Rewritten: 10/19/10
In all his glory, there he was standing before her with a familiar smirk and the same, passionate topaz eyes. He was so familiar, so ruggedly handsome, it hurt.
A series of different emotions swarmed her and her mind clustered with an abundance of thoughts, memories. She didn't know what she was feeling, hell, she didn't know how she should feel. Bitterness, resentment, longing, and the undeniable feeling of...something overcame her.
"Long time no see." He stuffed his large hands in his pockets.
Even that old habit stabbed at Kagome, reminding her of how often he use to do it when he was nervous.
Nervous, so he was feeling nervous?
Kagome remained silent, her feet nailed to the floor as her mind continued to spin in circles.
Inuyasha.
His eyes surveyed every move she made, which wasn't much. She was in too much shock to move.
Run, a part of her whispered incessantly. Hurry, run, run as fast as you can and never look back. This was the part of her that he abandoned, the part of her that still felt something more than distaste for him. The cowardly naive girl in her. Another part, a larger part wailed in rage, ready to pounce. The part of her created the day he threw her away like a disgusting, used condom. It was the hardened shell that formed around her heart with his harshness. The part of her that didn't feel anything more for him than indescribable fury, the part of her that wanted to unleash her wrath and make him feel all the pain she endured because of his negligence. Stay, stay and attack, it murmured vehemently, battling with her softer side. Her weaker self.
Her head was beginning to ache, her palms already starting to sweat with nervousness.
No, she would stay. No more running, no more.
He continued observing her, the silence gnawing at him.
Her cognac eyes, previously lit up with laughter, lost its warmth as she took in his entire entity. "Inuyasha." She regarded him with cold eyes, her tone apathetic.
Rin who watched the entire exchange visibly winced at her friends crisp tone. Even Sesshomaru winced-inwardly of course. The tiny woman latched onto her husband's arm, clearing her throat with a solicitous smile."Uh, we're gonna go mingle with some other people. We'll.. uh.. catch up with you later okay Kags?" Hesitantly, Rin pulled her husband away. It seemed their presence were already forgotten even before they bid their goodbyes.
Absentmindedly, Kagome realized that Rin and Sesshomaru were leaving. Did they feel awkward with the turn of events? Was her stony indifference too much to handle for them? "Sweet little Kagome" reduced to a frosty ice queen?
In the midst of her thoughts, Kagome didn't realize that he was steadily getting closer until it was too late.
Barely containing a gasp as she suddenly found herself against a defined chest with strong arms wrapped around her.
He nuzzled the crown of her head. "I missed you Kagome."
Red hot fury sizzled around her. Who the hell did he think he was? A turbulence of emotions whizzed in her again. Yearning and severe anger fighting for dominance. She shoved him away ferociously, fiercely glaring into his golden orbs. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Anger, rage that was what she was suppose to be feeling. Yet in that short moment of being enveloped in his embrace and the intensity of his confession, the vulnerability of his gaze made her forget about her ire temporarily, and that sent her into a panic. Why, why did he still have this effect on her?
He flinched at her enmity and the furious blazing in her eyes. She hated him, and that thought alone made him sick. When did she start cursing?
Distantly, he recalled past times when she chastised his crude language.
"Fucking, bitchass, motherfucking, son of a bi-"
"INUYASHA!" She shrieked, smacking him with her eyes wide."Just 'cause you weren't paying attention and walked straight into a door doesn't mean you have to curse like sailor!"
He pressed her flush against him, hugging her from behind. "I can curse as many damn times I fucki-"
She smacked him again, cutting him off from his ranting, and he chuckled at her red cheeks. She was so cute.
"Stop it!"
His gaze challenged her. "Make me."
She stilled in his arms for a few minutes before swiftly twisting to face him. Her arms crossed as she spoke, "If you keep up with that pottymouth of yours, I'll never let you kiss me again." Her eyes twinkled as his jaw dropped slightly.
Then, his cocky smirk returned. "As if you could resist me." He boasted with a flirtatious wink.
She raised a brow. "Oh yeah?"
He nodded, his face leaning into hers to steal a kiss, but all he met was air.
Blinking, he watched as she ran, tittering with laughter. "HEY!"
His lips curled into a smile at the memory, she always threatened him with no kisses, and eventually his crudeness did reduce. After the nostalgia washed away, he found his lips curving down into a frown. "Don't curse, it doesn't suit you."
Her petite body shook from rage and for a moment, he thought she would slap him. And he wouldn't mind if she did. He deserved it.
But just as her hand raised, it fell, balling into a fist while the other hand remained hanging limply at her side. The fire in her tawny eyes evaporated, leaving only the frosty stare she regarded him with earlier. The phlegmatic coolness shook him to the core. Anger, rage, he could deal with...atleast more-so than icy stoicism.
"I try not to waste my time, therefore, I don't want to be around someone of no importance when I could be catching up with those who are worth my time." Her eyes remained steely. "It was nice seeing you again though." And he noticeably shivered at her humorless smile.
Then, she spun on her heels without another glance.
Inuyasha stayed rooted to his spot, his arms heavy with the reminder of holding her again, after so long. His ears dropped, watching her retreating form. She hates me. She isn't mine anymore.
He wanted to follow her, grab her then run away, with her tucked into his arms. But would good would that do when she hated him now? She'd probably spit at him if he got too close again. And he'd happily let her.
Behind the uncaring facade and the ferocity of her ire, he knew she was desperately distressed, in pain because of him. He'd never wanted that for her, she deserved better, but he was a coward. And selfish.
A selfish coward.
He broke the only girl he ever romantically declared his love for. He was a fool.
Kagome.
