The Illogical Thoughts of the Heart Broken
~ Well, 'Dogboy' has finally remembered, but how is that going to change how he treats
you? Obviously no different. Last night, you had fallen asleep before 'he' went to sleep, listening
to 'him' talk, and 'he' pulled your blanket out from under you. The only thing that made it bad,
beside the fact that you wore a nightshirt and very short boxer-type shorts, was that you fell face
first on the ground with your right foot stuffed in the couch cushions. Needless to say, it was very
uncomfortable for you and an extremely funny position- at least, that is how it seems when 'his'
laughing is taken into account. Well, nothing real special this morning, except for the fact that
'houshi' is cooking due to 'naive's' antics of locking 'herself' in 'her' room. 'Wimpy wolf' needs to
learn the truth, but no one can bring themselves to teach him... Oh, and did I mention you have
caught a cold? A very strong one. I gu- ACHOO! ~
I lay on the couch with tissue stuffed up my nose, fighting myself as to whether or not I
should deck Inuyasha or not.
"That's what you get, bitch," he stated in a smug tone. "Told you you should of thought
about the jacket."
'Oh, just you wait Inuyasha. I'll get you for-'
"ACHOO!"
"Say it, down spray it."
'How embarrassing...'
"Heh, sure thing 'DOGBOY'," I replied with a smirk. "Whatcha think of it? Suits ya, ne?"
He growled at the reminder off the semi-permanent tattoo. It wasn't wash-offable and
would remain for another few days. I cackled the best I could as I looked at the black and red
letters on his forehead that read clear as day, 'DOGBOY'.
"Laugh it up, Sneezy," he grumbled. "Oh, by the way, you haven't seen Doc around lately,
have you?" (A/N: A little Snow White humor here)
"Sure haven't Grumpy, I mean Bashful, I mean Dopey- argh- ACHOO!- which are you?" I
asked, placing my hand to my forehead. He glared.
"None!"
"Grumpy," I sighed.
"Kagome-chan," Sango called as she walked into the room. "I can't get Aya- chan to come
out of the room... I know you don't feel well, but can you try?"
I nodded, flinching at the amount of effort such a small thing now required. She looked sad,
but didn't say anymore as she went to join Miroku in the kitchen with a sigh. Kouga was most
likely sleeping... still.
I tried to sit up, but my head spun. "Ah," I winced at the sight of black and blue dots.
"Inuyasha... Could you help me, onegai? I don't think I can walk by myself," I explained, rubbing
my temples. Inuyasha walked over and picked me up bridal style. "Kya!" I yipped in surprise,
throwing my arms around his neck.
"Loosen you're grip or I'll drop you on purpose," he chuckled; I relished the feel of it, the
vibration was soothing.
I did as I was told, but not before I pulled myself closer, not wishing to loose the new found
warmth. I had had two blankets tucked around me, but they weren't even close to this. Being
close to him this way was enough for me to forget everything and that is what I would have done
if I knew the others were gone. Sango was still trying to get back at me for the revenge I'd
wrought a few days ago.
"I said help me walk, not carry me," I whispered into his shoulder, closing my eyes as he
walked to Ayame's room. I really didn't care and I didn't want to have him put me down, but you
don't always get what you want, now do you?
"Hold on," he warned before releasing his hold on my feet, setting me firmly on the ground.
I knocked on the door once.
"Aya-chan, I know that you're mad at me, but it wasn't my fault... Onegai, let me in," I
pleaded, clutching the doorframe to steady myself.
"You sure you can stand by yourself?" Inuyasha asked. I turned to look at him, only to see
the world spinning.
A loud crash came from inside the room, followed by a thud and the door being flung open.
"Kagome-chan! You're sick?" Ayame asked, looking at me in concern. I smirked, realizing that
she hadn't known because of her foul mood.
"Hai..." I thought about what I should do. I didn't want her pity... Secrets were a nice
bonding tool when it came to her. Maybe she would forgive me. "Aya-chan, I wanna tell you a
secret, but you have to come with me okay?" I asked, leaning on the wall for support. It couldn't
be an ordinary cold to make me feel like this.
"H-hai," Ayame muttered in confusion.
I didn't bother looking to Inuyasha as I asked him to take me to the bedroom Miroku had
stayed in- which was the same one my father's box was in. He did, setting me on the bed before
leaving.
