Aloha all. Welcome back to meh new ficcy that confuses even me ^_^. The last chapter was fairly easy to understand, ne? I dunno why I suddenly started writing more and more for each chapter, the chapters look short, which isn't true, because it was 3100 words long. And chapter one was 3160 words. More words then the last two chapters of Demon Within o.O
Anyway, moving on. . .
Disclaimer: Inuyasha is ©Rumiko Takahashi. Evil pink flying monkeys from the fiery depths of hell are ©Falcon. Dunno who has the better thing.
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Cruel to be Kind
Chp. 3
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Sango breathed harder then she normally would have when sprinting. She skidded to a stop and glanced to either side of the street before dashing across the pavement to her apartment. In a whirl she could hardly see she ran up the stairs and busted through the door, tripping on her pet cat, which earned a loud yowl, and slammed face down into an armchair.
Thanking her lucky stars that she'd landed somewhere soft, she slid her black leather shoulder bag onto the floor besides her and slumped against the chair.
God knows what would have happened had she not gotten away fast enough or that Inuyasha had found her.
Meowing reproachfully, her pet cat Kirara strolled into the room, glaring at her through clear red eyes. The creamy-colored cat did no appreciated nearly being stepped on and was rightfully indignant.
"I'm sorry Kirara," she apologized to the ruffled cat, who reluctantly allowed her to pick her up. "I was in a rush," she explained, smoothing the fur on her head. The cat stared at her for a moment with her wide eyes before meowing forgiveness and hopping off her lap in search of better amusement.
"Very smooth, my dear, very smooth."
Sango whipped around, eyes narrowing as she glared at Miroku's smirking face. "Shut the hell up," she ordered huffily.
Miroku smirked annoyingly, having much fun watching Sango's dignity slowly slip away. "Whoever would have though the high and mighty Sango would manage to trip on her own pet cat," he continued sarcastically, flopping onto another armchair sideways, staring at her upside down from over the arm rest.
"Shut up," she grumbled, her face flushing unpleasantly. "Everyone makes mistakes."
Miroku snickered but soon became sober. "Did you visit her?"
Sango looked out the glass windows as a jet of water hit them, the sunlight reflecting off the diamond-like drops of water and making myriads of rainbows.
"Yes," she answered quietly. "I think she got the message."
Miroku frowned, not liking the state of distress she was currently in. "I'm sure she's with us all the time," he claimed, hugging her tightly.
"I hope so."
And of course, Miroku, known for his excellent habit of ruining what could be na important moment, did so by placing his hand on Sango's ass.
A fuming Sango stomped off to go pour out kitty chow for her impatient pet, leaving a very badly bruised Miroku to attempt to tell the difference between his arm and the table leg by himself.
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Inuyasha leaped through the trees, growling angrily. He hadn't been able to follow the scent of that wench; his claws had been rammed so deeply into the heartwood of the old tree it'd taken him more then a few minutes to pull them out.
By then, her scent had faded by a lot, and as soon as he got past the Shrine house he lost her scent. It mixed in with the whirl of all the everyday people walking through the streets and it would have been impossible to find her.
Growling, Inuyasha leaped out of the forest, landing gracefully on the tree outside Kagome's room's window. Shoving the glass aside with such force it was lucky it didn't break, he leaped into her room, landing softly before straightening up.
There was no one in the house.
The older woman, Ms. Higurashi, had gone shopping for some insignificant little item that would accent her bathroom decorations that nobody bothered looking at, and the grandpa, or Higurashi Senior as he called him, had left the night before crying vainly for more scrolls and sutras.
The younger kid, Souta, was at school like his sister. He still wondered how he managed to survive the night before with his presence. True, brutally murdering little people trapped in a glass box was surprisingly fun, but he didn't feel up to that torture right now.
Inuyasha flopped on Kagome's bed, his mind drifting back to that odd girl that had been praying near the old tree. He felt like he knew her, but as soon as he started attempting to remember her face, voice, or any memories at all that contained a single shred of data that resembled her, lightning bolts shot through his skull and made him to cease to think.
He didn't understand why when he tried to think of anything from his past his head started hurting. Physical pain didn't really affect him that much; it was more mental pain then anything else. He could clearly remember his childhood, but the day after his mother died he could remember nothing.
Another flash of searing pain crossed his skull and Inuyasha rolled over in agony. His mind kept drifting back to the past, and it was getting annoying as well as painful. He closed his eyes, determined to think of anything but that and soon was swallowed by the world of dreams.
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Kagome ran up the stairs to her room. So far it'd been a great day; early in the morning she had managed to corner Ayame and convince her that she hadn't really said anything to Kouga remotely resembling a confession of undying love, and so the two became friends ago.
Flinging the door open, she could have whooped in joy right there and then. She threw her backpack haphazardly, willingly ignoring the loud crunch that came from the corner she'd thrown it at.
It felt good to celebrate; as well as making amends with Ayame she managed to scrape her very first A on a math test, as well as get 95% on a essay that had been extremely difficult to write for her.
She laughed out loud on flung herself on hr bed.
She didn't notice the sleeping half-demon on her bed.
With a startled yelp she tried to get off of him, but in his sleep he wrapped his arms around her and rolled over, clutching her to his chest.
Kagome blushed furiously and once again attempted to escape, only to get enclosed in his embrace more tightly. Seeing her attempts were fruitless, she did the next best thing she could think of.
"INUYASHA WAKE UP!!!!!!!"
The startled hanyou yelled and shot straight up, glancing side to side, expecting an enemy, not expecting a crimson girl in his lap. Yelping, he pushed her away rudely, blushing madly also. "W-what the hell are you doing, bitch?!" he yelled, vainly trying to keep control over the color of his face and failing miserably.
"You're the one that grabbed me!" Kagome shouted back, still blushing like a sunburned tomato, heart hammering insanely. The evanescence of her good spirits was replaced by intense embarrassment and little anger.
Inuyasha growled lightly, finally managing to cool his face down and settled back against the wall next to her bed. "Whatever," he grumbled. "Bitch. . ."
"What?!" Kagome was about to turn around and scream in his ear again, but he'd already fallen asleep, sitting crossed-leg with his odd katana leaning against his shoulder, his back resting on her wall. His face cleared and he slept peacefully, but his ears still twitched and it was obvious he could wake up at any moment.
If she had been an evil bitch, she'd yell as loud as she fucking could in his ear, but refrained from doing so. She remembered reading somewhere that it was animal instinct to sleep against a wall; it was crucial in nature to never leave your guard open or you could possibly die.
It was glaringly obvious that Inuyasha didn't trust anyone at all, by the way he busted out the house the second he was allowed to and the way he slept, but she thought he could at least trust her.
Kagome sighed, tweaked his wonderfully fuzzy ears and walked out of the door to clatter down the stairs, yell at Souta to clear out and take a hopefully peaceful nap on the couch.
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READ THIS!!!: I am going through and re-editing these chapters so if the order is messed up. . . DEAL WITH IT!