Gomen ne…
A/N 2: these chapters just keep getting shorter and shorter… only this one's long… ~_~ That's cuz we're getting' to the good part!
MY FUSHIGI YUGI SET CAME! *glomps* I'm on a Nuriko high…. *GLOMPS*
OK, so I lied. We're going right to the parent's weekend. I couldn't stand another useless chapter. ~_~
Disclaimer: *Nuriko and Hotohori pop in from nowhere*
Ree-chan: Guys, do you have to say it?
Hotohori: I'm sorry, Asreena-san. We must.
Nuriko: Ree-chan doesn't own Inu-Yasha.
Hotohori: She doesn't own us, either.
Nuriko: ~_~ Actually, dear, she does. I sold our rights… you see, Ree-chan is a Nuri-Hoto shipper.
Hotohori: *chokes on his tea* You did what?
Nuriko: That's right! Hotohori and I now belong to Ree-chan. Which is why you should go read her fic, "While I Lie Beside You," as it features us in a romantic relationship!
Hotohori: NANI?!?
Ree-chan: I WISH! *watches sadly as they poof off*
Warning: The rating went up. I know I promised it wouldn't, but… it did. There is a VERY GRAPHIC SCENE at the end of this chapter. You were warned. Flame me if you like… Also, at the end, there IS a MINISPOILER! It's surrounded with stars and you have to scroll down to get to it, but it'st here. Don't want to read it, don't have to, but…
Chapter 5
National Parent-hood Week
Parents streamed through the grounds, baggage everywhere, younger siblings bouncing off trees. Kagome surveyed the sight with mixed amusement and horror. Siri's entire family trooped by, waving. Siri half-waved, too. It was grudging, and only to put on a show for her family, but it was a wave. Kagome felt her spirits lighten, until someone grabbed her from behind.
"How long is this going to last?!" Miroku hissed, slinking back into the relative protection of the bushes.
"A few more hours, at least… my family said they'd come late, but can we go hide in your room? Sango's and mine has been over run…" She laughed, leaning back in her friend's arms, temporarily forgetting who, exactly, he was. She remembered soon enough. "HENTAI!"
Miroku, flattened, blushed and sweatdropped. "Gomen ne, Kagome, but it was just too good an opportunity to resist." Kagome's shriek had been loud. That, and Miroku's subsequent address of her without a suffix attached to her name was beginning to attract a great deal of parental attention.
"C'mon." She muttered, grabbing his hand and taking off towards his dorm. "Let's get out of here…"
He ran along side her, wheels in his head spinning. "Kagome? I know it doesn't matter, anymore, but I just have to ask, since you didn't flatten me… or worse, call Sango to flatten me… might I assume—I mean, what I guess I'm saying, is—Will you bear my—"
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"Where's Miroku?" Sango asked, as Miaka made her way through the crowded hallways and into the safety of the dorm. Sango was stretched out on Miroku's bed, and Kagome could here the pinging of the shower from the other room. She flopped down on Inu-Yasha's bed, mimicking Sango's pose.
"Out pancaked on the steps, I think."
"Huh?" Sango yelped, getting up and going to the window.
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Inu-Yasha shut off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, heading back into his dorm. He shook his head at the sight that greeted him—Kagome, curled up on his bed, watching as Sango sat next to Miroku on his, trying to wake him up.
"Ayii, Kagome, what'd he do to you?"
"What do you think?" Kagome asked, watching Miroku blearily blink his eyes open. "What he always does."
"N-Not always!" Miroku protested. "Not anymore!"
"Hentai." Sango growled, glaring down at him even as she wiped his forehead with a cool cloth. Inu-Yasha snorted, drawing attention to himself. Kagome's head swiveled, taking in the shirtlessness with a blush.
"Jeez, Inu-Yasha! Clothing!"
Sango snorted. "As if you care."
Inu-Yasha made a face, changing quickly as Kagome turned around. "Kagome, shouldn't you be out searching for your parents?"
"They're coming late." She smiled. "Not for another hour, so they can avoid the crush of parents, and so they have extra time to pick up their 'surprise.'"
"What is it, anyway?" Sango asked, frowning faintly.
"We don't know." Miroku bopped his girlfriend gently. "That's why they call it a surprise." Sango stuck her tongue out at him.
"I told them about you guys, too." She pointed out, to stall their bickering before it truly started. "She told Grandpa and Sota, they all promised not to give it away. I've tried to work it outa Sota, but he's keepin' his mouth shut…"
While the others discussed it, Inu-Yasha slipped out, feeling the sudden urge to be alone. Absently, he wandered around campus until he found himself in front of Shikon dorm. Chuckling a bit at the irony, he plopped down on the edge of the fountain in front of it. Resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, he thought.
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I know him. Lips twisting with distaste, he stood at the window, the curtain pulled back just far enough for him to see the lone figure sitting on the edge of the fountain, still amid the press of people.
