Title: Tie Me to the Future
Author: Tsubasa Kya
Disclaimer: You know... I'm still trying to figure out whether or not people really read the disclaimer. If it's not there, they complain, but if it is, no one cares anyway. (I don't own).
Chapter fiftythree: Upside-down Key
When Kagome woke, the light pouring in from the singular window in her room at Yusuke's apartment had faded slightly due to clouds passing over in the sky. The towel had fallen off her body after a few turns during her brief nap but since there was no one around that she could see, she didn't mind all that much.
She felt better after her nap at least and her stomach had settled enough that she was sure she could handle some soup since it was a soft food. Hard foods such as meat she was not going to try to stomach. Seirra had told her that morning sickness can begin to take place up to twelve hours after a woman is impregnated.
She did think that was rather fast but after all it had been three days before Kagome had first felt the signs of sickness. After dressing in a pair of blue jeans and a plain white tee-shirt that was quite large on her form, she set to the job of going into the kitchen and finding something to cook for her meal. Her Aunt had yet to learn to read health labels.
Kagome was hungry, very much so, but she had not only her health to think of now but also that of the child who grew inside her. She looked down at her stomach, hidden as it was by the overtly large tee-shirt. She wondered what she would call the child. 'Ka' sounded too much like the name of her opposite, the malicious being that had killed those demons in the Realm of Opposites heartlessly.
Her child would not be like that. Kagome was sure of that. She smiled and scrounged through the cupboards. At least while she was in the modern era, she could better take care of herself and her baby would have the best chances at living through birth. She didn't care if she died in birth, just that her baby lived.
Finding a soup pot, she filled it with water to boil and then took a package of bowtie noodles out from the cupboard to the left of the sink, above the counter. She guessed that not much had changed since she had left. Her Aunt doubtless worked still until late in the evening and Yusuke pretended to go to school. She made just enough food for both her and Yusuke, cooking Alfredo sauce to top the bowtie noodles. The meal would be filling, even if not the greatest.
-Elsewhere-
Yusuke was ready to pull out his hair in frustration. Everyone just had to show up when he was ready to go insane with worry. Kagome was back at his apartment, and of course all his rivals would choose such a day when he was in a hurry to show their faces for a fight.
Kuwabara and his faithful, yet cowardly, three friends were just a step behind him. Kuwabara was not really helping the situation for Yusuke. Kuwabara had a tendency to stick his foot farther down his throat than anyone else that Yusuke had ever known. Getting away from Kuwabara would be a major accomplishment towards getting home, Yusuke was sure.
Finally he felt the rage that had begun to build up inside him especially since Keiko and his break up burst like a balloon and his fist connected with one of his rival's faces, sending the boy sprawling into a wall. He didn't stop there, even though the boy was down. Anger blinded his vision; anger and grief fought for domination of his soul.
Kagome ran away. Keiko never trusted him. Kagome was back, and these idiots were in his way to getting to her. His little cousin who was only fifty-six days younger than him needed protection! Keiko needed protection but she wouldn't trust him so he couldn't give her what he so desperately wanted to. He loved Keiko, but the girl had betrayed him terribly.
Looking at his bloodied knuckles through rage-filled eyes, he felt disgust enter him. He had completely ragged them. Kuwabara was looking at him rather edgily. "What do you want?" He snarled at Kuwabara, but then felt bad for doing so. Kuwabara had proved himself to be a trustworthy friend, and there Yusuke was, acting like a jerk to him.
Instead of dealing with the problem, Yusuke ran off towards his apartment, hoping that Kuwabara would understand. Kuwabara was undoubtedly intelligent when it came to things like that, so his hopes weren't falsely high.
Turning corner after corner, he raced towards the Elbe housing complex. He was rather winded when he reached it and even the elevator, which took approximately ten seconds to go twenty floors, seemed slow. As soon as the elevator started opening, he slipped through the narrow crack rather than waiting. He had to switch elevators three times because the particular elevator he wanted was only on a certain floor.
The front door to his apartment was locked when he got there and he was worried for a moment. Was she not there yet? Searching his pockets for his key, he found it finally and fumbled getting it in the lock. He had so many questions bumbling about in his head and he would have answers to them all.
There was a point where he thought about just breaking the door down because he couldn't get the key in the lock until he realized he had the key upside-down. Feeling rather foolish for hurrying so much, he turned the key around and unlocked the door.
-Elsewhere-
He had honestly not expected to find her with his Jagan eye. After over a month of trying, it was to be his last effort to find her. If he couldn't find her that time, he was going to give up. He wondered if he had found her this time because he had almost given up. Surely that couldn't be how it was! He had never given up anything before!
The only problem he had now... was getting out of his paper shredding filled apartment to get to the top of the Elbe housing complex to see if she would show up. He groaned as he looked at the result of his anger and frustration at the seemingly impossible task of writing and reading. He did not understand what the lines he was desperately trying to copy.
He couldn't even copy anything correctly and he had been at it over a month! Surely he couldn't be so pathetic that he knew nothing? He knew how to speak, didn't he? He was an intelligent person, just some things he wasn't as great at.
He kicked at a pile of failed attempts, but because of their lack of substance he only found his leg continuing going and he went heels over head into a pile of still wet parchment. With a small grunt, he sat up and one of the wet parchments stuck to his face. He pulled it away but the badly drawn writing did not go away. It was, after all, ink.
Happy Mother's Day to all of my readers who are mommies. It's not sexy crazy, but it's still crazy! Haha!
