Authors Note: Yeesh! I'm sooooooooo sorry that it's already been over a
week since I last updated, it's just that I've been kinda bogged down with
schoolwork and housework and stuff! Well, anyhoo, thanks to all my
reviewers! I loved them, and, to a few special people:
Disclaimer: Do I really have to say this? REALLY?!? Fine. ::hmph:: I don't ::tear:: own ::tear:: Inuyasha ::sob:: Fluffy ::SOB:: or anyone else ::tear:: in the Inuyasha ::sob:: series ::WHY ME!!!!!!:: Happy now? ::runs off crying::
Fashion Statements
Kagome sighed as she went down the well, back to the Feudal Age. Where was Inuyasha? She was surprised when she noticed that it was the morning AFTER she was supposed to be back, and yet he still hadn't come to get her. Normally, she wouldn't mind this, but then again, you don't really miss some thing until you lost it, and she lost her bag-carrier. Oh, well, no use crying over spilt milk. She never really noticed how very heavy he back pack was. Or maybe it was just the loss of blood, she did kinda overdo it this morning, spending nearly an hour in the bathroom, then another in her room, trying to find out how to hide the cuts. She finally decided on red cotton strips of fabric wrapped from her wrist to elbow. Actually, when Kagome looked in the mirror, she decided to forgo the usual school uniform, and instead wear a tank top and jeans to show off the new look, rather than hide it and cause suspicion.
Whistling as she walked down the (now well-beaten) path to the village, Kagome admired the beautiful trees and smog-free air, as she always did.
"Where the hell were you?" The gruff voice stopped her in her tracks. She turned around to see a VERY irate hanyou (A/N: I try to keep things in English to keep it simple, but saying half-dog demon is too much of a mouthful) staring down at her from his perch on a nearby tree a few paces back.
"Well, um, I, um, well, um." Being unable to decide on a comprehensible answer as to why she didn't come back last night, Kagome decided to her failsafe, "SIT!" and continued to walk of, whistling merrily once again.
"BITCH! I'll get you for that!" Inuyasha yelled at her retreating form.
~*~
"Kagome, those are very pretty, what did you call them? 'Fashion statements'?" Sango commented a little after noon, as she and the rest of the gang headed west to where they heard a telepathic demon was rumored to have some Shikkon Shards.
"Thank you. Actually, I call them, uh, Wraps. 'Fashion Statement' is just why I was wearing it."
"Oh" she replied. "Well, they still look very nice."
"Keh" they heard from up ahead "all they'll do is worsen HER already bad archery."
"Inuyasha, sit." Oh, I seem to have been giving him a lot of those lately, Kagome thought, I'd better have another one of my 'anger management courses' (as she like to call he alone time with the knife). Spying a little meadow, she had an idea. "Inuyasha, it's getting late, lets stop for the night." Still embedded in the ground a few feet back, his unintelligible mumble was taken as a yes by the group who just wanted to stop walking.
While everyone was finishing dinner, she took their business to quickly say "I need to take a bath" and run off with her toiletries before Sango had a chance to follow.
Finding a secluded place a ways downwind from Inuyasha's sensitive nose, she began taking out her shampoo, soap, and the little razor she had taped inside her cosmetics bag. Kagome shivered slightly as she stripped in the cold air and walked into the icy stream. Starting with the hair supplies, she washed, stalling until after she was sure Miroku wasn't going to peep at her. Once Kagome heard the low growled question asking Miroku where he thought he was going, she knew it was safe. Spraying perfume around to cover the blood smell, she removed the cotton, grimacing at how it had soaked through the cloth. She washed it quickly, wanting it to be dry by the time she was done.
Kagome took out her little razor blade, stolen from Souta's Swiss Army Knife collection, and took her left wrist in her hand. Making sure that most of the wounds were already healed (a little perk of being a Miko, she healed from most small wounds easily), Kagome quickly found the little blue vein that ran to her most vital organ. Giving it little swipes with the knife, much like paper cuts (she wasn't quite ready to do anything big), she began to smile. The pain washed away all her hurt, all her anger, everything. It gave her an euphoric mood, as if her shed blood gave her a little path to cloud nine.
Relaxing how late it was only after she heard Inuyasha shout out for her, she again hid the razor, and sprayed some perfume around her to hide the smell of blood she just knew Inuyasha would smell.
"What took you so long?" Inuyasha asked, slightly worried. She had never taken so long during one of her baths, or smelled so heavily of perfume.
"Hmmm?" she replied, while climbing into her sleeping bag next to Shippou. "Oh, I was just combing my hair." Noting her still tangled and wet hair, he didn't believe her for a second. She never came back with her hair so wet as it was. Also, on top of the horribly dead flower-like scent she insisted on, but his nose couldn't quite place it with the other smell, but he could detect a light hint of copper in it.
Well, nothing to do about it now, he though, leaning back to watch everything through half-lowered eyes. Gods be damned if he let anything bad happen to Kagome on his watch. But still, he thought as he dozed off into the half-conscious state he was normally in every night, in order to get both sleep and keep a lookout, there was just something wrong with Kagome today, but he just couldn't figure it out.
And so passed the next few days, with a secretive Kagome, worried Inuyasha, and oblivious Sango, Miroku, and Shippou.
