Hey ppl! I…am...so…sorry for the wait! I have justified reasons for my absence and they are the following: a) the usual being busy with university and everything. Since I'm only starting the teachers think I'll learn better if they pile a whole load of work for me to get through; b) I had a serious eye problem, an ulcer on my cornea, which meant no pc, no TV, no school and nothing that might put a strain on my eye. Damn contact lenses, now I have to use my stupid glasses for at least a month; c) my time on the computer is limited given my condition. Sorry about that.
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Chapter 10: The Date
Nanae stormed out of art room, stuffing her art book into her bag and growling furiously when it refused to get inside. As she rammed it again and again, trying to force it in, it flew from her hands and fell upon the floor, landing in such a way that it ended up open and face down with the pages crinkled beneath its weight. Nanae grinded her teeth and forced herself to take it easy, picking up the art book and attempting in vain to smooth out the bent pages, but she got so frustrated that she just shoved it into her bag and stomped off.
She was so, very angry! And to think that she was considered an extremely tolerant person! If she was ever going to start a black list (which she felt would be very soon) Sesshoumaru would be number one on her dark list of people to murder. This was already her second week at high school and by this time she had fully expected to have the art project at least a quarter of the way done, but Sesshoumaru was making it tremendously difficult for her. Not only did he refuse to share his thoughts and opinions when it came to discussing topics of the Renaissance in order to answer the questions, she also felt that he was mocking her by staring at her with those eyes that scrutinised her every move, that studied the words coming out of her mouth and so forth, and of course, she was not one to handle such attentions. They hadn't even answered the first question; 'What was, in essence, the Renaissance?'
They had spent an entire hour of the art lesson getting riled, and in Sesshoumaru's case, bored stiff. He had assisted her in absolutely nothing save for transforming her mood into that of a dog with rabies. He did nothing but insult her at every opportunity and every time she wanted to get started on the first question he would look at her coldly and make it perfectly clear he that he wouldn't cooperate with her, a human, uttering the word as if it tasted bad. Nanae had gotten so irked at this point and was even thankful when class ended, something she had never felt before during an art lesson.
And here she was, pushing through the crowd to get to the cafeteria. She recalled Ms Saikawa's words, 'I hope you've taken advantage of the time I had given you to work on your projects. However, next week I want you to continue in your homes because I have various topics I want to get through before the end of term. Remember, I want these projects typed with original examples by your own hand and the deadline is in exactly two months. Two months, is that clear?'
Thinking back on these words made Nanae feel all the more angry at Sesshoumaru, if he had made it easier for her to get the project started at least, and then maybe they wouldn't need to leave the rest for completing in each other's houses. But no, he had to keep staring at her and insulting her and ridiculing her humanity instead of behaving like any normal person would and involving himself in the project by contributing with some answers.
How can someone so damn hot be so hateful?
Nanae almost froze in her tracks at this line of thought. Slowly, she continued to shove her way along the corridor. She blinked a few times as if that would help, and then let out a dry laugh, trying to reason with her own thoughts.
Well, duh, of course I think he's hot. Who wouldn't think so? Any girl would dream of being in my position…but I'm not any girl. He's a hateful, selfish, arrogant son of a bitch that seems intent on having me fail the only subject in the world that I enjoy, making me hate it. And he's beginning to succeed. So yeah, okay I admit that he's smokin' but that doesn't mean I'm going to fall head over heals for him because I value personality above all things. And he does NOT have personality.
Another annoying little voice popped in. People who value personality over looks are usually ugly. Nanae ignored it and carried on with her inner reflections.
Why oh why did I have to get paired up with him? What kind of god would do that to me? I hate the way he stares at me as if I were a piece of doggy doo on the ground, making me feel all squirmy and horrible. Plus, his eye colour doesn't exactly help, they freakin' give me the creeps!
The annoying voice interrupted. Ah, but you still think he's hot. Nanae was getting fed up of this little truth. I thought I'd already been through that. He's attractive, but I'm not attractED. End of conversation, er... thought…whatever.
The small voice sighed. Yeah, well…he has a girlfriend anyway.
Nanae almost groaned out loud. My God, I'm turning into Makis!
She reached the doors of the cafeteria and went to buy her lunch, walking towards the seat that Kyouji had saved for her.
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Inuyasha slammed his locker door shut, ignoring the rumblings of his stomach.
"Did you say something?"
Inuyasha looked at Miroku who was taking out a maths textbook. "Huh?"
