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Writing on the Wall
Chapter 31: When it Rains
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"You can still see me?"
For probably the thirtieth time that day, Inuyasha rolls his eyes. The building's without power courtesy to (yet another) summer storm taking out the power lines around the corner. The rain doesn't look like it'll be letting up anytime soon, and Inuyasha's in an even fouler mood for it. It's going to take the power company forever to get their asses out here, and working with just the dim afternoon light streaming through the windows is making everything harder than it should be. "Fucking—yes! How many damn times are you going to ask me that?!"
She doesn't bother answering, instead holding up a series of fingers. The unflinchingly intense gaze she pins him with leaves absolutely no doubt that she's serious. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Inuyasha bites back another curse as he peels the old tatami off the floor. "Six. Now shut the hell up al—" She tugs his earlobe and he howls, dropping the tatami and spinning to face her. "What the fuck was that for!?"
Kagome doesn't look the least bit repentant. In fact, she's fucking smiling as she stares down at her hands. "You can still feel me!" She bounces on her toes, hands clapping together in front of her face. "This is—oh, this is just—"
"Annoying as fuck," Inuyasha growls, already going back to work on the tatami.
Behind him, her cheeks puff. "Jerk!"
"Bitch." The insult leaves his lips completely without thought and her hand connects to the back of his head in quick retaliation. It takes just about every god damn inch of willpower to keep himself from shaking her by the shoulders. "Argh! You were a hell of a lot easier to live with when you were silent, you know that?!"
The angry flush in her cheeks wanes, a look of hurt flashing over her features quicker than the lightening illuminating her face.
Inuyasha cringes, regret already tightening his chest. Fuck, he's an idiot. "Kagome—"
She's already gone, and the house becomes silent save the rolling clap of thunder.
AN: So it turns out marketing a novel is actually time consuming or something? Who would have thought? *facepalm*
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