End Note: Well, thanks for reading so far! Well, whaddya think? You know the only way to answer is to ::dare I say it:: READ and REVIEW!
Disclaimer: Do I really have to say this? REALLY?!? Fine. ::hmph:: I don't ::tear:: own ::tear:: Inuyasha ::sob:: Fluffy ::SOB:: or anyone else ::tear:: in the Inuyasha ::sob:: series ::WHY ME!!!!!!:: Happy now? ::runs off crying::
Fashion Statements
Kagome sighed as she went down the well, back to the Feudal Age. Where was Inuyasha? She was surprised when she noticed that it was the morning AFTER she was supposed to be back, and yet he still hadn't come to get her. Normally, she wouldn't mind this, but then again, you don't really miss some thing until you lost it, and she lost her bag-carrier. Oh, well, no use crying over spilt milk. She never really noticed how very heavy he back pack was. Or maybe it was just the loss of blood, she did kinda overdo it this morning, spending nearly an hour in the bathroom, then another in her room, trying to find out how to hide the cuts. She finally decided on red cotton strips of fabric wrapped from her wrist to elbow. Actually, when Kagome looked in the mirror, she decided to forgo the usual school uniform, and instead wear a tank top and jeans to show off the new look, rather than hide it and cause suspicion.
Whistling as she walked down the (now well-beaten) path to the village, Kagome admired the beautiful trees and smog-free air, as she always did.
"Where the hell were you?" The gruff voice stopped her in her tracks. She turned around to see a VERY irate hanyou (A/N: I try to keep things in English to keep it simple, but saying half-dog demon is too much of a mouthful) staring down at her from his perch on a nearby tree a few paces back.
"Well, um, I, um, well, um." Being unable to decide on a comprehensible answer as to why she didn't come back last night, Kagome decided to her failsafe, "SIT!" and continued to walk of, whistling merrily once again.
"BITCH! I'll get you for that!" Inuyasha yelled at her retreating form.
~*~
"Kagome, those are very pretty, what did you call them? 'Fashion statements'?" Sango commented a little after noon, as she and the rest of the gang headed west to where they heard a telepathic demon was rumored to have some Shikkon Shards.
"Thank you. Actually, I call them, uh, Wraps. 'Fashion Statement' is just why I was wearing it."
"Oh" she replied. "Well, they still look very nice."
"Keh" they heard from up ahead "all they'll do is worsen HER already bad archery."
"Inuyasha, sit." Oh, I seem to have been giving him a lot of those lately, Kagome thought, I'd better have another one of my 'anger management courses' (as she like to call he alone time with the knife). Spying a little meadow, she had an idea. "Inuyasha, it's getting late, lets stop for the night." Still embedded in the ground a few feet back, his unintelligible mumble was taken as a yes by the group who just wanted to stop walking.
While everyone was finishing dinner, she took their business to quickly say "I need to take a bath" and run off with her toiletries before Sango had a chance to follow.
Finding a secluded place a ways downwind from Inuyasha's sensitive nose, she began taking out her shampoo, soap, and the little razor she had taped inside her cosmetics bag. Kagome shivered slightly as she stripped in the cold air and walked into the icy stream. Starting with the hair supplies, she washed, stalling until after she was sure Miroku wasn't going to peep at her. Once Kagome heard the low growled question asking Miroku where he thought he was going, she knew it was safe. Spraying perfume around to cover the blood smell, she removed the cotton, grimacing at how it had soaked through the cloth. She washed it quickly, wanting it to be dry by the time she was done.
Kagome took out her little razor blade, stolen from Souta's Swiss Army Knife collection, and took her left wrist in her hand. Making sure that most of the wounds were already healed (a little perk of being a Miko, she healed from most small wounds easily), Kagome quickly found the little blue vein that ran to her most vital organ. Giving it little swipes with the knife, much like paper cuts (she wasn't quite ready to do anything big), she began to smile. The pain washed away all her hurt, all her anger, everything. It gave her an euphoric mood, as if her shed blood gave her a little path to cloud nine.
Relaxing how late it was only after she heard Inuyasha shout out for her, she again hid the razor, and sprayed some perfume around her to hide the smell of blood she just knew Inuyasha would smell.
"What took you so long?" Inuyasha asked, slightly worried. She had never taken so long during one of her baths, or smelled so heavily of perfume.
"Hmmm?" she replied, while climbing into her sleeping bag next to Shippou. "Oh, I was just combing my hair." Noting her still tangled and wet hair, he didn't believe her for a second. She never came back with her hair so wet as it was. Also, on top of the horribly dead flower-like scent she insisted on, but his nose couldn't quite place it with the other smell, but he could detect a light hint of copper in it.
Well, nothing to do about it now, he though, leaning back to watch everything through half-lowered eyes. Gods be damned if he let anything bad happen to Kagome on his watch. But still, he thought as he dozed off into the half-conscious state he was normally in every night, in order to get both sleep and keep a lookout, there was just something wrong with Kagome today, but he just couldn't figure it out.
And so passed the next few days, with a secretive Kagome, worried Inuyasha, and oblivious Sango, Miroku, and Shippou.
End Note: Well, thanks for reading so far! Well, whaddya think? You know the only way to answer is to ::dare I say it:: READ and REVIEW!