The hanyou's stomach growled again, and this time Miroku located it. "Ah." he grinned. Inuyasha rolled his eyes and urged his friend to hurry up before the cafeteria ran out of French fries. Miroku smiled but maintained his calm, undisturbed pace, knowing that it would prove to further irritate Inuyasha.
He was right, for after two minutes of impatiently tapping his foot Inuyasha gave up and decided to head to the cafeteria alone but as he turned around to leave he unintentionally collided into a poor unsuspecting student who was hurrying along clutching a pile of papers. The girl crashed to the floor and the papers went flying everywhere.
"Ah, shit." Inuyasha muttered, and feeling Miroku's eyes on him he offered a hand to her. He personally would have left her there to her own devices but Miroku was deeply religious and believed in aiding fellow man and the sort and Inuyasha would rather use up a little of his time helping whoever it was in distress (only if Miroku was around that is) and spend less time being forced to listen to one of Miroku's extensive lectures and preachings about his philosophy of good.
The girl stared at the hand and then at the person it belonged to. She gasped. "You again?"
Inuyasha gawped at her before quickly placing a look of dislike upon his face. "Keh! Well whaddya know."
Now he recognised her, she was the same girl from the launderette, the one who had the really powerful lungs. To think that she studied in the same school was too much of a coincidence for Inuyasha to even consider.
"Aren't you going to help me up?"
Inuyasha stared at her. "What?"
The girl sighed impatiently. "I said, aren't you going to help me up?" she repeated. Inuyasha looked a little strange for a minute and then he burst out laughing, paying no attention to the girl's poisonous glare and the shaking of Miroku's head.
"You …want me…to help you up!" he gasped and he fell about laughing again. Miroku watched on disapprovingly.
The raven haired girl huffed and raised herself into a better sitting position and began to gather her papers.
"You demons are all the same." She snapped. Inuyasha stopped laughing almost immediately. He narrowed his eyes at her.
"What did you say?" he asked dangerously. The girl raised her chin defiantly.
"You demons are all the same! Selfish, arrogant, rude… the list goes on pal!"
Inuyasha ground his teeth in anger. Pointing a finger at her he hissed, "Not all of us demons are like that, wench, so just get yer head outta yer ass and maybe you'll see the difference!"
The girl gasped and clutched her papers tightly, "How dare you…!"
At that precise moment, Miroku decided to intervene and he directed himself to Inuyasha.
"Inuyasha, you're a hanyou, remember."
The girl began to rant and rave, "…Exactly what I thought, the rudeness of some demons…absolutely unbelievable…"
Inuyasha felt both confused and angry as he looked from the girl sitting on the floor, to Miroku who was reminding him of his being a half breed.
"…I don't know why you feel so connected to demons when you're only half demon yourself, you're the one always speaking against them and everything…"
"…Don't care about helping anyone, it's like they don't have hearts, always insulting everyone inferior to them, that's what demons do, they get kicks out of knocking us humans to the ground and it doesn't stop there, noooo…"
Inuyasha felt so unbelievably frustrated at that point that he threw up his hands.
"GAAAAH!"
Turning to Miroku he pointed a finger at his face. "I know I'm a hanyou! Shut up!"
And whirling to the girl he let out an angry growl and took a step forward. "And I'll fuckin' help you up if that will keep yer mouth SHUT!
The girl pointedly refused his help, turning her head firmly away. "No thank you!"
Inuyasha stared at her, and very slowly his face began to darken with rage. "But…" He growled, his teeth gritted, "…You just said that you wanted me to help you up."
The girl kept her head in the same position. "I know, and now I don't want your help, thank you very much!"
Inuyasha let out a strangled cry and grabbed her arm. "I'M HELPING YOU UP DAMNIT!"
"AND I SAID NO!"
She tried to pull away but Inuyasha's grip was unyielding and he hoisted her up roughly despite her struggles to get free.
"Let go of me!" she cried and suddenly the air around them was filled with a hair raising sensation, which was followed be a loud cracking sound, much like static electricity and Inuyasha released her arm abruptly and leapt backwards with a yelp. He opened and closed the hand that he had grabbed her with, holding it close to his face, inspecting any possible damages. He slowly lowered it and glared at the black haired girl.
"What the fuck was that?"
She straightened up and her mouth formed a thin line as she glared back at him. "I told you to let go."
"What did you do, wench?"
