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Like Everyone Else
Chapter 2 Emotions
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She had never seen anyone on the roof before, so she didn't bother looking around when she opened the door and stepped outside. She gazed up towards the sun and smiled, it was a beautiful day. She hadn't noticed the body lying just a foot in front of her as she began walking further.
"Ahh!!" She slammed hard onto the cemented roof. "Fucking Hell!" She slowly began getting up. "That's gonna leave a mark," she mumbled.
"Watch where you're walking, stupid Wench!" A harsh voice yelled at her.
'Wench?' "Ugh." She rolled over onto her knees, feet tucked underneath her, to get a better look at what tripped her, and then berate it for calling her a wench. She rubbed her head. "Sorry bout that." She looked up. She couldn't help but stare, agape, at what looking back at her.
She had all but forgotten about yelling at the culprit. He had long black hair she wanted to touch just to see if it was as soft as it appeared. His eyes. 'Hmmmm.' They were a dark shade of purple, but. . . there was something in them, they seemed to be flashing or something, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. He did have a nice face, hard jaw; she would've even called him cute if it hadn't been for the huge scowl plastered across his face. She was getting lost in his eyes when he spoke, "Hey! What the hell are you staring at?!"
Shaking away her thoughts she said, "Huh? Oh. Um . sorry about that. (awkward silence while he stares at her) Uh . Inuyasha right? I think we have art together." He blinked for a moment. "I'm sorry I tripped. I wasn't paying attention."
"No Shit."
"What the hell's your problem?"
"You woke me up, wench!"
"What! Don't call me a wench!"
"Feh. Whatever." He spun around and headed for the door.
"Hey!" "Dumb son of a bitch. What a freak," she barely mumbled; she could hardly even hear herself. I second after speaking, in a flash, she found him kneeling in front of her, leaning forward with his hands gripped on her thighs in order to balance himself, and his face inches from hers.
"Watch what you say to me," he growled. His voice was deathly low, and it scared her. She was sure she shuddered when he spoke.
"I . . . I . . ." she searched for something to say, but was at a loss. 'How the hell did he hear me?' 'How could someone move that fast?' 'Why are his hands on my thighs?' Her heart started to beat a little faster. She looked into his, they seemed more sad than angry. A twinge of guilt pulled at her. She wasn't sure what she had said that was so terrible, but it had obviously hurt him. She looked deep into his eyes, "I'm sorry." She had never been more sincere in her life. Although she wasn't very fond of him at the moment, she didn't want to cause any pain either. He blinked, taken aback and relaxed a bit. She had never seen such emotion in someone's eyes before. 'His eyes! They did it again!' She swore that they had changed color for a second. 'Gold?!' She looked away slightly. No way. The trauma to the head must be having a bigger effect than she had thought. She was seeing things. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his hands flex and squeeze her legs. She could feel his breath on her face. It was warm and smelled surprisingly sweet. Her heart rate started to pick up again. When she returned her gaze to the cause of this reaction, she found his face even closer to hers than before, the scowl still there. His nails flexed again and began dig into her skin, although not enough to break the skin. Her heart sped up and began to beat rapidly. She liked the feeling of his hands and nails on her thighs. Her breathing became shorter. She wanted him to kiss her. 'I want him to WHAT?!' Her face turned bright red.
"Whatever." He stood up and whipped around, his hair sailing behind him.
"You don't have to be so rude," her cheeks returned to their normal color, "I did apologize." She was put off by how his attitude seemingly changed so quickly. She had thought he was really going to kiss her. 'Maybe I'm reading too much into this.' He hadn't said or done anything, really, to make her think that. She was basically going off of her reactions to him. 'That must be it.' But she could've sworn there was something there. She was starting to feel real stupid. 'God I'm such an idiot.'
"I don't give a shit what you have to say. You're just like the rest of them. You think everything should go your way." He looked down at her with a disgusted smirk on his face. "Selfish, spoiled bitch."
