Famous Love
Chapter 7: Running Away From The Press
Previously:
"Let's not talk about it." She said as she pulled away from him and got back in her position, slipping her arm through his and resting her head against his arm and closing her eyes. He smiled down at her. "Inuyasha...there's something I wanna ask you."
"Ask away."
"At the concert, who were those songs about?"
Now:
Inuyasha was surprised by that question. "I'm hungry. You want anything to eat?" He said as he got up letting Kagome's arm slip from him and speed walking to the kitchen. Kagome looked after him puzzled then she realized that he had blocked her question. "Inuyasha!" She yelled after him and walked into the kitchen after him. "You completely blocked my question!"
He hummed a song of his as he looked through the fridge and the cabinets as if he was looking for something to eat. "Inuyasha!" Kagome yelled frustrated but Inuyasha kept on humming. "INUYASHA!" Inuyasha dropped a glass cup and looked up at Kagome. "Who was the songs about?" She asked again. He scratched the back of his head as if he was thinking then put a cheepishly grin on his face. "No one important. You hungry? Thirsty maybe?" He said as he looked through the fridge again.
Kagome sighed. "Inuyasha..."
"Want juice?"
"Tell me the truth."
"Punch?"
"Inuyasha..." she warned.
"Soda?"
"INUYASHA!" She yelled irritated. "Why do you keep blocking my question!" He looked away from her and eyes darted around the room thinking of something to tell her. She had to ask me, he thought, just my luck. Think Inuyasha, think, what can you say? I got nothing. He mentally sighed. Then he looked at Kagome and saw her fuming and got a little scared. "Inuyasha.." She said as she impatiently tapped her nails on the counter. A cheepish grin spread across his lips. "Like I said, no one important. You sure you want anything?"
She sighed. "Fine." I'm gonna let this one slide..but next time I ask he better give me an answer! She thought. Inuyasha mentally sighed. Thank god! I hope she doesn't ask me again. He thought. "Since you're so hungry," Kagome started, "Why don't we go out?" Inuyasha looked at her, an innocent feature on his face. "What did you have in mind?" She shrugged. "Don't know. Pizza?"
Kagome laughed. "Are you serious? What did you say?"
"What do you think? I told him to fuck off." He said chuckling. Kagome laughed harder. "Oh my god. You and Miroku have a weird friendship." He huffed. "So do you and Sango."
"We do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do NOT!"
"Do TOO!"
She glared at him for a while before giggling. He stared at her confused. "What's so funny?" She shook her head still giggling. "Nothing. Just that we're arguing and everyone's looking us." She said referring to the people in the Pizza Parlor. Inuyasha looked around and surely enough everyone including the waiters were looking at them. He scratched the back of his head cheepishly. "Maybe we should go." Kagome nodded still giggling. She left the money in the table before walking out of the Pizza Parlor.
Inuyasha sighed. "Oh come on, Yasha. You get nervous when strangers stare at you but you don't get nervous when you're on stage?" He huffed. "I wasn't nervous. I just don't like some people staring at me. Concerts are different." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? How so?"
"They have to look at me 'cause it's my concert but these people chose to look and that's just plain weird." Kagome giggled. "I find it funny. It's funny when people start looking at you weird. I feel kinda special when they do that." Inuyasha shook his head at her. "I don't get you."
She shrugged. "Most people don't. That's what makes me one of a kind!" She said throwing her fist in the air. That act caused Inuyasha to laugh. "Your weird." Kagome looked at him narrowing her eyes at him. "Well look who's talking mister-i'm-so-tough." She said poking his chest. Inuyasha opened his mouth to protest but he heard a group of people calling his name. He groaned knowing who it was. "Let's run." He said as he grabbed her hand and started running.
"Wha...? Inuyasha!" She yelled as he regained her balance and started running after him. She looked down at their hands and blushed. He's been holding my hand a lot lately. "It's the damn press." He said growling as he looked back and saw the press running after them taking pictures. He growled again as he looked forward and continued to run faster.
Kagome started panting. He was running too fast! "Inuyasha..do you think you can slow down a bit?" She asked. He looked back at her and saw her panting. He totally forgot that since he's a hanyou he can run faster and obviously he was running to fast for her. He swiftly picked her up bridal style causing an 'eep' from her as he kept running.
She stared at him and her eyes traveled down to his lips as a growl formed. She suddenly found herself daydreaming about kissing them. Wait..what is this? Why am I thinking about kissing Inuyasha? Her eyes widened. Could it be that I'm starting to have feelings for Inuyasha? She shook her head fast. No way! No way! I couldn't stand him and now I'm starting to like him. She shook her head fast again. No! But does he- Her thoughts were interrupted when Inuyasha spoke.
"You okay?"
"Huh?"
"You were shaking your head. You okay?" He asked holding back a growl as his ears picked up what the reporters that were chasing them were saying. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Don't you think they can ever get enough?" She asked as she looked over his shoulder at the swerm of paparazzi's chasing after them. "They just want some stories so they can get money." He growled. "Can't give us some damn privacy. Hold on tight. I'm gonna jump." She nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck tight and closed her eyes as he jumped.
She opened her eyes and saw that he was standing on top of a big truck. She looked up and saw a bridge. He must've jumped from that bridge. She looked at him. "What would've happened if this truck wasn't there?" He shrugged. "I'd jump on one. Keep holding on." He said as he jumped from truck to truck until they got to his house. He put her down and they went inside his house.