"Hojo-chan?"
"I know him." He whispered. Aiko came up behind him, peering through the crack in the drapes.
"Inu-Yasha-kun? Iie, he transferred here from…" Her brow furrowed. "Actually, no one ever says where he's from…"
"I know him, Onee-san." Hojo insisted, watching intently. "I remember him from somewhere… I was fighting with him…"
She gave him a Look. "Hojo-chan, up until the past few years, you never fought with anyone. You're delusional, or something… He's a perfectly normal guy, I think he might even be Kagome-chan's boyfriend. I—"
"Boyfriend?" Hojo pulled back the curtain and glanced out again.
"I don't know for sure." She reminded him hurriedly. "We should get ready to go, we'll be late for dinner. Here, you're supposed to take these before you eat, don't forget." She pressed a handfull of pills into his hands, along with a glass of water.
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"MOM!" Kagome shrieked, throwing herself at her mother and hugging her tightly. Her grandfather joined the group hug, followed quickly by Sota. But when the back door to the car opened, it was not one, but two 12 year old boys who tumbled our. The black-haired one—Sota—rushed towards his sister and glomped her. The red head, however, seeing Kagome occupied, rushed towards Sango.
"S-sh-Shippo?" She choked, as the small form wrapped it's bony arms around her neck and squeezed.
"Where's Inu-Yasha?" He asked, hugging Miroku next.
"I don't know…" the monk replied with a frown. "He slipped out a while back. I assume we'll see him at dinner."
"He rarely misses dinner." Sango agreed.
"He never misses dinner!" Kagome replied, hugging her surrogate son tightly. "You grew!"
He grinned, hugging her back. "Yeah, isn't that weird?"
"How long can you hold the illusion?"
"As long as I have to." He smirked. "My power's've grown a lot since I saw you."
"So's your ego." She commented. "You're beginning to sound like a Youkoi!" He swatted at her, and missed when she ducked. She giggled, checking her watch. "C'mon. We don't have enough time to track down your room before dinner, so we can just stick your stuff up in my room and pick it up later… c'mon…"
With all of them lugging luggage, it only took one trip to get up to Kagome's dorm. She kicked the door open—both hands were full—at the same time someone else opened it from the inside. Not realizing there was someone there, she stepped forewards, clipping her shoulder against something, mounds of luggage spilling from her arms. Surprised, she found herself staring into Hojo's cold eyes.
"Ho-Hojo-kun."
"Kagome-chan." He brushed past her, the rest of his family already out.
Mercifully, after the circus had departed, the room was empty except for Siri, and her older brother and sister. Siri remained silent as the others entered, but Meg and Alex greeted them with smiles, waves, and (on Alex's part,) what he clearly thought was a suave wink. Sango, Meg, and even Siri failed to control their giggles at that. Meg rounded up her siblings and led them down to dinner before they could wreak any more havoc—(she and Siri subdued Alex with threats of mummifying him in duct tape)—leaving just Kagome's group occupying the room. They dumped their luggage and headed back, tracking down Inu-Yasha on their way to the dinner hall. Together (and after Shippo had glomped the disgruntled hanyou-turned-human, much to Inu-Yasha's disgust,) they (finally) settled down to eat.
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Dinner was an abnormally loud affair. Normally, it was just laid out for several hours, and people straggled in at assorted times to eat—more often, they ended up dragging themselves into the kitchen at 2 AM and stealing food—either that, or they stashed it in their dorm.
Still, there normally wasn't a crowd any where near this large, and, even though most people managed to restrain themselves from shouting, the compiled din of so many voices neared a deafening volume. Therefore, if anyone heard Kagome when she excused herself, that in itself would have been a miracle. She slipped out the door, unnoticed in the throng of people, and meandered back to her dorm, thinking. She paused, briefly, thinking she heard footsteps behind her. They stopped when she did. You're being silly, Kagome. She scolded, continuing on, one part of her ear listening hesitantly. There it was again, there was someone following her! Unnerved, she sped up, no longer meandering, but cutting across the grass directly to her dorm. Months of training picked up hunting Shikon shards was hurriedly brushed off, now it was abundantly clear there was someone following her. He snapped a stick when she didn't, the slight rustle that indicated whoever it was was probably wearing a long coat…
Frightened, she began to run. "Kagome!" A familiar voice called behind her. "Kagome, wait!" She hit the dorm when hands grabbed her shoulders. "Kagome, why were you running?!"
"I-Inu-Yasha?" She flung herself against his chest, sobbing. "I- I thought…"
"Why'd you keep running away form me?" He asked angrily. "Couldn't you hear me calling?"
His temper began to ignite hers. "Well, excuse me. I thought I was being stalked." She pulled away from him. "Why were you following me anyway? I mean, creepy much? What's the big idea?!"
He was beginning to yell now. "I saw you leave dinner and you looked upset! I was worried about you, but I didn't want to disturb you!"
