Chapter 5
Kagome mournfully sighed as she completed the leap to her own era for the last time. Kagome rolled the phrase, 'the last time', around in her brain.
"Part of me wants to be here, in my own time, but my heart wants to go back to feudal Japan. Oh, well I cant do much about that now can I. I am stuck here." She said as she began to climb the ladder with her huge pack weighing her down. Kagome grunted as she lifted one of her slender, but muscular legs and laid it on the first rung. Using her arm strength she grabbed skillfully with her small hands onto the sixth run and pulled her right foot onto he second rung, grunting in the struggle of carrying a huge pack up a ninety-degree slope. This tedious and painful process lasted five long minutes until she finally reached the top of the well. Wherein lied the problem of getting the bag onto the other side of the well. She taxingly hoisted the heavy bag over her shoulder, but before it could drop to the ground below she nearly lost her balance and almost fell to the bottom of the well. Luckily, she grabbed on at the perfect moment and remained on the ladder.
"Grrr.. well now for attempt two!" Kagome stated with certain frustration, as she tried to hurl the bag over her shoulder again. She was near falling into the well when a strong arm grasped both her wrist and her bag.
"Inuyasha?" she asked as she was pulled out of the well, bag and all.
"No silly, it's me!" the young man exclaimed with a giggle his brown eyes twinkled in his naïve confidence.
"HOJO!" she yelled as she observed his cute face and kind eyes, "How did you know about the well?" she then asked as she dusted off her uniform and walked out of the old temple, and for nostalgia's sake looked back at the eerie well, and its dreary tint, realizing this was the last time she'd ever enter it again.
"Oh Kagome, I know because your grandpa said that the only herbs that could heal your numerous ailments were found in the bottom of that well." Kagome sighed at Hojo's naiveté and at her grandfather's enjoyment at making her a walking plague as she wiped an imaginary sweat drop from her brow.
"Kagome, you look tired, and what is that red mark on your neck?" Hojo asked looking curiously Kagome, whose face was now flushed.
"Oh it's just a boil I got from one of my ailments." She said, obviously lying as she felt the red hickie on her neck, annoyed at its appearance just above the surface of her skin. Hojo's face grew wide with desperate anguish as he cried,
"You have boils too! I only brought medicine for small pox and influenza! I'll be back with more medicine. See Ya!" Hojo stated as he ran through the gardens, and down the steps that separated Kagome's property from the busy street below. Kagome walked sulkily to her home on the property and silently into the setting of her home, which should've been a comforting site, but wasn't.
"Geez, its been ages since I've even walked in here." She said happily, as she flew into her room and grew comforted in its familiarity.
Miroku lightly caressed Sango's swollen ankle hoping through his massage from his calloused, but gentle fingers he could ease some of his dear Taji-ya's pain.
' You're fooling yourself. You can't be rid of all her pain. She just lost a sister' His inner voice melancholy like explained, as he placed a homemade wooden cast connected with some spare fabric from his robe onto her foot arranging the makeshift cast on her leg, so Sango could have support for her angered ligament.
"You are pretty skilled in healing Miroku." Sango noted, grinning slightly, making her already puffy eyes seem smaller. Miroku chuckled as he mentally noted,
'I am a monk.' However, he said, as he set her injured limb down.
"I'm not that good, you're still in pain." He stated sadly, as his keen lavender eyes looked deep into hers. Sango diverted her brown eyes and muttered soundlessly,
" Some things can't be healed by medicine." With that she added a sigh of anguish. Miroku however, chose not to hear, it caused him too much pain to comprehend what she was saying, although he knew better than not to ignore this, he did not want to rush her, nor did he want to risk rejection or worse, risk her livelihood.
'Miroku, why do you sit and pretend that she is not distraught?' his all-knowing inner voice accusingly asked the monk, who was now lost in contemplation.
' I fear I would be too bold.' He answered, as he looked at Sango, whose very manner caused his heartstrings to jerk.
