Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. That great honor goes to the amazing Rumiko Takahashi and her wonderful mind.
A/N: Hi, everyone! I'm so sorry for the long update, but I just got back to school and it's been kind of tough, and i got slammed with a bunch of essays and stuff, so I hope you'll forgive me ^^'. It hasn't been too rough, but it was enough to keep me away from my wonderful computer, unfortunately. AGAIN, I'M SO SORRY! BUT WOO HO UPDATE TIME!
Oh, by the way guys, there is a bit of cursing. Not too graphic but I mean, it's still there . . . Just seemed like something worth mentioning . . . Okay, on with the story . . .
I can't believe I just did that. Why couldn't I just have said that I was going to a restaurant with my mom or cleaning the house or something? I'm going out on a date with Kagome Higurashi, and the bad part is that I'm actually excited about it. Oh Kami, why?
Here I am now, walking awkwardly to the gymnasium from my English Honors class. We actually got a lot done, but it was either work or make meaningless small talk, and I would have none of that.
We decided to let Romeo live after Juliet wakes up. Juliet will wake up and as Romeo almost drinks the poison, she calls out to him and stops him before he can drink the poison. They start talking in their fancy Shakespearean language, and the scene ends. A more satisfying ending, I think.
I walked into the locker room and watched as a handful of bodies turned. The lockers in the boys' locker room was all blue and matched the light grey paint on the walls perfectly. There was a straight walk down path as soon as you entered the locker room and the rows were back to back, with benches in between each row. For some reason, it smelled a lot more like Axe than sweat.
Immediately, and quite creepily, all of them smirked at me. One guy even started clapping, followed by the rest of the locker room starting to clap for me. I gave a confused smile as I continued to my locker, but on the inside I was slapping myself on the forehead because now the school knows about my date.
"Inuyasha!" I gritted my teeth as I heard the familiar voice call out to me. Shit, he knows. I sighed and turned around to face Miroku.
"Hey, man."
"Don't 'hey, man' me. You finally did it! You finally asked Kagome out! Nice job, man!" Miroku exclaimed happily. It seemed like he was happier than I was. Not that I'm happy about going out on a date with Kagome or anything. This is strictly professional, of course.
"It's not exactly what you think, Miroku." I said with a laugh as I made a left in the fifth row and went to the third locker to unlock my locker. He followed, of course, eager to get details. He's like the male version of a gossip girl.
"Oh, I think it's exactly what I think." He insisted, and even though I wasn't looking at him, it was like I could hear him smirking.
"Hell, do I even wanna know what you're thinking?" I asked quite seriously with a chuckle.
"Aw, come on, man!" He said with a laugh. "Don't pretend like you don't like her!"
"As if I could pretend to tell the truth." I said with a smirk as I stuffed my book bag and pulled out my gym clothes.
"Oh, yeah? Well then, why have you too been spending so much time together?"
"She's got me on a tight schedule!" I lied strongly, but it didn't break through him.
"Since when did you start taking orders from Kagome Higurashi?" He asked with added emphasis by crossing his arms over his chest.
"Since we've started this project." I said, truthfully that time. "Trust me, I'd rather get through this without her bitching."
"Man, why can't you just admit you like her?"
"Because there's nothing to admit Miroku." Right? Of course I'm right, don't second guess yourself Inuyasha.
"Okay, then why'd you ask her out?"
"Well, it's not like it's a date!"
"You're going to a movie theater to watch a romantic movie with a girl you were crushing on years before. If that's not a date, then - "
"It's research, and how did you know it was a romantic movie?"
"The whole school knows it's a romantic movie, you kind of asked her in a hallway, bro."
"How'd you know I asked her in a hallway?" I closed my locker and smirked at him, already knowing how he got his info. "Oh, I know who told you."
"No one had to tell me, it's all that anyone's talking about."