"Inuyasha. One more favor. Make sure no one tries to get in and, onegai, don't listen. I'll
make it up to you somehow..." He nodded and left.
'Sugoi, he is strange. First he teases me, then he cares for me... Next it will be- Iie, I won't go
there.'
Ayame stood next to where I sat on the bed. "What is it, Kagome-chan?"
"You know how my dad died, right?"
"Hai... Inuyasha told us the rest of the story while you were sleeping; about your dad I
mean," Ayame said, sitting next to me. Actually, I knew that since I had fallen asleep listening to
his voice.
"Well, he worked for your grandfather," I told her with a smile. She gasped. "It was the only
way we could afford the shrine grounds- buying it I mean. I know it sounds strange, but he was
one of the best in the business, just under Mr. Himitsu- Inuyasha's father- and Mr. Zaisan. I didn't
remember that until last night, in a dream. I was too young to really care about it, but I
remembered him talking to my mother about a big raise- to the position where Mr. Himitsu had
been before he died- and the opportunities it gave us...
"Aya-chan? Do you know what he was going to do with that money?" I asked, watching the
clouds roll by.
"Iie... College money?" she guessed, looking at me with curiosity.
"Iie. He had already started to save up money for that... With the new raise, he was going to
buy a cabin," I said with a sad smile. "This cabin."
"No way! Honto? How do you know? Are you sure? This cabin? What color's the sky? You
can't be serious, can you? You're not delusion, ne? My grandfather?" She was just full of
questions after that and I was happy to answer them.
"Hai, because, hai, hai, blue, hai, iie, and hai," I answered. "If you want proof, I can give you
some. Go to the window," I told her. She did. "Now pull up the sill. There's a black box under it."
She looked at me uncertainly before she pulled, not expecting it to move. She tumbled
backwards as the sill came off.
"Sugoi," she whispered, setting the sill down and lifting the small black box out. "What is
this?" She sat next to me on the bed, handing the my father's box of reminders to me as I
explained it.
"My father had always enjoyed the forest and wanted this cabin for some time. This was
meant to be a box of reminders- to make sure we never forgot what happened before that and
how fortunate we were. Pictures, letters, and my mother's locket," I said, handing her the now
open box. I removed the letters first, though. I wanted to read them before anyone else.
She went through the pictures a few times, then looked at the locket... She was silent for a
while."How can I be sure that this is your father? It could be someone else..."
"You know my mom.... That's her when she was younger," I said, pointing to a picture she
currently held.
"Hai, but this could be an old boyfriend or something... She looks really young."
"Y-you don't believe me?" I stuttered in shock. She shook her head.
"You lied to Sango about Miroku, just like I did," Ayame said.
"You lied about that too?" She nodded. "But I thought she was watching you?" She nodded.
"Then how didn't she see?" She shrugged.
"She left to go to the bathroom and his control snapped, but he didn't grope me. Just every
other girl in sight and more," Ayame giggled.
"ACHOO! Argh... I'm dizzy..."
"Kagome-chan, are you sure you're okay?"
"Hai, but I still don't see how you couldn't believe me about this," I stated, closing my eyes
to stop my swirling vision. Something was wrong...
"You could have found this by accident," she said, lifting the box, "and thought about a
story- and a lot of detail to make it seem real - so that I would forgive you. Heck, you may have
set everything up by yourself. That cold might even be fake."
I was speechless. How could she think something like that?
"I may set traps," I huffed indignantly, "but I don't lie- not about something important like
this. You should know that. We've been friends for a long time now..."
"And enemies..."
"But we aren't anymore," I sighed. "If you want more proof, if you really need it, you'll have
to remove the wallpaper next to the window-"
"INUYASHA!" Ayame yelled, causing me to jump. He burst into the room with horror filled
eyes that turned to one of confusion when he saw me staring at my friend.
"Nani?" he asked, composing himself.
"Could you bring me a knife?" Ayame asked.
Inuyasha looked to me uncertainly, hesitant to bring my once enemy friend a knife when I
was alone with her.
'Ah, how sweet,' I thought as I nodded slightly. He left the room to get the knife and I
turned back to my friend.
"Listen, I don't want anyone else to know about this," I told her. "When you remove the
wallpaper, I want you to be careful enough that it won't be a noticeable opening. Alright?"
"Hai... If it is true," Ayame mumbled. "But, how you and Inuyasha are acting right now... It
totally contradicts everything you told us last night. You had all day yesterday to plan it out, after
all."