' Look at her, she is distraught, comfort her, like you did all the other women who needed a hug.' Miroku thoughts insulted his obnoxious inner voice,
'Sango is different. She is strong. She can bear this.' He explained, trying to rationalize his sudden withdrawal as he continued making the dinner.
'She is no different, she is still a woman, and you know it too. Her eyes plead for your embrace yet you deny her. You are cruel beyond belief I'm ashamed to be your conscious!' his inner voice barked causing Miroku to slice the cutting knife into his finger.
"Ow!" He exclaimed as his wound stung and blood flowed slowly from the thin slice in his finger. Sango's head jerked at Miroku's outcry of pain and her eyes maneuvered toward the monk.
'Curse you!' Miroku exclaimed in his thoughts as he wiped off the wound with his holy vestments. His conscience on replied,
'You deserved that. TeeHee!' Miroku about cursed aloud, but then saw Sango's brown eyes resting upon him.
"Miroku," she quietly questioned, as his eyes looked deep into hers, searching to find her feelings for him.
'There it is!" His inner voice declared as Miroku noticed a glint of desire laced discretely throughout her brown eyes. Sango returned Miroku's keen glance, and when Miroku's lavender eyes sadly noted her pain that she concealed deep within but obviously so.
'You cruel bastard,' his conscience noted again, 'just go up and lovingly embrace her I assure you it will work.' Miroku internally gave his conscience a wry smile and,
'Don't you think I know that you fool! Now if I only got over this nervousness. Odd isn't it.' He answered his conscience, with that the dinner was forgotten as he slowly stood, memorizing the confused look on his dear Tajii-Ya's face. His gorgeous lavender eyes studied her tearstained face as he began to move his bare feet along the dirt floor, his eyes never drifting from hers.
While Sango was relieved when she saw the care Miroku held for her in his stunning eyes, she was still curious and what his next plans were. Sango felt a pink blush creep onto her cheeks as she memorized Miroku's look, the look of concern and tenderness, mixed with long-held desire. She glanced down to her feet unable to hold his tender glare.
This is when Miroku took his opportunity,
'Here goes nothing.' He thought with a grin as he sunk on his knees to Sango's level and grabbed her small hand tenderly within his own. Sango's attention was immediately drawn from her feet to her hand encased within Miroku's own. Sango found words quite difficult at the moment as Miroku tenderly turned her palm towards the open air and gently drew his fingers across her hand lines,
"This line means here," he calmly began, looking directly into Sango's shocked eyes with his own tender lavender ones, "That regardless of your troubles in the past and your loneliness and all those who have abandoned you, that you will be alone any more." He said very deliberately as he wrapped one strong arm tenderly around Sango's now trembling frame. He very slowly pulled Sango close to him so the side of her face was pushed gently against his chest, but still held onto her hand, which he continued to read her fortune, hoping this form of expression was adequate. Miroku pointed to a second line on her hand and entrancingly traced it over and over again,
"This line here states, that the one to relieve you of your loneliness is closer than you may think." He added as he gently kissed her forehead, and looked tenderly into her brown eyes where the look of joy began to fill in the gaps of surprise and sadness. Her heartbeat rapidly rose as the realization of Miroku's palm reading came into full view. She was absolutely certain the heat that gathered in her cheeks burnt through the thick fabric of his priestly robes. Miroku looked upon Sango's burning face and smiled coaxingly; glad at the joy he brought to Sango's sweet face.
"And Sango," he said compassionately, as he lifted her hand toward his own blushing face, and tenderly brushed a kind kiss in the middle of her palm with his soft lips, that were much accustomed to kissing. Her stare grew more joyful in anticipation of his next words, " your third line says, I love you, and I pray to Buddha that my love does not remain unrequited." Finished with his declaration he moved her hand onto his heart.
" I am now done searching." He said staring deep into Sango's brown eyes, memorizing every shade that lay within them, and falling further into love with the woman who was his long ago.