"Uh huh, I'm sure. I'm also sure that a certain girl who was there, too." His faced turned red immediately and I laughed.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He insisted, crossing his arms over his chest. I simply shook my head and chuckled. Revenge is sweet.
"Okay, whatever you say. Listen, I'm gonna change, so I'll see you outside, alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, go on and get pretty for the field." He walked off as I made my way down the seemingly gloomy hallway and to the bathroom. All that excitement sure gave me a bladder rush.
Gym went by just fine. The guys may have applauded in the locker room, but everything washed over by the time I got on the field. Yeah, I got a few 'here comes lover boy', here and there, but that's about all the teasing I got. That's what I love about being a guy. Things just go back to normal and everything's okay. On the other hand, I bet every girl who knows Kagome or knows me must be gossiping or squealing or whatever. Jeez, I bet even Kagome gets tired of it.
From Gym I went to my second to last period of the day, History. For some reason, Science isn't required, but apparently History is. How that 'logic' ever made sense, I will never know, but my teacher isn't really teaching anything I don't know, so I hardly pay attention anyways. It's not that I'm a bad student, I still get good grades. I just don't see the point in learning what you already know. So, I used this period to take somewhat of a small nap. Next period, my Study Hall, I was home free.
Kagome's P.O.V
Is it even possible that Inuyasha Takahashi asked me out? Has the world gone mad?
Here I was now, pondering my existence as I stepped into my Drama Class. It was a large auditorium, filled with seats. The seats were organized into three rows: left, middle, and right. The walls were cream-colored, and the stage had wooden floors, and of course, the cliché red curtains. Think of a church, except with wooden chairs that you pull down to sit in - like in a movie theater. The lights are usually on during the day, but they turn off as soon as any Drama Class walks in. I assume it's to add effect and not to purposely allow students to walk all over each other in trying to simply sit down.
I sat down in the third row of the middle section, exactly in the middle of the row. What can I say? I like a front row seat. I hope Inuyasha doesn't mind that when we go to the movies. I mentally slapped myself in the forehead and closed my eyes. What am I even saying?! I have to cancel on him, we can't go out!
This is insane, we can't possibly do this!
What will everyone else think?
What does everyone else think already?
What does he think?
Does he think that I like him because I said yes?
Was he joking?
I felt a mixture of relief and yet sadness as I let the thought drift through my mind.
What if he really was joking? Oh, why do I even care? It was a good joke, I mean he really got me. He almost made me feel a little excited. Ugh, get over it Kagome, that was over years ago. It's not happening anytime soon either, no way am I going through that again no matter how attracted I am to him - Was! How attracted I was!
Oh, who am I kidding? I like him! There's no point in hiding it anymore! I, Kagome Higurashi, once again have a crush on that arrogantly sweet Inuyasha Takahashi and there's nothing I can do about it now. Oh Kami, I can't believe this is happening again.
Mr. Shimoto walked in with his usual leisurely walk. If you don't know already, he's the one who's also in charge of the Drama/English project that the students from both their classes got. I sighed heavily, wondering suddenly what their reason for putting me and Inuyasha together was. Must've been a damn good reason.
"Students," He said, almost with a smirk on his face. "I trust you're all doing good with the project." There was a collective groan from the students and he almost laughed. I liked Mr. Shimoto. He was a very chill person, very philosophical. He knew things about people that they didn't know about themselves. How he became a Drama teacher and not a philosopher, I'll never figure out, but I guess it's fun for him to teach his art of figuring people out and covering yourself up.
His clothes were somewhat a reflection of his personality. They were a bit undone, meaning that his shirt was half tucked and his tie was a bit undone too. His pants were a little low but not extremely low, it hardly went past the waist. Anyone would think he's ragged, but you'd need to get to know him to really judge his character, and even then you wouldn't know him.
"Aw come on guys, you act like I'm making you eat Lima beans." I giggled and listened to what the philosopher said. "Alright, alright, jokes aside, I've got a lethal weapon for you guys today." I joined in the "oohing" and crossed my arms over my chest, eagerly waiting for his lecture.