"Inu, Inu, Inu…" said Miroku, shaking his head and placing a hand on Inuyasha's shoulder. "Can't you see that she very nearly purified your hand off?"
"Wha-?"
The girl huffed and bent down to collect her papers. Miroku tutted and patted the hanyou's shoulder. "That girl is a miko and every demon and hanyou knows not to get on the wrong side of them." He said with a smile. "I'll show you how it's done, my friend."
The black haired boy took a few steps towards the girl, just as someone called out her name and joined her side.
"Kagome! Are you okay? I've been waiting for ages in the cafeteria!"
"I'm sorry Sango, I got a little…" a fleeting look at Inuyasha and Miroku, "…held up. That's all." She smiled. Sango nodded and glanced at Miroku and Inuyasha, but mostly at the former, who was standing closer. Inuyasha smirked at Miroku's hesitation, his friend was well known throughout the school for his…qualities, concerning members of the opposite sex but watching him frozen in mid step and gawping at this 'Sango' was something completely new and so very out of Miroku's character. Inuyasha forgot about the whole hand purifying incident and watched the whole scene unfold, but he failed to take into account how involved he was about to get.
Kagome tugged at Sango's arm. "Let's go, I'm starving."
"But wait, you didn't introduce me to your friends yet!"
Both Kagome and Inuyasha spluttered, but the former recovered quickly. "S-Sango! Those guys are not my friends!" she said, and Inuyasha shook his head vehemently to also deny it.
That was when Miroku snapped out of his daydream and took immediate action. He scooted over to Sango's side and took hold of her hands.
"Allow me to introduce myself," he said with a dashing smile, "Sango, isn't it? My name is Miroku, and that grumpy half demon with the doggy ears over there is my friend Inuyasha. We're pleased to meet you."
Sango raised an eyebrow and quickly glanced at Kagome, who gave a subtle shrug. Miroku then proceeded to clear his throat.
"And now, if you would allow me to ask you one question, a yes or no question…"
Inuyasha knew what was coming and groaned audibly, and Kagome noticed it.
"…Will you bear my child?"
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Kyouji sipped at his coke and continued to listen to Nanae's angry rants about Sesshoumaru.
"…And you know what else he told me!" she said, her voice high and just the tiniest bit shrieky.
Kyouji opened his mouth to respond but Nanae didn't give him time to. "He said, 'humans are known for their low tolerance, or should I say, lack of self control.'" She quoted, imitating his deep voice. "Argh! Can you believe it? Can you believe him? He's such a- a-"
"Bastard?"
"Yes!"
Nanae took some deep breaths before taking a savage bite of her burger. She quickly chewed and swallowed. "I hate him." She said darkly, taking a sip of coke from the can. Kyouji smiled at her fondly.
"You look so cute when you're angry."
Nanae almost choked on her mouthful of soda but she quickly gulped it down so she wouldn't spray it all over the place. She picked up her napkin and held it up to her mouth, blushing furiously and trying to fight the cough that rose in her throat. Kyouji grinned. His expression then turned somewhat serious and he cleared his throat to gain Nanae's attention.
"Nanae…"
Nanae had another drink of coke to calm herself. After placing the can upon the table she looked up at him. "Yep?"
He was staring at her with those ocean blue eyes and her stomach went all fluttery. He seemed to be searching for the right words to say and his hesitation, no matter how slight, was evident. Nanae's pulse quickened. Her hand was still gripping the can of soda. Kyouji's gaze dropped to his food and his shoulders shook a little with nervous laughter.
"I….heh….I, uh…jeez, I'm no good at this…" he said, running a hand through his sexily messy, dark red hair. Nanae's heart was beating like a drum in her chest. Was he going to ask her…?
"Uh…well, I know we met only a week ago…but, uh…would you-"
"Hey guys! Oh thanks, you saved me a seat!"
Nanae jumped in surprise at the loud, happy voice and the hand she had been gripping the soda can with jolted, spilling coke all over her fries. "Aw, damnit."
Kyouji stood up and helped her mop up the mess with a couple of napkins, while the owner of the cheerful voice who of course was Makis, sat down beside the red haired hanyou, placing her tray of food on the table. She watched Nanae and Kyouji clean up the coke and giggled.
"Oh, Nanae, you're so clumsy!"
