Denial: Part One
It doesn't matter.
Inuyasha sat on the train back to his campus in grouchy silence. His lips, to his utter annoyance, were still slightly tingly from their adventure earlier.
Damn lips, he snarled. The old lady sitting across from him squeaked in fear at the ferocious expression on his face and scuttled to the another open seat as far away from him as possible.
Get a grip, he demanded. But even as he told himself to forget about Kagome, his heart fluttered at the mention of her name—
NO. I'm a badass motherfucker, he reassured himself. My heart does not "flutter" whenever I say that bitch's name.
Too late; his heart was already fluttering again.
Sighing in agony, he dropped his head to his hands, his long black hair spreading out like a curtain around him. At least this way he had some privacy.
I'm never going back to that damn school again, he vowed. Not that he would need to, anyway. This way, I'll never have to run into that bitch again. She wasn't even that cute, he tried to tell himself. But the imprint of Kagome's smiling face warmed him up and he found himself almost smiling. Furious, he bit his lip until he bled, but she was still all he could think about.
Fuck, he sighed. I'm whipped. My life is over. Good bye, Inuyasha. I'm turning into fucking Miroku.
And speaking of that lecherous bastard, Inuyasha thought vehemently: next time, fucking deliver your own damn flowers.