"Now, to the untrained mind, what I am about to tell you may seem like a bunch of shit," He spoke, talking with his hands as he did so. He also loved to curse. It apparently adds emphasis to what he's saying. "But when people look into each other's eyes and say that they can see something in the person's eyes, not all of what they're saying is full of shit."
I sat up slightly and listened intently on what he had to say. This is pretty interesting. I could use this for the project.
"Okay, now girls, don't go off searching for concrete explosions in the eyes of men when they look at you, because that's not what's going to happen at all. It's not about seeing what's in them, but it's about realizing that they're actually looking at you." I smiled and took note of that quote in my head.
"Eye contact is one of the most rare yet effective ways of communicating. More than half of the human population cannot achieve this kind of contact, though. Does that make them weak? No, of course not. They're still listening to you; it doesn't mean that they're not taking in every word that you say. But eye contact is a very special experience that isn't shared very often between individuals, so when you get the chance to have eye contact with someone, you shouldn't take it for granted." He walked to the back of the stage and pulled a chair to the front to take a seat.
"Eye contact is also the best way to tell if someone is lying, but I bet you wonderful children already knew that." He said with a sarcastic tone and smile. There were chuckles the echoed throughout the auditorium before he continued. The laughs sounded quite dead, however. Well, I thought it was funny.
"No, but seriously, haven't you ever noticed how when people are telling you something, and they are trying to convince you of something, they avert their eyes or try to look somewhere else? That's a fucking liar right there. The least they could do is look at your face, right? You can spot a liar immediately if they don't use eye contact and you know they can make eye contact."
"The best way to know if someone actually cares is to look at their eyes. Not in them, just at them. There's no need to stare down their pupils. Their facial expressions are important too, but their eyes are what's most important. That whole communication between eyes, yeah, that actually exists. You make eye contact with someone across the room and you can communicate to each other just by looking at each other, facial expressions included, of course."
"Now immediately after I say this, the girls realize that some guys are just staring at their racks. Sorry guys." There were a few laughs the echoed once more through the darkness. "You don't have to check this with everyone. You could, but you don't need to get all crazy with this skill. I'm sure everyone that you guys talk to are willing to hear whatever bullshit comes out if your wonderful mouths," He finished with a grin and I joined in the laughing that time. "But if you do happen to have the skill of looking into someone's eyes, I fully suggest that you take advantage of that skill for the project. What the hell, use it in your life, too. Abuse the shit out of it, it's only going to make you seem fucking fantastic."
I laughed as he continued talking but my mind drifted somewhere else afterwards. It drifted towards the project. Do I want to make eye contact with Inuyasha at all during this project? No, I don't think I do. I think I can make eye contact, but I'm not sure if he can. Maybe he could, but if it's as deep and effective as Mr. Shimoto says, I think I'll avoid it. I don't want anymore of these unwanted feelings bubbling to the surface more than they should be.
By the end of the period, I found myself debating on whether I even wanted to go out with Inuyasha. I mean, it was extremely awkward in English and if that's how it's going to be like tomorrow, then I don't even want to bother. If its fun, then I don't think I'd want to go. I really don't want to like him more than I do now.
Why can't I just go back to hating him? I never got these butterflies when I hated him.
The auditorium lights turned back on and the population of the began to thin out. I gathered my things reluctantly and made my way out of the auditorium. Couldn't I just stay in Drama Class forever? It's so comfortable and full of possibilities. However, if I heard anymore of Mr. Shimoto's Drama/Philosophy lessons, I don't think I'd be able to see the world in the same light.
I exited from the back, or front . . . Whatever. The way the auditorium was set up is that you'd enter from the back of it, again like a theater. Kami, if I use the word theater one more time, I think I may burst. That bastard Inuyasha, this is all his fault. He just had to be good in English. Why couldn't he just drop out?