Nanae forced a silly grin on her face and nodded. She and Kyouji abandoned the soggy napkins and the squishy pulp that were now her fries, and they took their seats again. Makis edged her chair closer to Kyouji's so that their elbows were touching, failing to notice the fleeting look of discomfort that passed over the hanyou's face. He tried to move his chair away discreetly but Makis only closed the distance again. Nanae couldn't help feeling a little irritated at Makis' obvious advances but as she and Kyouji locked gazes, the annoyance she was feeling subsided. The silent message he was sending with his cerulean stare was clear to her: I still have something to tell you. She smiled at him, ignoring the fluttering rhythm of her heart and the burning sensation of an oncoming blush in her cheeks.
Kyouji watched as Nanae's gaze dropped to her half eaten burger. He couldn't help feeling angry at himself, more than the annoyance he was experiencing with Makis for her unbelievingly inopportune interruption. If he had only spat out 'will you go out with me' in one go instead of stuttering stupidly he could have obtained an answer from Nanae by now. But she made him so nervous when she looked at him with those beautiful grey eyes, so even if he had the proposal thought out clearly in his head, expressing it would have been a trying task anyway. Kyouji turned to look at Makis who was chatting away at a million miles an hour about things he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to. Something about passing a physics exam. If Makis hadn't shown up like that…well, he didn't know if he would have asked Nanae out at that moment but he sure as hell would have made some progress.
"…So anyway, Nanae, when are you going to introduce me to your friend Sesshoumaru?"
Nanae looked up and gawked at Makis as if she had lost her mind. "He is NOT my friend! And how could you ask me something like that? I told you he had a girlfriend!"
Makis giggled and sipped at her drink. "Yeah, I know."
Nanae sighed, but her sigh was cut short when she spotted the unmistakeable glimmer of long silvery hair among the students of the cafeteria. The owner of the perfect hair was of course, Sesshoumaru.
"Oh, come on Nanae, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease introduce me to him! And you're the one who said he was hot!"
Kyouji's eyebrows shot up and he stared at Nanae's slowly reddening face. "You said Sesshoumaru was-?"
"Makis!" said Nanae, absolutely shocked that her friend would have mentioned that…and in front of Kyouji too. She felt as if she would melt with embarrassment.
"What? You did! Oh, c'mon Nanae, I wanna meet him!" Makis pleaded, bouncing up and down in her seat like a small child.
"Fine! Look then, he's over there!" Nanae told her out of pure irritation, pointing in the demon's direction. Makis' head twisted around to stare. Her mouth literally dropped open. Nanae slumped back against her seat and sighed, shaking her head. Kyouji couldn't help chuckling.
"Oh. My. God." Said Makis. "He. Is. GORGEOUS!" Her head snapped back towards Nanae. "Why didn't you tell me he looked like that?"
"Huh!"
"Jeez, I could throw myself at him right now!"
Kyouji grinned. "Yeah, you would."
Makis looked at him. "At you too, hun." She smiled and she fluttered her eyelashes.
Kyouji's grin disappeared. Nanae was shaking her head in disbelief. "Makis, you're impossible." She said tiredly and she got to her feet, picking up her tray. Makis was being especially annoying today and Nanae had an English lesson next and she hadn't taken the books out of her locker yet. Kyouji stood up also and offered to accompany her. Nanae nodded and smiled, feeling the butterflies in her stomach again as he took her tray in a gentlemanly way and placed it over his own.
"Hey are you leaving me already?" Makis asked, pouting.
"I have English next, and anyway you take too long to eat." Replied Nanae, with a slight grin. Makis sighed and dismissed them with a flick of her hand. Nanae waited for Kyouji to empty the trays of their rubbish and they both started to walked out of the cafeteria. Just as they passed through the exit, they distinctly heard a slapping sound ring out and a female voice scream, "HENTAI!" followed by complete silence in the lunch hall. After a couple of seconds the general chatter resumed as normal. Nanae looked at Kyouji questioningly but he only shrugged, and then they both headed for the lockers.
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Nanae crossed the road and headed towards Maho-chan's Coffee Castle, the light spring drizzle sparkling in the lamplight of the busy street. She glanced at her watch which said seven o'clock, hoping that she hadn't arrived too early. She glanced up at the shop sign and wondered why she had never heard of it before; Kyouji had told her it was where a lot of older students hung out because of its calm and welcoming atmosphere. Nanae's stomach gave a small jolt at the memory of Kyouji, and she thought back on the reason why she was here and why she was about to push open the door of the café.