'She has officially lost it,' I thought, staring at her... Then it snapped. "Aya-chan! You
don't think I made all of that up just to get Kouga-kun to forget you, do you?" She just looked at
me, her eyes completely emotionless. "I can't believe you! How could you think that? I told you I
don't like him!"
"HAI!" She screeched. "But it is hard to believe that you are a friend when you were an
enemy that suddenly liked me for no reason! Hai, Sango-chan didn't have to move because of me,
but that doesn't mean you had any reason to forgive me for what I did. And you conveniently
forgot my birthday when you were with me-"
"Sango-chan did too!" She ignored me and continued.
"And took Kouga! You are always the center of attention and I think this is only another one
of your lies to get on my good side. You may have been a week ago Kagome, but you no longer
are! I was afraid you were sick earlier; I'm not anymore. You probably faked that too!" I couldn't
say anything. I didn't know what to think and she was starting to scare me. "I'm supposed to be
your friend, but the only thing I know about you is your name and your family! I don't even know
what you like and don't like! Some friendship, huh?"
"But... If you feel this way then why do you want to check the wallpaper?" I asked
confusedly. I barely noticed Inuyasha standing in the door way, watching my friend cautiously.
"To see how far you would go to lie to me," she said, walking toward the window. I looked
at Inuyasha as tears fell from my eyes. I just couldn't believe it.
"How could you think that about your friend?" Inuyasha asked the girl, angrily. "I know the
story between you two, or at least most of it. She was so happy that you did that for her only
friend.... How would you feel if your only friend was moving away and you couldn't help?"
"Her family should have had enough money to do something. Especially if her father worked
for my grandpa," Ayame replied, walking over to him with an outstretched arm. He handed her
the knife with a disbelieving snort. "And that is beside the point."
"Keh. You are a simple minded girl, ne?" He looked back to me for reassurance.
"Would you leave for a moment, Inuyasha? Go get some breakfast. We won't need anything
else... Just tell everyone to leave us be," I said, looking out the window to hide my hurt
expression. She truly believed I lied to her... I may be a good actress, but to hear something so
cruel come from a friend is something no actress can be emotionless to.
"You sure?" Inuyasha and Ayame asked. Ayame sounded humored by the fact I still trusted
her.
"Hai..."
Inuyasha waited a second longer before leaving. Ayame snorted and walked to the window.
"Where should I start?"
I stood slowly, making certain that one foot was safely on the ground before I lifted the
other. When I got close enough, I reached out for the wall, holding myself up as I indicated the
beginning point and ending point. She nodded and I sat down.
It took a moment for her to start cutting and she was careful when she did, which gave me
hope that subconsciously she knew she was wrong. Maybe, just maybe, she would see I had told
the truth. A few minutes late and the wallpaper was gone. There, carved in the wood, were the
names of my parents.
"So? This doesn't tell me anything," Ayame sneered, looking at me with a I-
knew-it-was-a-lie look.
"I didn't say that was the only spot, now did I?" I snapped. I was getting tired of her attitude.
Kouga really needed to learn the truth and I was about to tell him. "You need to cut from here-" I
pointed to a spot under the sill, "to about here," I said, creating a small box with my fingers.
"You really did go far with this one Kagome," she snorted.
"Shut up, Aya-chan! I am sick of this- ACHOO!- argh... Just," I sighed. "Just cut there too."
With that said, I stood up, bracing myself, and made my way to the door slowly.
"Where are you going?" Ayame asked in a tone that said both 'I don't care' and 'I hope you
break a leg or two.'
"Away from you," I said, looking back to her as another tear snaked down my cheek. "I
came to help you and all you can do is insult me and accuse me... I don't want to hear anymore.
Believe what you want, but I have never lied to you and I never will," I cried as I continued my
slow journey to the door. She didn't say anymore, but I could hear her cutting at the wallpaper
again.
As I reached the door, I heard the knife clatter; I didn't stop. Opening the door, I found
myself looking at Inuyasha who stood with his back against the opposite wall, still standing guard.
"K-Kagome!" he stuttered in shock, with a concerned expression once again. "You sure you
can walk by yourself?" I smiled as spots flooded my sight.
"I'm fine," I lied, making my way to the kitchen for something to eat, one foot after the
other. I was almost there. Another step and I felt myself fall, readying myself for impact. It never
came. My world went black.
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