"Miroku.. I.." Sango falteringly began while her lips quivered. She removed her hand from his and tentatively lifted it and gently brushed the smooth back of her hand against Miroku's warmed cheek. Suddenly, she demurely began to withdraw her hand from his cheek as she developed a charming shyness, but before she could totally remove her hand Miroku's own abruptly grasped it, and gently pulled it onto his cheek again,
"Don't stop." He quietly, almost seductive like said, as he drew her in closer to himself and locked his eyes with her own.
'What is he doing?' Sango mentally asked as her eyes darted around in excited curiosity. Miroku's other hand began to light caress Sango's arm. She felt her pulse quicken ten fold and her breaths grow rapid. Soon Miroku's caressing hand left her arm entirely and his fingertips danced enticingly over the back of her neck. Causing Sango to loose all her senses, as they relished in Miroku's attention. She was now the one who moved closer without the assistance of Miroku, and he embraced his dear Tajii-ya warmly. Communication was no longer necessary between them, they both knew of the affections they bore towards each other. Gently, Sango placed her arms around Miroku's neck, to Miroku's own surprise, and closed the rest of the distance that lay between them. Miroku savored every minute of this closed gap as he felt the curves on her chest mold with his flat chest, but he was happier when a bold Sango captured his lips with hers, and held them on there in a lingering kiss. However, no matter how bold Sango had become Miroku was the one to deepen the kiss, as it turned from gentle, to desperately passionate. Minutes passed, but the couples kiss or embrace did not end, however when Sango felt Miroku's right leg wrap protectively and possessively around Sango's slim, sitting frame as he prepared for the next step, she paused, and drew her face away from Miroku's. She looked directly into his eyes, utterly confused, she asked through the language of starring what he was doing. Miroku answered her question with another question as his eyes said, "Will you please marry me, and bear me a child?" Sango blushed, and instead of demurely turning away, she answered his question, yes, with a full and desperately passionate kiss on his lips. There they began but as we all know it did not end there.
Shippo sat sadly on the ledge of the well and looked into the black void that somehow transported Kagome to a completely different era.
"Why did she have to go?" Shippo whined as his little fox eyes memorized every corner of the well.
"I bet it's all that stupid, dense Inuyasha's fault!" he exclaimed leaping down from the well, and onto the green grass below.
Inuyasha, sighed unenthusiastically as he sat on a tree branch, more than anything desiring peace of mind,
"I think we both did the right thing." Inuyasha half-stated, half asked as he memorized the patterns the clouds made in the pretty blue sky above, tracing them with his golden eyes.
"I hope we both did the right thing." He bemoaned with little confidence, "But if we did the right thing, why is there still this pain lingering in me?" He inquired to himself. He didn't even know why he was suddenly confiding in himself; maybe it was his own form of consolation. This constant questioning and second-guessing half mystified him, and really did little to console him and while he felt no tears grace his striped cheek, he did feel the tingling sense of loss that you get when you finally realize its over. Normally, he would feel very insecure at expressing his thoughts so freely, but in his tree, in the branches above, and in the protection that defying gravity so simply gave he felt as if only he could hear himself, that he was the only one who knew of his loss. So, in peace and thought he dwelled in the protection of treetops, gentle breezes drifting through, and the sun imprinting patches of golden light on the loosely shaded umbrella of leaves.
Back in the Modern Era, Kagome could not help but let her eyes wonder as she sat on her school desk. Absently, her brown eyes scanned the horizon that was displayed through the windows.
'It's so dull in here." She sighed to herself while observing her English professor teach her class the importance of the word 'chair'. As she gazed out the window and saw the city of Tokyo in all it's glory, she found it hard to imagine, just several hundred years ago it was a tiny village, that guarded a sacred jewel.
' I wonder what Inuyasha is doing now.I mean.then?' she asked as she felt the large red bump on her neck, or Inuyasha's claim to her body and soul.
