How I wish she knew that I pay attention, so.
To everything.
I notice that she pay attentions to everything I do in such grave detail.
Which is precisely why this man so in love smirked at the the cute girl behind the counter when she failed to realize that I never actually pump the gas into my gas tank.
How cute the face she made when she realized that herself.
I tried so hard yesterday.
I even changed the
DaiLy RouTinE
I waited on this lovely girl during her
daily white wine outing.
When I never had before.
She looked so shocked.
But didn't really speak.
"Oh I'm in love with you."
Or.
"Please, go on a date with me, heres my digits."
Are just two of the things I'd like to hear from her pretty pink lips.
But this is a man so head over heels for a woman that he goes to the same gas station everyday when its not 100 percent necessary speaking.
And I don't even fucking know the girl.
Is that a sickness I must ask myself?
How.
Gorgeous.
The fair.
Skinned Girl.
I give those smirls, those smiles, when to get her to notice that I'm watching.
That I'm wAtching
With desperate eyes.
So needy for her love.
It's almost like.
If
I
Don't
Get
It.
I will surely
Die.
I want to touch her.
Lick her.
Bite her.
Hold her.
Cuddle her.
Smell her.
But again, that must be the demon in me.
Or is it really love?
Or some sick obsession because I'm so lonely I talk to myself
In the shower.
But I know, I feel this thing.
This spark.
When I meet those pretty deep eyes.
I could get lost in them.
Spark.
My telephone.
I almost forgot I had one.
Its no wonder the ring isn't dusty.
I answer.
"Hello?" I question this mystery caller.
"Hi InuYasha." My best friend greets.
"Oh Miroku, whats up?" I say, now more cheerful as I don't have to lay there and think about that woman I desire.
"Hey, I'm having a small get together tonight and I thought I'd invite my best friend on his night off, ya know, to actually have some fun and enjoy yourself." He asks and informs.
"Well, If I can get a babysitter, I'll be happy to attend besides I haven't seen you in awhile." I respond.
Wow, a night off and I get to have some fun.
How pleasant.
"Sounds good." , "Hopefully I'll see you then."
"Yupp, talk to you later." I finish and hang up.
ClicK.
I don't have many friends, but I cherish the ones I do have.
So trushworthy they are.
When you grow up, and have children. Thats when you truly find out who they are.
True friends.
I remember in high school when we would sit in PE class, and instead of actually participating we'd watch all the girls.
I miss those days, when I wasn't so in love with one girl that I couldn't even think or get excited about any others. Those days were good to me.
I had some free will.
But now I'm in this rut, and for some reason I can't bring myself to do anything
about
it.
Sometimes people must question my manhood because this is quite disgusting if you ask me.
I go about my daily business.
I have now contacted my father and he and my mother are willing to babysit my child of three years of age.
Wow for once in my my busy schedule I get to wear some of my nice clothes.
This is most
amazing.
This party will be certaintly nerve racking, I am so not used to being around my friends.
So many people to catch up with.
The bLIssfulness of friendship is very nice indeed.
I think being in the world of socialism is what keeps the people on this planet up to date with life and how society expects you to act from
day
to
day.
I am now
on my way
to this most exciting event.
How I wonder what people will say to me, how I wonder what they think if me.
This man that they went to high school with.
The billy badass I was.
The vulgar fowl mouthed little shit I was to the authority figures of the school system.
And now, I am but a single father working as a manager of a nice restaurant in town.
Making ends meet for my child, putting her first.
When in school I thought of no one but myself.
I've only seen a few of my classmates in town every so often, but Miroku, he is very social and still hangs with a lot of them regularly.
Oh how I wish he would just grow up and do something with his life.
Partying is now way to live
forever.
I walk into the door, and Miroku instantly speaks.
"Glad to see you could make it!" He smiles, shaking my hand.
I suppose in some ways, more than others, he has grown up since high school.
I'll give him credit, being one year younger. But come on, go to college.
Not that I should be talking much.
But for real.
Do something, get a real job.
His part time job at a clothing store in the local mall doesn't really do him much justice.
"Always glad to see a friend." I smile and respond.
"Say, do you have a lady friend yet?" He asks.
I hate this from him.
"No, Miroku, I'm way to busy to get out there and date." I reply, the same reply every time.
"InuYasha, Rin needs a mother figure, I know your busy, but you must date again." He insists.
"And your talking?" I give him that look, I can be quite the snob.
"I don't have children, as much as I would like to make them." He looks away.
"But you haven't met a serious woman yet...have you?" I smirk.
"Well no."
"Whore."
I just lost my train of thought.
My
words
are lost.
Is this true, can this be.
How my dreams have been answered.
Out of the corner of my
purple eyes
I have caught glimpse of an angel.
It is her, the lovely Miss Kagome.
"Miroku, who is that?" I point to the girl.
"The woman I babysit for, you know, that extra cash I was talking about." He says, almost as if no interest, "I figured she could spare some time from her daily routine and well organized life to get out and meet new people, plus she knows Sango who I very interested in."
Oh.
No.
She looks over and stares, it looks as if her jaw just dropped.
Its like
a
Silent Reflection
Like we are telling each others souls that we are in love and meant to be.
But
no one
knows it.
Not even the two of us.
"Have my most cherished dreams come true?" , "Oh dear lord Jesus Christ, I must be dream, and this deep burning feeling I feel in my soul, I am drawn to him."