That. Was. It.
'What?!' Kagome screamed to herself. 'Selfish! Spoiled! Bitch!' She was mad. Mad that he didn't believe her apology was sincere. Mad at what he had just called her. Mad? She was beyond mad. The redness returned to her face. But it wasn't a blush this time. She was pissed; she was fuming. Fuck not wanting to cause him any pain. She wanted to take a bat and a make sure he'd NEVER be able to have children.
She jumped up. "What the fuck do you know?!" She had fire in her eyes. She jabbed her finger, hard, into his chest. "You don't know a god damn thing about me! And how dare you assume that you do!" His smirk turned to a look of shock; his eyes grew a little wider. His face then turned to a frown. No one had ever talked to him like this before. They knew better. She continued, "I said I was sorry, and I meant it. Who the hell do you think you are -" He forcefully grabbed her wrist from his chest. He was staring at her. She couldn't read his eyes. They looked conflicted. She didn't know what to think. "Y-you're hurting me," she said quietly. After a few moments, he finally released his grip and dropped her arm.
"Whatever," he turned around and walked towards the door. "Just leave me alone." With that the door closed behind him.
She stood there for a moment. Staring at the door and rubbing her wrist. It hadn't really hurt that much. 'What the hell was that?' She never lost her temper like that. She prided herself on being able to stay in control in tense situations. It wasn't just pride, it was necessity. She had been in far worse situations than this and had been able to remain perfectly calm. Why not now? How could one person so easily make her crack? She needed to be careful; she couldn't let her façade start to break. 'It's not breaking! I'm just tired, and stressed. That's all.' Yeah, right. "Shit." This wasn't good. She balled up the grey hoodie she brought with and attempted to fall asleep.
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'Who did she think she was talking to me like that?! Nobody talks to me like that.' "Damn right! Stupid bitch." 'She's in my art class? How had I not noticed her?' He knew Kagome. Well, not really know. More like knew of. They hung out with some of the same people, but never together. He had never seen her at any parties of anything. "Hmph." You could say they were part of the same clique at school. Although he hated most of the people he hung out with except for a select few. He wasn't sure why he even hung out with them. The majority were rich and pretentious. He guessed it was better than being ostracized and alone. Kagome was like the rest of them - spoiled and pretentious. 'Is she?' He never saw her, or any girl yell like that; or who swore like that. He began to smirk to himself. 'She looked really cute all fired up like that.' "What?!" He straitened up quickly. He blushed slightly and looked around to see if anyone had seen him. What was he thinking?! He didn't like her. 'Yes you do.' "I do not!" 'She did smell nice though.' What was it? He wasn't sure what the fragrance was, but he did like breathing it in when they had been so close to one another. I slight smile began to creep to his face before he caught it. "No I didn't!" 'Maybe she's different from the rest.' Could she be? Is she different? She had made him lose control of his emotions. No one had done that in a long time. He had felt himself start to change, his eyes; his claws. But he caught himself before she could see anymore. "What a freak." "NO." She wasn't different. She had called him a freak and a son of a bitch. 'You weren't that nice to her either.' "No." 'She's just like everyone else.' "Exactly."
"Hearing voices again?"
Inuyasha turned to see a guy with black hair, tied in a short ponytail and the base of his neck. He had purple eyes, but a lighter shade than Inuyasha's. "Ugh. Fuck off Miroku."
"Nice to see you too my friend." Inuyasha didn't say anything. "Come on, I'm just kidding." Miroku placed his hand on his best friend's shoulder. "I know the voices stopped ages ago," he said, a huge grin on his face.
Inuyasha slapped his hand from his shoulder. "Let's go. I'm hungry." The two walked towards the cafeteria.
A/N - Short. Yeah I now, but there's another for tomorrow. All reviews welcomed good or bad (just be sort of constructive - we aren't animals. Hahaha () Later.