'Why did I ever refuse such an offer?' She bemoaned, and taxingly turned her attention from the outside world to the chalkboard, where she discovered they had moved form discussing the word 'chair', to the review verb 'sit'. She lightly chuckled at the meaning of hat word as it briefly entertained a void in her mind and heart. Sadly, as soon as it filled the void it left to entreat some others heart and Kagome realized the hard way, memories never accomplish anything especially when you're still in love. Suddenly, the afternoon bell ringing loudly through out the school, dismissing the anxious school children from imprisonment interrupted her thoughts. She watched the other students rush out to attend extra- curricular activites, study, or just plain have a good time. She, soon after the crowd had cleared, sulked out of the classroom, and into the busy hallway where locker slammed, students chatted, and her friend were nowhere in sight,
'I guess that's what you get for hanging out in feudal Japan all the time.' She thought, being slightly amused, and walked briskly to her locker. As she transferred her books from her locker to her bag, completely separated from reality she thought about Inuyasha, the one thing she could not remove from her mind.
The energetic and naïve Hojo silently walked towards Kagome's locker, his brown eyes filled with excitement at seeing his vision of perfection alone and approachable.
'Maybe now I can talk to her!' his thought exclaimed as he strode towards Kagome, who still was located at her locker.
"Kagome!" he yelled, waving his hand high in the air. She whipped her head in his direction and seeing it was the unshakable Hojo moaned under her breath, but strangely another thought popped into her, however she dismissed the thought saying silently,
"Who could ever replace Inuyasha?" And there Hojo stood expectantly with a cute grin (^_^), and asked with energy,
"You know Kagome, since your back, and all better I was wondering if maybe you might want to go see a movie!" Her brown eyes stared thoughtfully at the rather naïve Hojo, and carefully considered his proposition,
'Hmmm. Since I can't ever see Inuyasha again, unless he comes for me, which I doubt I might as well start seeing people. And after all Hojo does really like me (^_^) so what's the harm!'
"Sure Hojo! That really sounds like fun!" Hojo's eyes brightened and he said gladly,
"Great, So I'll pick you up at 7?" Kagome nodded and thought,
'This might actually help me get over Inuyasha?' as Hojo walked off.
A/n- I kinda wanted to expand the part of Hojo..I mean the poor guy..
Kagome mournfully sighed as she completed the leap to her own era for the last time. Kagome rolled the phrase, 'the last time', around in her brain.
"Part of me wants to be here, in my own time, but my heart wants to go back to feudal Japan. Oh, well I cant do much about that now can I. I am stuck here." She said as she began to climb the ladder with her huge pack weighing her down. Kagome grunted as she lifted one of her slender, but muscular legs and laid it on the first rung. Using her arm strength she grabbed skillfully with her small hands onto the sixth run and pulled her right foot onto he second rung, grunting in the struggle of carrying a huge pack up a ninety-degree slope. This tedious and painful process lasted five long minutes until she finally reached the top of the well. Wherein lied the problem of getting the bag onto the other side of the well. She taxingly hoisted the heavy bag over her shoulder, but before it could drop to the ground below she nearly lost her balance and almost fell to the bottom of the well. Luckily, she grabbed on at the perfect moment and remained on the ladder.
"Grrr.. well now for attempt two!" Kagome stated with certain frustration, as she tried to hurl the bag over her shoulder again. She was near falling into the well when a strong arm grasped both her wrist and her bag.
"Inuyasha?" she asked as she was pulled out of the well, bag and all.
"No silly, it's me!" the young man exclaimed with a giggle his brown eyes twinkled in his naïve confidence.
"HOJO!" she yelled as she observed his cute face and kind eyes, "How did you know about the well?" she then asked as she dusted off her uniform and walked out of the old temple, and for nostalgia's sake looked back at the eerie well, and its dreary tint, realizing this was the last time she'd ever enter it again.
"Oh Kagome, I know because your grandpa said that the only herbs that could heal your numerous ailments were found in the bottom of that well." Kagome sighed at Hojo's naiveté and at her grandfather's enjoyment at making her a walking plague as she wiped an imaginary sweat drop from her brow.
"Kagome, you look tired, and what is that red mark on your neck?" Hojo asked looking curiously Kagome, whose face was now flushed.
