You're like Jason, Mike Myers, Carrie and Freddy
But I don't want to run away
I want to go steady
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I Love You So Much
It's Scary
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"Why the hell did I want this again? This can't be right," Inuyasha whispered miserably under his breath as he frowned and fidgeted anxiously whilst he looked at himself in the mirror. He'd avoided most of what she picked out because he couldn't figure out what the hell was plastered on it or didn't know how to even put it on. As he looked down at himself one thought echoed in his mind.
Is this ...was this really what human men wore in her era? Is this what Kagome wanted him to wear?! She'd picked it out after all and taking Sota's advice he hadn't fought with her about it. Though now he really wished he had.
It seemed really...tight...for lack of a better term. Sure, people didn't fight all the time anymore but damn...he felt...well down right naked and exposed after living his whole life in billowing robes. The shirt's color wasn't that bad. He'd never considered wearing black before and yeah the blue color of the pants wasn't terrible but...red was definitely his color and damn, he looked so...so skinny it was almost gross. Where the hell was all that muscle he knew he had?! It vanished beneath this nasty smelling, thin, itchy material and instead of looking manly, all he saw in the mirror was a twig.
Taking a step back, he glanced up at his face for a moment and fell into the trap so many of us have found ourselves in when presented with a full size mirror in an overly bright stall that crooned a soft yet silent let's play a game. A game the world's most unflattering lighting and our own general insecurities from trying on new clothes liked to call 'dear god is that what I really look like'. It is a little acknowledged fact that you never feel more unattractive than in a dressing room. It's a sales gimmick to be sure because the second you try one something that doesn't make you look like ass in that light, you bet your buns you're gunna buy it to boost your confidence because damn son, if it looked good in there it's got to look better in actual sunlight.
Walking up to the mirror, he stared at his face for a moment and grimaced at the small imperfections he'd never even realized he possessed. There were small circles under his eyes, a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose, dozens of very faint nearly invisible scars littered his cheeks, one of his eyes was slightly bigger than the other and..and...
His strange looking eyes of course managed to travel up to his ears...his unnatural, altogether inhuman looking dog ears - which did actually look more cat like than anything now that he'd finally got an honest look at them. Twitching them slightly, his heart fell to the bottom of his stomach at how gross and veiny they looked when they moved. No wonder people always brought them up. They were almost impossible to miss and his unruly hair and those circles and...and... oh gawd.
The clothes suddenly feeling like the least of his problems, he bit his lip for a moment as he glared dejectedly at the offending appendages and those other flaws now screaming at him. Shaking his head slightly as though to throw those thoughts from his mind, Inuyasha quickly began peeling the tight fitting black shirt off when he heard a light knock and Kagome's soft voice.
"Hey if you like them, why don't you wear them out? Just take the tags off and I'll pay for them real quick."
Oh god no.
Swallowing thickly, Inuyasha undid the lock and tried to strike a confident pose as he held out the fire rat robes with one hand. As Kagome took a good long look at him, his false confidence faltered and it became increasingly harder to keep a cocky look on his face when her gaze lingered across his stomach a little longer than he'd like. Holy shit, the urge to cover himself up was awe inspiring. Glancing down at his shirt to see if something was there, he sighed before - on his way back up - he met Kagome's eyes and paled visibly. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the look she was giving him honestly and while it didn't make him self-conscious, it served to make him very uncomfortable in ways he had never really felt before but a way that did make him want to reach out and pull her face to his own just to validate that maybe, just maybe, she still somehow found him attractive. She used to right? At least he'd thought she did. They were...they were engaged, right? But that had been before...before he'd actually looked at himself under that stark lighting. All thoughts that he might be okay looking - at the very least - had been purged from his mind in the last five minutes.
Not entirely sure what to do, he squirmed uneasily under her gaze that had a hint of something he couldn't identify as a light dusting of pink gracing his cheeks. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out how to hold himself as she appraised him with a thoughtful expression before she met his gaze and gave him a look that clearly said she didn't mind what she saw.
"Oh yes, we're definitely buying that," Kagome crooned as she took a step forward and ran her hand down his chest all the way to his lower stomach - earning a shuddering gasp of surprise from the hanyou before she grabbed his hand and pulled, "You'll probably need a jacket too though. Come on. You can wear that out and then we need to run home or we'll be late."
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"Come on Hana, we're going to be late," a short haired girl with spiked brown hair huffed exasperatedly as she tried to balance boxes of decorations in her arms, "Our reservation starts at 6:30 and people will start showing up at eight!"
"They're not going to kick us out if we don't get there right at 6:30," a ebony haired girl groaned as she adjusted the heavy backpack and trudged forward, "Besides, I don't understand why the boys couldn't do this."
"They're bringing our costumes and the coolers," the spiky haired girl clipped back as she rolled her eyes, "Would you rather get caught sneaking alcohol?"
"No Niko," the ebony haired girl huffed dourly as she too rolled her eyes and came to stand beside her friend. Wrinkling her nose, she stamped one foot against the grimy floor and grimaced when it made a distinct sticky sound, "Just meant this stuff is heavy is all. Besides this station is always so gross."
Niko couldn't really argue with her there. The platform looked like a murder scene before a crime. There was no-one else on the platform but them right now, and since they weren't the killing type Niko snorted and sarcastically yet silently guessed that would make them Jane Does if something were to happen. Staring down into the black tunnel, willing those red lights to blink back at them, growing closer, announcing that at least they were on their way, she sighed. It was already six and despite Hana's assurances that they wouldn't lose their reservation, anxiety still coursed through her veins. This was the first party she'd ever hosted and half of their year had promised to come. Still, the quiet was unnerving and this part of the city wasn't altogether safe. Chewing the inside of her lip and balancing the boxes awkwardly in one arm, she held hand out to feel for the movement of air that came as the train pushes it along, but there was nothing. Nothing but the dirty grey floor and the worn yellow band under her shoes.
"Making faces and sighing won't make the train come any faster," Hana snorted as she gave her friend a knowing look, "Like I said, we're not going to lose our reservation if we don't get there right at 6:30."
"Just wish the train would hurry up," Niko groaned before adrenaline flooded through her unexpectedly and she turned abruptly to stare at the empty platform behind them, "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Hana asked as she followed her friends gaze and crinkled her brow, "I didn't hear anything."
There was still nothing in the station except the grey above, grey below and a tunnel of black. The air is just as stale and surprisingly the litter remains, only now it is as stationary as the old train that sits with its doors open. Sure, it was a nasty station but it was clear they were alone except the nasty all too familiar smell, urine maybe, human definitely.
"It's nothing," the spiky hair girl mumbled as the whooshing sound of the train began barreling towards them, "Must've imagined it."
"You really need to work on your anxiety," the ebony haired girl snorted, "No ones here but us."
"If you say so," Niko muttered in a tone that sounded entirely unconvinced, "Could've sworn I heard something."
Little did they know, something was watching them. Multiple somethings as a matter of fact. Trying to determine how big of a feast they would be having that night.