When English class had ended, she had gone to her locker to stow away the books that she wouldn't need until tomorrow and that was when Kyouji had appeared. He took a while to finally get the words out but when he did, he asked her to have coffee with him. Nanae had stuttered stupidly her 'yes' and that earned a relieved and not to mention knee-weakening smile from the handsome hanyou. They had stood there awkwardly for a few more minutes and then Kyouji decided to go, leaving directions of how to get to the café with Nanae, who could only nod in response.
Nanae's heart had been pounding throughout the entire exchange and she was finding it hard to breathe, and of course she was absolutely elated since things like this never, ever happened to her. Usually she would stand by and watch how guys practically threw themselves at Makis' feet and Makis was accustomed to this type of attention. Now it was Nanae's turn. She felt secretly thrilled about how Kyouji asked her out and not her friend, who would have been any guy's first choice yet here she was, clutching a piece of paper that described Maho-chan's Coffee Castle.
When she had arrived at her apartment with Makis, her friend had asked her why she was being so silent all of a sudden. And Nanae couldn't help blurting out what had occurred with Kyouji, going into every single detail, including how nervous she was and how she was amazed at why someone like Kyouji would spend time with someone like her. Nanae noticed (with some disappointment) that Makis congratulated her in slightly forced manner and that her smile wasn't entirely genuine. She looked tired even.
Nanae stared at the glass door of the café. She wanted Makis to be happy for her, not sulky because Kyouji had fixed his attention on someone other than her, after all there were plenty more guys to choose from at school and Makis knew that she could get anyone she wanted with the way she looked. But today was Nanae's day, and if Makis didn't like it then fine. Still, Nanae couldn't help feeling bad for her friend; Makis had even helped her decide what to wear for that night, telling her that cafés equalled casual attires.
Before entering, Nanae looked up at the darkened sky, feeling the tickle of the raindrops upon her face, and she prayed to whatever divine entity there was to not embarrass herself in front of Kyouji.
Please…don't let me trip up, don't let me spill anything over Kyouji, don't let me snort when I laugh, don't let me fall off my chair, don't let me say anything stupid, don't let me stay all quiet and dull…just don't let me be me, only for tonight and I promise I'll…uh…I'll…heck, I'm so desperate here I'll even promise to be nice to Sesshoumaru if that's what it takes!
After bargaining with the gods, Nanae took a deep breath and pushed open the glass door and was met with a gush of deliciously warm air. She couldn't help smiling and breathing in the wonderful smell of coffee, which brought her memories of happy mornings when her mother was still healthy. She looked around at the little round tables and comfy little cushioned chairs, liking the feel of the café immediately. It was so…cosy, which was a word Nanae liked a lot. The place wasn't too full, nor too empty which was perfect for her, she found those conditions pleasant. She glanced at the counter and spotted Kyouji, who was sitting on one of the tall stools and chatting to who seemed to be Maho-chan, a plump, cheerful, middle aged woman with a permanent smile on her face. Kyouji noticed Nanae enter the café and he waved at her, then, after saying something to Maho-chan, he got off the stool and approached Nanae.
"Hey." He smiled. Nanae blushed a deep red, his smiles made her heart beat like a drum in her chest, and his blue eyes…they made her melt.
"H-hi!" Stupid stupid me! I forgot to ask the gods to not let me stutter!
"Why don't we sit at a table?"
Nanae nodded in reply and let herself be led by Kyouji to one of the little tables by the window, where they had a view of the street, shiny with drizzle and illuminated by the yellow light of the lamps. The both of them sat down on the cushioned chairs and Nanae was surprised at how marvellously comfortable they were.
"I already told Maho-chan to make us some hot chocolate, you have to try it, she mixes ground coffee in with the cocoa."
Nanae nodded. Hey! Say something won't ya? She thought to herself.
"Uh…so, how do you know Maho-chan?" Wow. Great question. Not.
"Oh, she's a friend of my mum's. They go back a long time." He said reminiscently. Nanae's heart thudded in her chest, that far away look on his face made him so irresistible, and the strands of dark red hair that fell out of his sexily untidy ponytail framed his handsome face. Nanae wondered why on earth he asked her out and not Makis.
Maho-chan herself brought the hot chocolate on a tray and placed it on the table and Nanae could have sworn that the lady winked at her before heading over to the counter. Was it encouragement?
Kyouji took a gulp of hot chocolate. After swallowing he smiled dreamily. "Aaah, lovely."