"Oh it's just a boil I got from one of my ailments." She said, obviously lying as she felt the red hickie on her neck, annoyed at its appearance just above the surface of her skin. Hojo's face grew wide with desperate anguish as he cried,
"You have boils too! I only brought medicine for small pox and influenza! I'll be back with more medicine. See Ya!" Hojo stated as he ran through the gardens, and down the steps that separated Kagome's property from the busy street below. Kagome walked sulkily to her home on the property and silently into the setting of her home, which should've been a comforting site, but wasn't.
"Geez, its been ages since I've even walked in here." She said happily, as she flew into her room and grew comforted in its familiarity.
Miroku lightly caressed Sango's swollen ankle hoping through his massage from his calloused, but gentle fingers he could ease some of his dear Taji-ya's pain.
' You're fooling yourself. You can't be rid of all her pain. She just lost a sister' His inner voice melancholy like explained, as he placed a homemade wooden cast connected with some spare fabric from his robe onto her foot arranging the makeshift cast on her leg, so Sango could have support for her angered ligament.
"You are pretty skilled in healing Miroku." Sango noted, grinning slightly, making her already puffy eyes seem smaller. Miroku chuckled as he mentally noted,
'I am a monk.' However, he said, as he set her injured limb down.
"I'm not that good, you're still in pain." He stated sadly, as his keen lavender eyes looked deep into hers. Sango diverted her brown eyes and muttered soundlessly,
" Some things can't be healed by medicine." With that she added a sigh of anguish. Miroku however, chose not to hear, it caused him too much pain to comprehend what she was saying, although he knew better than not to ignore this, he did not want to rush her, nor did he want to risk rejection or worse, risk her livelihood.
'Miroku, why do you sit and pretend that she is not distraught?' his all-knowing inner voice accusingly asked the monk, who was now lost in contemplation.
' I fear I would be too bold.' He answered, as he looked at Sango, whose very manner caused his heartstrings to jerk.
' Look at her, she is distraught, comfort her, like you did all the other women who needed a hug.' Miroku thoughts insulted his obnoxious inner voice,
'Sango is different. She is strong. She can bear this.' He explained, trying to rationalize his sudden withdrawal as he continued making the dinner.
'She is no different, she is still a woman, and you know it too. Her eyes plead for your embrace yet you deny her. You are cruel beyond belief I'm ashamed to be your conscious!' his inner voice barked causing Miroku to slice the cutting knife into his finger.
"Ow!" He exclaimed as his wound stung and blood flowed slowly from the thin slice in his finger. Sango's head jerked at Miroku's outcry of pain and her eyes maneuvered toward the monk.
'Curse you!' Miroku exclaimed in his thoughts as he wiped off the wound with his holy vestments. His conscience on replied,
'You deserved that. TeeHee!' Miroku about cursed aloud, but then saw Sango's brown eyes resting upon him.
"Miroku," she quietly questioned, as his eyes looked deep into hers, searching to find her feelings for him.
'There it is!" His inner voice declared as Miroku noticed a glint of desire laced discretely throughout her brown eyes. Sango returned Miroku's keen glance, and when Miroku's lavender eyes sadly noted her pain that she concealed deep within but obviously so.
'You cruel bastard,' his conscience noted again, 'just go up and lovingly embrace her I assure you it will work.' Miroku internally gave his conscience a wry smile and,
'Don't you think I know that you fool! Now if I only got over this nervousness. Odd isn't it.' He answered his conscience, with that the dinner was forgotten as he slowly stood, memorizing the confused look on his dear Tajii-Ya's face. His gorgeous lavender eyes studied her tearstained face as he began to move his bare feet along the dirt floor, his eyes never drifting from hers.
While Sango was relieved when she saw the care Miroku held for her in his stunning eyes, she was still curious and what his next plans were. Sango felt a pink blush creep onto her cheeks as she memorized Miroku's look, the look of concern and tenderness, mixed with long-held desire. She glanced down to her feet unable to hold his tender glare.