Kami, what am I complaining about? There's only a month left! Then, he'll be out of my life for good! The idea hurts now, sure, but that's just because he's got my attention, but as soon as that last day rolls around, off to college I go! I can't hardly wait. The question is though, can I survive a whole month with him?
I mean, after this, he's gone forever . . . So, I guess this is the last test to get rid of Inuyasha Takahashi for good.
Just as I was leaving the auditorium, the boy who's been disrupting my thoughts for the past week was suddenly before me. My stomach erupted with butterflies and I internally frowned. I really wished my body would stop reacting to him in such a way. It's true what they say, we really do want what we should not have. Why do I have to want him?
"Hey," He said cooly, and unfortunately, it made me want to melt. "I didn't know you had Study Hall before me."
"I don't," I responded too quickly, causing him to raise his eyebrow to me. "I mean, I don't have Study Hall before you. I just got out of Drama."
"Oh, I almost forgot that the auditorium doubled as a Drama Class." He stated simply. I looked away, feeling the awkward tension immediately flow in between us. Oh, Kami . . . I have to tell him that I can't go. I'll just tell him that I have something to do with my family. That's perfect! Okay, here goes . . .
"Kagome,"
"Listen, I," We both had spoken at the same time and laughed. The tension seemed to fade slightly at our laughter. His smile calmed my nerves in one way, but set them on fire in another. I hoped suddenly that I wasn't blushing. "You go first." I said softly as I tried to re-gather my thoughts.
"Alright, I just wanted to say that we don't have to call this a date. I mean, I just wanted to go watch the movie. I thought it could help us with our acting in some way. Plus, I thought it'd be fun if we could take a break from the hard work and practice. Just something fun for once, you know?" I nodded at his suggestion and smiled as he once again calmed my nerves. However, for some reason, I still felt a bit sad, but I pushed that thought away because if I pursued it, it would only lead into a world of hell.
"N-Not that what we do isn't fun. I just, you know, a movie seems less stressful." He added as an afterthought. I raised my eyebrow and blushed lightly when I realized that he thought that he had insulted me. No, stop it! Don't do that, you're only going to make things worse.
"Don't worry, I know what you meant and . . . Yeah, I think I'd like to relax for once. I just never thought you'd be one to offer me that decision."
"Well, I'm not exactly aspiring to be a dictator. I'm sorry if I gave you that impression." He said with a laugh that made my heart skip a beat. Inuyasha, please stop this before I'm subdued to nothing. "So, uh, what were you going to say?"
I'd suddenly found myself at a loss for words. What was I going to say again? Oh, the excuse . . . Well, I suppose that I still could cancel, it would be the sane thing to do . . . However . . . I looked at Inuyasha's expression once more. He had a small smile on his face as he waited for my answer. I looked to the ground once more and bit my lip. We can all be a little crazy sometimes, can't we? I've done my fair share of crazy things . . . But maybe one more exception wouldn't hurt.
"I just wanted to know what time you were going to pick me up again. I didn't really hear it well because of all the noise around us." I lied with a smile, hoping he wouldn't see through me.
"Oh, sure. I think I said 7:30, because the movie starts at 8, but whenever you want me to get you is fine."
"7:30 sounds good." I assured with a nod and another smile.
"Great, so, I'll see you tomorrow then?" He asked, with his eyebrows furrowed in a way that made me want to fall apart right there. What's with him? Does he want to see me go to goo in front of everyone?
"Yeah, see you then." He gave me one last smile as he walked into the auditorium and I put my body on auto-pilot as I drifted to my next class.
Kami, what did I just get myself into?
A/N: Well, there's the story. Again, I'm so sorry that it took me a month and a half to update, but September is by far the roughest and most annoying month, for obvious reasons. I hope that you guys aren't too upset with me! For those of you who are still keeping up with the story, YOU'RE FREAKIN' AWESOME! TO ALL THE READERS, THANKS FOR READING!
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