Nanae giggled and took a sip of hers. It was possibly the most delicious thing she had ever tasted in her life, the sweet, not-too-hot liquid slipped right down her throat and caused a pleasantly warm sensation in all her body, and the taste was absolutely heavenly.
"Wow." She said.
Kyouji drank a bit more and then he placed the mug on the table. "So…what can we talk about?"
Nanae put down her mug. "I don't know…ummm…."
"I know, let's talk about you."
Nanae blushed. "Me?"
"Yeah, why did you come to Kokusai High?"
"Well…it's kind of a long story…" Nanae said, not really wanting to talk about her mother's illness especially on a first date.
Kyouji sensed her unwillingness and swiftly changed the subject, feeling angry at himself for causing her discomfort.
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me. So, what kind of movies do you like?"
Their conversation lasted for hours and each discovered significantly interesting things about the other. For example, Kyouji's mother was human and his father was a wolf demon who ended up abandoning his wife and only son for no apparent reason. Kyouji expressed some bitterness about it but assured her that he had nothing against demons, he understood that their lives revolved around strength and power and a human or hanyou would only burden them. Nanae felt saddened at this information, and she wondered how Kyouji felt when he was told his father had left for good. She mentioned that her father had also left home and that she had lived with her uncle and her cousin, Sae. She didn't mention her mother's tragic death or why she felt her uncle was keeping things from her.
They found that they both loved winter and hated summer, they both sucked at math and physics but triumphed in art and English. Nanae was a little afraid to tell him that she preferred staying in reading a book than to go out clubbing all night but he understood completely, he even laughed and said that he was exactly the same but it was his mother that had told him to start enjoying himself and even paid the entrance fee to Club Kinu so that he could have a good time. After that embarrassing situation he vowed to never stay at home on Friday nights. Nanae laughed along with him but their fun was cut short when Maho-chan announced that it was closing time. Kyouji and Nanae left the café and stood in the drizzle. Kyouji offered to walk Nanae home and since it was only a few streets away she accepted and on the way they talked about places they had been and movies they had seen and all the things two people would normally share on a date.
They arrived at Nanae's apartment block and Kyouji insisted accompanying her up the stairs to her floor, saying 'no one was ever safe until they closed the door behind them', something his mother said often. Nanae smiled in appreciation. She reached her apartment and fumbled in her jacket for her keys, noticing how close Kyouji's body was beside her, and how warm it felt. Before placing the key in the lock she looked at him with a strange uncertainty in her eyes.
"Kyouji?"
"Yeah?"
"Why…er…I mean…I'm not…uhh…that is…why me?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, tilting his head to one side.
"I mean, I'm not like Makis, and she's beautiful and everything, why not her?"
Kyouji chuckled. "I didn't ask Makis because she's too…obvious. Y'know?"
Nanae nodded, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "But I still don't understand…I'm not pretty or anything." She said.
Kyouji studied her face. He reached out and grasped her chin softly, tilting her face up.
"You're right…you're not pretty."
Nanae blinked with confusion. Kyouji smiled gently.
"You're beautiful." He whispered and leaning down he brushed his lips over hers sending bolts of electricity through Nanae's body. Nanae's heard thudded loudly and her knees became jelly but it didn't matter because he was kissing her. He was kissing her.
Kyouji then put some distance between them and his hand left Nanae's chin. He gave her one of his dazzling smiles.
"Goodnight, Nanae." He said. She nodded, feeling too breathless to speak. He began to descend the stairs and Nanae listened on until she could no longer hear his footsteps. She placed a hand over her beating heart and breathed deeply. Then she touched her lips lightly with her fingers. That was the first proper kiss she'd ever had. She remembered her first kiss, which was when she was thirteen and it was something silly and insignificant, the boy wasn't even dating her or anything and it made the action petty and meaningless. But this was for real, Kyouji had kissed her and he had told her she was beautiful which meant more to her than anything else. She was so convinced of her plainness and unimportance that she had blocked herself from the rest of the world, but here was Kyouji, half wolf demon, choosing her out of the many girls in school.
Nanae turned the key and opened the door, refraining from turning on the light and heading straight to her room instead. Tomorrow was Saturday and she would have to contact Sesshoumaru to talk about the project, but she stopped herself from thinking of it. For now she would just enjoy her elevated self esteem and lie awake for hours reliving the entire scene.
I can't wait to tell Makis.
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A/N: phew! Again, sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Don't worry all of you Sesshy girls, he'll be appearing more soon! Please Read and Review!
Kinu: silk.