This is when Miroku took his opportunity,
'Here goes nothing.' He thought with a grin as he sunk on his knees to Sango's level and grabbed her small hand tenderly within his own. Sango's attention was immediately drawn from her feet to her hand encased within Miroku's own. Sango found words quite difficult at the moment as Miroku tenderly turned her palm towards the open air and gently drew his fingers across her hand lines,
"This line means here," he calmly began, looking directly into Sango's shocked eyes with his own tender lavender ones, "That regardless of your troubles in the past and your loneliness and all those who have abandoned you, that you will be alone any more." He said very deliberately as he wrapped one strong arm tenderly around Sango's now trembling frame. He very slowly pulled Sango close to him so the side of her face was pushed gently against his chest, but still held onto her hand, which he continued to read her fortune, hoping this form of expression was adequate. Miroku pointed to a second line on her hand and entrancingly traced it over and over again,
"This line here states, that the one to relieve you of your loneliness is closer than you may think." He added as he gently kissed her forehead, and looked tenderly into her brown eyes where the look of joy began to fill in the gaps of surprise and sadness. Her heartbeat rapidly rose as the realization of Miroku's palm reading came into full view. She was absolutely certain the heat that gathered in her cheeks burnt through the thick fabric of his priestly robes. Miroku looked upon Sango's burning face and smiled coaxingly; glad at the joy he brought to Sango's sweet face.
"And Sango," he said compassionately, as he lifted her hand toward his own blushing face, and tenderly brushed a kind kiss in the middle of her palm with his soft lips, that were much accustomed to kissing. Her stare grew more joyful in anticipation of his next words, " your third line says, I love you, and I pray to Buddha that my love does not remain unrequited." Finished with his declaration he moved her hand onto his heart.
" I am now done searching." He said staring deep into Sango's brown eyes, memorizing every shade that lay within them, and falling further into love with the woman who was his long ago.
"Miroku.. I.." Sango falteringly began while her lips quivered. She removed her hand from his and tentatively lifted it and gently brushed the smooth back of her hand against Miroku's warmed cheek. Suddenly, she demurely began to withdraw her hand from his cheek as she developed a charming shyness, but before she could totally remove her hand Miroku's own abruptly grasped it, and gently pulled it onto his cheek again,
"Don't stop." He quietly, almost seductive like said, as he drew her in closer to himself and locked his eyes with her own.
'What is he doing?' Sango mentally asked as her eyes darted around in excited curiosity. Miroku's other hand began to light caress Sango's arm. She felt her pulse quicken ten fold and her breaths grow rapid. Soon Miroku's caressing hand left her arm entirely and his fingertips danced enticingly over the back of her neck. Causing Sango to loose all her senses, as they relished in Miroku's attention. She was now the one who moved closer without the assistance of Miroku, and he embraced his dear Tajii-ya warmly. Communication was no longer necessary between them, they both knew of the affections they bore towards each other. Gently, Sango placed her arms around Miroku's neck, to Miroku's own surprise, and closed the rest of the distance that lay between them. Miroku savored every minute of this closed gap as he felt the curves on her chest mold with his flat chest, but he was happier when a bold Sango captured his lips with hers, and held them on there in a lingering kiss. However, no matter how bold Sango had become Miroku was the one to deepen the kiss, as it turned from gentle, to desperately passionate. Minutes passed, but the couples kiss or embrace did not end, however when Sango felt Miroku's right leg wrap protectively and possessively around Sango's slim, sitting frame as he prepared for the next step, she paused, and drew her face away from Miroku's. She looked directly into his eyes, utterly confused, she asked through the language of starring what he was doing. Miroku answered her question with another question as his eyes said, "Will you please marry me, and bear me a child?" Sango blushed, and instead of demurely turning away, she answered his question, yes, with a full and desperately passionate kiss on his lips. There they began but as we all know it did not end there.
Shippo sat sadly on the ledge of the well and looked into the black void that somehow transported Kagome to a completely different era.
"Why did she have to go?" Shippo whined as his little fox eyes memorized every corner of the well.
