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A Diary Chapter 2: Kagome's Side
{Kagome}
Kagome felt warmth wash over her cold toes and the blanket inch slowly down her chest as she slept lightly. She let out a soft moan and turned her head to face the warm fire. She heard soft rummaging in her pack. Her eyes fluttered open, a couple seconds after the noise stopped and a soft thump could be heard as someone sat down on the creaky wooden floor. She sat up, looking towards her bag. ready to scream and wake up Inu-yasha to rescue her from a thief after the shards, when she noticed it WAS Inu-yasha. He was holding her diary. Reading her diary. Careful not to make a sound she slowly rose herself onto her feet, keeping her blanket wrapped around her to protect her from the chilly air.
"Inu-yasha."
He whirled around and saw Kagome standing before the fire. She saw tears. Tears in his eyes. They flowed down his cheeks like delicate crystals, flickering reds and oranges in the firelight. 'Inu-yasha. Inu-yasha is. is crying? But why? Why is he crying?' she thought to herself. He dropped the diary on the floor with a thud and turned away from her. She walked over to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. She felt him shake and sob silently.
"Inu-yasha, what's the matter?" she asked him, her voice overflowed with worry, but if Inu-yasha noticed it he didn't do anything to reassure her. said nothing to her.
"Inu-yasha."
"Don't touch me. Don't SPEAK TO ME!" He shouted back, still sobbing silently. He stood up, his head still lowered and eyes closed the silent mass of tears still flowing freely. He walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out into the dark and howling wind. Kagome just stood there in awe. She had never seen Inu-yasha cry. Not once. She heard him mumble one day about being strong, and never crying. Something had hurt him. Something MUST have hurt him badly to make those kinds of tears. ' I know I'll never get it out of him. I know! I'll give him a diary for Christmas! A handmade one! That's PERFECT! He can confide in something and let out his emotions! I am a genius.' She thought.
~*~
"MR. NAKAJIMA! MR. NAKAJIMA!" Kagome huffed, funning up to the village butcher. "Mr. Naka. jima. sir." she huffed, bending down to catch her breath. The middle-aged man turned around, and his face lit up with a smile upon seeing the young girl.
"Ahh! My favorite customer! What can I do for you today, Kagome?" He said, as the smile stayed plastered on his face.
"Mr. Nakajima, good day," she said bowing, "I was wondering if I could buy some leather from you." she asked him, breathing slightly normal now.
"No need to pay me! Anything for the reincarnation of the priestess Kikyo!" he said cheerily.
A Diary Chapter 2: Kagome's Side
{Kagome}
Kagome felt warmth wash over her cold toes and the blanket inch slowly down her chest as she slept lightly. She let out a soft moan and turned her head to face the warm fire. She heard soft rummaging in her pack. Her eyes fluttered open, a couple seconds after the noise stopped and a soft thump could be heard as someone sat down on the creaky wooden floor. She sat up, looking towards her bag. ready to scream and wake up Inu-yasha to rescue her from a thief after the shards, when she noticed it WAS Inu-yasha. He was holding her diary. Reading her diary. Careful not to make a sound she slowly rose herself onto her feet, keeping her blanket wrapped around her to protect her from the chilly air.
"Inu-yasha."
He whirled around and saw Kagome standing before the fire. She saw tears. Tears in his eyes. They flowed down his cheeks like delicate crystals, flickering reds and oranges in the firelight. 'Inu-yasha. Inu-yasha is. is crying? But why? Why is he crying?' she thought to herself. He dropped the diary on the floor with a thud and turned away from her. She walked over to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. She felt him shake and sob silently.
"Inu-yasha, what's the matter?" she asked him, her voice overflowed with worry, but if Inu-yasha noticed it he didn't do anything to reassure her. said nothing to her.
"Inu-yasha."
"Don't touch me. Don't SPEAK TO ME!" He shouted back, still sobbing silently. He stood up, his head still lowered and eyes closed the silent mass of tears still flowing freely. He walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out into the dark and howling wind. Kagome just stood there in awe. She had never seen Inu-yasha cry. Not once. She heard him mumble one day about being strong, and never crying. Something had hurt him. Something MUST have hurt him badly to make those kinds of tears. ' I know I'll never get it out of him. I know! I'll give him a diary for Christmas! A handmade one! That's PERFECT! He can confide in something and let out his emotions! I am a genius.' She thought.
~*~
"MR. NAKAJIMA! MR. NAKAJIMA!" Kagome huffed, funning up to the village butcher. "Mr. Naka. jima. sir." she huffed, bending down to catch her breath. The middle-aged man turned around, and his face lit up with a smile upon seeing the young girl.
"Ahh! My favorite customer! What can I do for you today, Kagome?" He said, as the smile stayed plastered on his face.
"Mr. Nakajima, good day," she said bowing, "I was wondering if I could buy some leather from you." she asked him, breathing slightly normal now.
"No need to pay me! Anything for the reincarnation of the priestess Kikyo!" he said cheerily.