Chapter 7
Kagome was a hormonal train wreck.
'Mr. Takahashi and Mrs. Takahashi.'
The daunting reminder awoke her from her sleep, her eyes puffy and sore and her sheets cool and dry with absolutely no sign of the thick arousal she had gotten used to waking up to. After only a few of moments of lying in bed awake, Kagome was buried deep into her pillow, a new set of sobs racking her body and seeping through her cotton pillowcase. She waited until her cries were under control before she sulked downstairs to the kitchen where her mother was cooking breakfast. Kagome informed her that she would be staying home from school and, with one look at her daughter's swollen eyes and blotchy face, Mrs. Higurashi nodded her head, not daring to question Kagome's health. Kagome spent the rest of the day in bed, crying until she dozed off and then continuing to cry once she woke up.
She felt pathetic.
'Of course, the first thing I get excited about in all my teenage years and I can't even have it.'
Kagome sighed miserably as she imagined Inuyasha and his stupid wife.
It was a bad day.
Wednesday morning, Kagome awoke feeling just as desolate as the day before but she knew she had to drag herself to school.
'Whether he's married or not, I am not missing out on my first one-on-one session with him.'
At this thought, a very faint tingle from beneath her underwear caught Kagome's attention. She smiled wearily.
'Depressed or not, he's still a babe.'
The after school one-on-one history tutorial with Mr. Takahashi did not go as Kagome had originally anticipated. For starters, it was not one-on-one. A student who had been absent from several classes due to a sinus infection joined the tutorial in order to catch up on the work he had missed. His constant sniffling and nose blowing made it clear that he would have been better off staying at home. Kagome was also disappointed to see that Mr. Takahashi had been in a sour mood the entire day. Earlier, during class, he arrived late but made no excuses for his tardiness. He didn't complain about the traffic or pedestrians that got in the way of traffic like he usually did and, when asked what was the matter by a girl in the back row, he replied with a cold "Don't ask" and the subject was dropped. Kagome spent the hour long after school history special re-learning dates she had to pretend she didn't learn in the first place all while trying to ignore the snotty nosed boy that sat next to her. Mr. Takahashi didn't look at her once.
It was another bad day.
Once the hour was up, Mr. Takahashi hardly gave his two students a goodbye and was on his cellphone and out the door faster than Kagome had a chance to blink. She slowly left the school, her text books tightly pressed against her chest, and started to make her way home. Kagome had bitten down on her tongue the entire walk, telling herself she was not allowed to start crying until she was in the safety of her own bedroom.
"Kagome? Is that you?"
"Yeah mama, I'm going up to my room."
"Wait Kagome, there's-"
"Can't hear you, mama!"
Kagome bolted up the stairs to her room, her tears unable to be contained any longer. She pushed open her bedroom door, eager to throw her heartbroken body on the bed and cry herself into exhaustion. A young woman sitting on her bed, waiting for her, stopped Kagome's dramatic plans.
"Kagome? Are you alright?"
The sound of the young woman's voice catalyzed Kagome's crying process.
"S-Sango!"
She stuck with her initial plan of throwing herself onto the bed, but aimed for her friend's lap. She buried her head in Sango's jeans, her tears wasting no time in wetting the coarse material.
"Sweetheart, what is it?"
Sango and Kagome had first met ten years ago at a neighbourhood barbeque. Sango's family, which included her parents, her younger brother Kohaku, and herself, were new to Tokyo and Mrs. Higurashi took it upon herself to show them around and make them feel welcome. A couple of years later, they moved to a new home but the two families were still very close and got together every month for board game night since the move. Sango was two years older than Kagome and her idol. She saw her as more athletic, intelligent, humorous, and overall exciting than Kagome ever hoped to be and sometimes wished that she could switch lives with her sister figure, just for one day. After expressing her fondness for her during one board game night, Sango smacked Kagome across the head and told her to stop being so dramatic.
"Your life is plenty exciting, Kagome."
"How so? Name one thing that is exciting about it."
Sango had hesitated, not anticipating Kagome to ask for specifics.
"Well…you have really nice boobs."
"That doesn't make my life exciting, Sango, it makes me a candidate for back problems."
Kagome sighed into her friend's lap at the memory. If even her closest friend couldn't think of something worthwhile in Kagome's life, surely that meant there was nothing. That is, until Inuyasha came along. Kagome sat up from Sango's lap, the brunt of her crying session over.
"I want something I can't have, Sango."
Sango tilted her head to the side as she wiped her friend's tears away.
"And what is that?"
"It's a man."
"A man you can't have?"
Sango pulled back, her brows furrowed.
"With those tits, you can have any man you want, Kagome."
Sango said, pointedly looking at her friend's chest. Kagome crossed her arms.
"Besides, aren't you still dating No-O-Jo?"
Kagome's face reddened. Sango was the only person Kagome had ever confided to about the lack of passion in her sex life and, after hearing about Hojo's sexual inabilities, Sango had rightfully given him the nickname No-Orgasm-Hojo. No-O-Jo for short.
"His name is Hojo, Sango."
"That's what I said."
"No it isn't."
"Anyway, you were saying?"
Kagome's shoulder's dropped.
"I want a man I can't have."
"And why can't you have him, other than because of the inexperienced adolescent boy holding you back?"
"So you agree that I need to date someone older?"
"The man you want is older than you?"
"Irrelevant."
"How much older?"
"More than five, less than ten."
"Harder to wheel but not impossible. So is his age the big problem here?"
Kagome shook her head. Inuyasha's age had never seemed like an obstacle to her. She figured he was twenty four, twenty six at the most, and Kagome considered her maturity level to be that of a twenty two year old. In her mind, it was justified.
"No, that's not it. He's not available."
"Physically, emotionally, geographically, or romantically unavailable?"
"Romantically, which therefore makes him physically and emotionally unavailable as well."
"Serious commitment?"
Kagome didn't answer right away. She knew that Sango wouldn't approve of her pining after a married man; her sisterly feelings towards the younger girl wouldn't allow it.
"Somewhat serious…"
"Has he shown any interest in you?"
Kagome's lull in the conversation faded as she remembered the sexy smirk Inuyasha had given to her on more than one occasion.
"In my opinion, definitely."
"I think you have a valid opinion."
"Then definitely."
"So he's an older man who has made it clear that he's interested in you but his girlfriend is obviously in the way."
"Right."
Sango's expression turned serious.
"Do you really like this guy, Kagome?"
Kagome felt her bones turn to jelly at the thought of her history teacher.
"Oh Gods, Sango. More than I have ever liked any person or inanimate object before."
Sango flashed Kagome a wide grin.
"Then go for it, girl."
"You think?"
"For sure. This could be that excitement in your life you've been missing. Take the leap, you never know what could happen."
The constant ache that Kagome had felt since she had discovered there was a Mrs. to her Mr. was now gone and in its place, Kagome felt hope. She threw her arms around Sango, who laughed at her friend's giddiness.
"Thank you, Sango!"
"You won't be thanking me when you have an angry girlfriend after you for hitting on her man but you're welcome, Kagome. Just so I know, what is the name of this taken older man that has you all riled up, anyway?"
Kagome's grin stretched from ear to ear.
"His name is Inuyasha."