"Well for your information, Mr. High and Mighty," she backed away a step, "I can take care of myself." She twirled and ran, skirt flaring up enough to sufficiently distract Inu-Yasha when he should have been following her. (Ree-chan says: God, who knew fevers make you hentai?)
She ran into her dorm and started up the stairs, slamming the door to her room and locking it behind her, in case the creep tried to follow.
To her surprise, there was already someone there.
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Cursing, Inu-Yasha stood at the foot of the dorm, debating whether or nor to follow her up. It'll only piss her off more. Part of him pointed out practically.
So just tell her you need to talk. The other half of him reasoned. Girls are supposed to like that, aren't they? Besides, it's true…
You just 'talked' a few minutes ago, and look how well that went.
But… A scream from the upper levels of the dorm made up his mind for him. After nearly a year of bailing her out of trouble, it wasn't a scream he was ever likely to forget. He started for the stairs, then changed his mind. She'll have locked the door… In a flash, he sprinted towards the elevator, pressing the 'r' button as the door closed.
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"Wh-what are you doing in here?" she asked, backing up against the window.
"It's my sister's dorm." He answered. "I have a right to be her, don't I?"
She backed away further, only to find there was a bed in the way. "What do you want?"
"You got a new boyfriend." He stated coolly. Her eyes widened.
"I—I…"
He crossed the room in few short steps and pressed her against the bead stead. "You got a new boyfriend."
Suddenly, looking up at him, she was 14 again, completely in love with her new—and first—boyfriend. 14, naïve, frightened and scared. "H-Hojo-Kun, I…"
"Why did you do that, Kagome?" His eyes glinted dangerously. "This is all your fault. If you hadn't done that…" He tightened his grip around her shoulders and leaned down, kissing her roughly. She squirmed slightly in protest, but when his grip continued to grow tighter, she went limp with well-practiced ease. The pressure on her shoulders slowly forced her down till she was kneeling. She heard part of her skirt catch on the bed post and rip, and could feel his knee pressing into her stomach—he was squating in front of her.
"Kagome!" Someone—Inu-Yasha!—shouted. It was too far away—she wasn't sure…
One hand continued to press into her shoulder with bruising force, the other worked at her neck-tie and collar buttons, tearing them in his haste. She seriously considered passing out when she felt his tongue force it's way into her mouth.
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"Did you hear that?" Siri's head shut up. Her siblings paid attention, but Sango, seated next to her, scoffed.
"Hear what? You couldn't possibly hear anything over this din."
It was true, even though most people had left, the dining hall was still fairly noisy. Even Siri's parents had left, barely containing their distain for the college food, and leaving in search of 'edible sustinance.' "Probably caviar." Meg had commented sarcastically. Possibly, she could have heard something, but fed up with her attitude over nearly the past week, Sango was more then happy to return some of Siri's antagonism. Full, Kagome's parents had left to walk around campus not long after.
"Sango…-chan." Miroku added weakly, the hot eyes of several parents burning into his back. "Calm down, I'm sure…"
"Siri's got really good hearing…" Alex murmmered, watching his food… "Compensation… cuz her vision's so bad, her other senses…"
"There it is!" Siri shouted triumphantly. This time they all heard it—a high, chilling scream.
"It's… probably nothin… like, a game…" Meg tried to rationalize, but Shippo had already pushed his chair away, knocking it over in his haste. Sango and Miroku were less then half a second behind.
"That was Kagome!"
The remaining four exchanged glances, and, (mostly without Sota's urging,) followed hot on the heels of the first three.
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"Kagome!" It was closer, she was sure she heard it this time. Hearing his voice, knowing he was coming, gave her the courage she craved. Before she could back out, she clung to the sound of his voice and bit down on Hojo's tongue. Hard. Inu-Yasha—(climbing down the side of the wall—she made the not to scream at him later—) appeared in the window, fumbling to get it open. While Hojo was distracted by the pain in his mouth and the human at the window, Kagome scrambled away, and backwards, tearing her sleeve nearly off. She fell back heavilysomehoe managing to get caught between the two sets of beds. She strugled more, a sharp piece of metal cutting her shoulder. Her knee length skirt had been slit obscenely high when she'd been forced to the ground, her nylons practically shredded into non-existance. Inu-Yasha pounded furiously at the window. She shrieked and struggled, her still in tact sleeve slipping down to reveal a good expanse of shoulder and breast, along with four finger shaped bruises where he'd grabbed her earlier. Unaffected, Hojo continued to advance, grinning lecherously.
A/N: *sobs* Gomen ne… gomen ne, gomen ne, gomen ne, gomen ne, gomen ne. It wasn't supposed to be anything like that… I'ts just a rough time of year for me, and I don't know what the !@#$ I was thinking… Gomen ne… (mini spoiler listed below. BEWARE)
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