"I bet it's all that stupid, dense Inuyasha's fault!" he exclaimed leaping down from the well, and onto the green grass below.
Inuyasha, sighed unenthusiastically as he sat on a tree branch, more than anything desiring peace of mind,
"I think we both did the right thing." Inuyasha half-stated, half asked as he memorized the patterns the clouds made in the pretty blue sky above, tracing them with his golden eyes.
"I hope we both did the right thing." He bemoaned with little confidence, "But if we did the right thing, why is there still this pain lingering in me?" He inquired to himself. He didn't even know why he was suddenly confiding in himself; maybe it was his own form of consolation. This constant questioning and second-guessing half mystified him, and really did little to console him and while he felt no tears grace his striped cheek, he did feel the tingling sense of loss that you get when you finally realize its over. Normally, he would feel very insecure at expressing his thoughts so freely, but in his tree, in the branches above, and in the protection that defying gravity so simply gave he felt as if only he could hear himself, that he was the only one who knew of his loss. So, in peace and thought he dwelled in the protection of treetops, gentle breezes drifting through, and the sun imprinting patches of golden light on the loosely shaded umbrella of leaves.
Back in the Modern Era, Kagome could not help but let her eyes wonder as she sat on her school desk. Absently, her brown eyes scanned the horizon that was displayed through the windows.
'It's so dull in here." She sighed to herself while observing her English professor teach her class the importance of the word 'chair'. As she gazed out the window and saw the city of Tokyo in all it's glory, she found it hard to imagine, just several hundred years ago it was a tiny village, that guarded a sacred jewel.
' I wonder what Inuyasha is doing now.I mean.then?' she asked as she felt the large red bump on her neck, or Inuyasha's claim to her body and soul.
'Why did I ever refuse such an offer?' She bemoaned, and taxingly turned her attention from the outside world to the chalkboard, where she discovered they had moved form discussing the word 'chair', to the review verb 'sit'. She lightly chuckled at the meaning of hat word as it briefly entertained a void in her mind and heart. Sadly, as soon as it filled the void it left to entreat some others heart and Kagome realized the hard way, memories never accomplish anything especially when you're still in love. Suddenly, the afternoon bell ringing loudly through out the school, dismissing the anxious school children from imprisonment interrupted her thoughts. She watched the other students rush out to attend extra- curricular activites, study, or just plain have a good time. She, soon after the crowd had cleared, sulked out of the classroom, and into the busy hallway where locker slammed, students chatted, and her friend were nowhere in sight,
'I guess that's what you get for hanging out in feudal Japan all the time.' She thought, being slightly amused, and walked briskly to her locker. As she transferred her books from her locker to her bag, completely separated from reality she thought about Inuyasha, the one thing she could not remove from her mind.
The energetic and naïve Hojo silently walked towards Kagome's locker, his brown eyes filled with excitement at seeing his vision of perfection alone and approachable.
'Maybe now I can talk to her!' his thought exclaimed as he strode towards Kagome, who still was located at her locker.
"Kagome!" he yelled, waving his hand high in the air. She whipped her head in his direction and seeing it was the unshakable Hojo moaned under her breath, but strangely another thought popped into her, however she dismissed the thought saying silently,
"Who could ever replace Inuyasha?" And there Hojo stood expectantly with a cute grin (^_^), and asked with energy,
"You know Kagome, since your back, and all better I was wondering if maybe you might want to go see a movie!" Her brown eyes stared thoughtfully at the rather naïve Hojo, and carefully considered his proposition,
'Hmmm. Since I can't ever see Inuyasha again, unless he comes for me, which I doubt I might as well start seeing people. And after all Hojo does really like me (^_^) so what's the harm!'
"Sure Hojo! That really sounds like fun!" Hojo's eyes brightened and he said gladly,
"Great, So I'll pick you up at 7?" Kagome nodded and thought,
'This might actually help me get over Inuyasha?' as Hojo walked off.
A/n- I kinda wanted to expand the part of Hojo..I mean the poor guy..