Like Everyone Else
Chapter 2 Emotions
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She had never seen anyone on the roof before, so she didn't bother looking around when she opened the door and stepped outside. She gazed up towards the sun and smiled, it was a beautiful day. She hadn't noticed the body lying just a foot in front of her as she began walking further.
"Ahh!!" She slammed hard onto the cemented roof. "Fucking Hell!" She slowly began getting up. "That's gonna leave a mark," she mumbled.
"Watch where you're walking, stupid Wench!" A harsh voice yelled at her.
'Wench?' "Ugh." She rolled over onto her knees, feet tucked underneath her, to get a better look at what tripped her, and then berate it for calling her a wench. She rubbed her head. "Sorry bout that." She looked up. She couldn't help but stare, agape, at what looking back at her.
She had all but forgotten about yelling at the culprit. He had long black hair she wanted to touch just to see if it was as soft as it appeared. His eyes. 'Hmmmm.' They were a dark shade of purple, but. . . there was something in them, they seemed to be flashing or something, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. He did have a nice face, hard jaw; she would've even called him cute if it hadn't been for the huge scowl plastered across his face. She was getting lost in his eyes when he spoke, "Hey! What the hell are you staring at?!"
Shaking away her thoughts she said, "Huh? Oh. Um . sorry about that. (awkward silence while he stares at her) Uh . Inuyasha right? I think we have art together." He blinked for a moment. "I'm sorry I tripped. I wasn't paying attention."
"No Shit."
"What the hell's your problem?"
"You woke me up, wench!"
"What! Don't call me a wench!"
"Feh. Whatever." He spun around and headed for the door.
"Hey!" "Dumb son of a bitch. What a freak," she barely mumbled; she could hardly even hear herself. I second after speaking, in a flash, she found him kneeling in front of her, leaning forward with his hands gripped on her thighs in order to balance himself, and his face inches from hers.
"Watch what you say to me," he growled. His voice was deathly low, and it scared her. She was sure she shuddered when he spoke.
"I . . . I . . ." she searched for something to say, but was at a loss. 'How the hell did he hear me?' 'How could someone move that fast?' 'Why are his hands on my thighs?' Her heart started to beat a little faster. She looked into his, they seemed more sad than angry. A twinge of guilt pulled at her. She wasn't sure what she had said that was so terrible, but it had obviously hurt him. She looked deep into his eyes, "I'm sorry." She had never been more sincere in her life. Although she wasn't very fond of him at the moment, she didn't want to cause any pain either. He blinked, taken aback and relaxed a bit. She had never seen such emotion in someone's eyes before. 'His eyes! They did it again!' She swore that they had changed color for a second. 'Gold?!' She looked away slightly. No way. The trauma to the head must be having a bigger effect than she had thought. She was seeing things. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his hands flex and squeeze her legs. She could feel his breath on her face. It was warm and smelled surprisingly sweet. Her heart rate started to pick up again. When she returned her gaze to the cause of this reaction, she found his face even closer to hers than before, the scowl still there. His nails flexed again and began dig into her skin, although not enough to break the skin. Her heart sped up and began to beat rapidly. She liked the feeling of his hands and nails on her thighs. Her breathing became shorter. She wanted him to kiss her. 'I want him to WHAT?!' Her face turned bright red.
"Whatever." He stood up and whipped around, his hair sailing behind him.
"You don't have to be so rude," her cheeks returned to their normal color, "I did apologize." She was put off by how his attitude seemingly changed so quickly. She had thought he was really going to kiss her. 'Maybe I'm reading too much into this.' He hadn't said or done anything, really, to make her think that. She was basically going off of her reactions to him. 'That must be it.' But she could've sworn there was something there. She was starting to feel real stupid. 'God I'm such an idiot.'
"I don't give a shit what you have to say. You're just like the rest of them. You think everything should go your way." He looked down at her with a disgusted smirk on his face. "Selfish, spoiled bitch."
That. Was. It.
'What?!' Kagome screamed to herself. 'Selfish! Spoiled! Bitch!' She was mad. Mad that he didn't believe her apology was sincere. Mad at what he had just called her. Mad? She was beyond mad. The redness returned to her face. But it wasn't a blush this time. She was pissed; she was fuming. Fuck not wanting to cause him any pain. She wanted to take a bat and a make sure he'd NEVER be able to have children.
She jumped up. "What the fuck do you know?!" She had fire in her eyes. She jabbed her finger, hard, into his chest. "You don't know a god damn thing about me! And how dare you assume that you do!" His smirk turned to a look of shock; his eyes grew a little wider. His face then turned to a frown. No one had ever talked to him like this before. They knew better. She continued, "I said I was sorry, and I meant it. Who the hell do you think you are -" He forcefully grabbed her wrist from his chest. He was staring at her. She couldn't read his eyes. They looked conflicted. She didn't know what to think. "Y-you're hurting me," she said quietly. After a few moments, he finally released his grip and dropped her arm.
"Whatever," he turned around and walked towards the door. "Just leave me alone." With that the door closed behind him.
She stood there for a moment. Staring at the door and rubbing her wrist. It hadn't really hurt that much. 'What the hell was that?' She never lost her temper like that. She prided herself on being able to stay in control in tense situations. It wasn't just pride, it was necessity. She had been in far worse situations than this and had been able to remain perfectly calm. Why not now? How could one person so easily make her crack? She needed to be careful; she couldn't let her façade start to break. 'It's not breaking! I'm just tired, and stressed. That's all.' Yeah, right. "Shit." This wasn't good. She balled up the grey hoodie she brought with and attempted to fall asleep.
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'Who did she think she was talking to me like that?! Nobody talks to me like that.' "Damn right! Stupid bitch." 'She's in my art class? How had I not noticed her?' He knew Kagome. Well, not really know. More like knew of. They hung out with some of the same people, but never together. He had never seen her at any parties of anything. "Hmph." You could say they were part of the same clique at school. Although he hated most of the people he hung out with except for a select few. He wasn't sure why he even hung out with them. The majority were rich and pretentious. He guessed it was better than being ostracized and alone. Kagome was like the rest of them - spoiled and pretentious. 'Is she?' He never saw her, or any girl yell like that; or who swore like that. He began to smirk to himself. 'She looked really cute all fired up like that.' "What?!" He straitened up quickly. He blushed slightly and looked around to see if anyone had seen him. What was he thinking?! He didn't like her. 'Yes you do.' "I do not!" 'She did smell nice though.' What was it? He wasn't sure what the fragrance was, but he did like breathing it in when they had been so close to one another. I slight smile began to creep to his face before he caught it. "No I didn't!" 'Maybe she's different from the rest.' Could she be? Is she different? She had made him lose control of his emotions. No one had done that in a long time. He had felt himself start to change, his eyes; his claws. But he caught himself before she could see anymore. "What a freak." "NO." She wasn't different. She had called him a freak and a son of a bitch. 'You weren't that nice to her either.' "No." 'She's just like everyone else.' "Exactly."
"Hearing voices again?"
Inuyasha turned to see a guy with black hair, tied in a short ponytail and the base of his neck. He had purple eyes, but a lighter shade than Inuyasha's. "Ugh. Fuck off Miroku."
"Nice to see you too my friend." Inuyasha didn't say anything. "Come on, I'm just kidding." Miroku placed his hand on his best friend's shoulder. "I know the voices stopped ages ago," he said, a huge grin on his face.
Inuyasha slapped his hand from his shoulder. "Let's go. I'm hungry." The two walked towards the cafeteria.
A/N - Short. Yeah I now, but there's another for tomorrow. All reviews welcomed good or bad (just be sort of constructive - we aren't animals. Hahaha () Later.