Author's Note: I apologize for the delay of this chapter. I know it took a long time to get out but I have unfortunately been experiencing a serious case of writers block for this story. Add that to the fact that I had no idea where my story was going…the plot was sort of running away from me. But reviews from some loyal fans inspired me to write this chapter so thank you to all who kept reviewing!! Enjoy!!
Trapped! Inu Yasha Makes His Move
Kagome ran hurriedly towards the History building. Glancing at her watch as she raced through the empty campus she fervently prayed she would make it in time.
Please be there.
She had left her notes in class and they had a test tomorrow, without those notes she would fail and that was the last thing she wanted right now. Rounding the corner she gave a silent thanks to whoever was listening when she saw her teacher locking the door.
"Mr. Yuu! Wait!" She finally reached him, panting and out of breath she took a moment to calm down from her mad dash. Kagome looked up as her teacher began laughing at her.
"Whatever has sent you running and screaming at me like a banshee must be important." He replied smiling in amusement.
Kagome suddenly wished she could just disappear, she was so embarrassed. "I left my notes in class today, I was hoping to get them before you left."
"Of course, go get them, I'll leave the door open, close it on your way out, it's already locked." He said opening the door for her. "Good luck on the test tomorrow." And then, briefcase in hand and a stack of papers under his arm, he left.
Kagome sighed in relief. She would be able to get her notes after all. Major crisis averted. She suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to dance in place. But she suppressed it, barely.
She stepped into the welcoming coolness of the darkened room. She had run straight from practice and it had been extremely hot today. She frowned as she recalled how strained practice had been lately. Ever since that day the mysterious girl had appeared Sesshoumaru had been quiet. Granted he had never really been one to hold a conversation in the first place, but this was different.
She couldn't put it into words, she couldn't describe why it was different, but she just knew it was, she felt it. Sometimes she would catch him looking at her with a barely leashed fury.
And she would wonder if she had done something wrong. It was strange really how her presence seemed to bring about this change in him, how her face seemed to incite such rage.
It hurt.
She shook her head as if to chase away the thoughts that plagued her. She didn't have time for this, right now she had notes to find and a test to study for.
Looking around the darkened room, she spied her blue spiral notebook lying underneath one of the desks. At least someone hadn't stolen it or thrown it away. Rushing over to it, she picked up her notebook and stuffed it into her backpack. Zipping it up, Kagome turned, ready to leave. As she made her way through the sea of desks a familiar voice broke the silence of the classroom followed by the audible sound of the door closing.
Kagome groaned, she could feel the beginnings of a very strong headache coming on as the features of the unknown intruder became clear.
She was trapped, locked in a classroom with the possibility of rescue far off in the distant future.
She was trapped, with him.
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Inu Yasha walked quietly through the deserted campus, enjoying the rare silence. He liked times like these, times where he could just be himself without a pack of crazy love sick girls chasing him, he treasured the times when there was no pressure to act a certain way, to be a certain person.
His entire high school career he had strived for one thing, he had fought to achieve one goal. Popularity. Now that he had it he wondered if it had been the wrong goal, he wondered if there was something better out there for him than the tedium of high school drama.
He was bored. Completely and utterly bored, tired of the same people, the same situations, the same everything.
But a pair of blue eyes had broken that dull cycle; one fiery temper had provided the spark he so desperately sought.
He was beginning to think he had been wrong, he was beginning to believe that he was drawn to her not because of who she resembled but because of who she was.
Only now when no one was looking could he smile at the thought of her, only now when no one was listening could he say her name without insult and without disgust.
Only now cold he admit to himself that he wanted her, badly.
Walking by the History building, he was brought out of his thoughts when he noticed one of the doors was left open. He glanced at his watch, 5:30, the teachers were usually gone by now. Deciding to investigate, Inu Yasha walked over to the classroom, and noticing that the room was dark he assumed it had just been left open. Grabbing the handle he went to close it when he noticed that someone was inside the room.
"Hey you! You shouldn't be in here" he called out to the nameless student inside. He stepped in a little further into the room, his hand still on the doorknob, hoping to discern the person's identity.
As his eyes adjusted to the dark, the features of the student slowly became clear. Long black hair, lean frame, and a pair of midnight eyes that seemed to glow in the surrounding darkness.
Kagome? Surprised, he inadvertently released his hold on the door, not even noticing when it shut behind him, sealing the pair inside. What was she doing here?
Before he could open his mouth and ask the obvious question, her clear voice filled the room.
"Good job genius, now we're stuck in here." She said dryly before flopping into a chair dejectedly. Inu Yasha immediately grasped the doorknob behind him to test the validity of her statement.
It wouldn't turn. Great, he really was stuck in here with her. He turned to look at the girl who had been plaguing his thoughts recently and despite the darkness he could see her, glaring at him.
He had really screwed up this time. She hated him.
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Why me? Why did this have to happen to her? Was she cursed? Had she committed some unforgivable crime in her past life?
She was being punished. She knew it. The gods had a sense of humor, an evil one. She didn't care so much that she was locked in a room, what she couldn't stand, what made the situation so unbearable, was being stuck here with him.
Inu Yasha.
Suddenly the room was plunged in light, making her wince at its sudden brightness.
"You could have warned me that you were going to turn on the lights" She told the arrogant boy.
"Too late now"
"Really? Thanks for pointing that out Mr. Obvious." With that sarcastic quip, silence once again took hold of the room. The tension between the two growing as the minutes audibly passed by.
Inu Yasha still stood by the door, casually leaning against it, clearly bored with the situation and the company. That was fine with her, she wasn't particularly thrilled either. She would just have to make the best out it.
When life hands you lemons, make lemonade! She would certainly like to take Inu Yasha and squeeze him dry, twist him mercilessly until he begged for forgiveness.
Kagome fought the urge to laugh at her new, and strangely violent, turn of thoughts. Digging though her backpack, Kagome took out the notebook that had gotten her into this situation. She might as well use this time to study since it didn't look like they would be leaving any time soon.
Maybe on of the janitors will see the light on and investigate. Kagome cast one desperate look out the window, and seeing the still deserted campus she realized she just wasn't that lucky.
So she opened her notebook and soon immersed herself in the endless dates and places she had to memorize.
~*~*~*~*~*~
She was ignoring him. She was sitting there, reading whatever filled those pages of her notebook and completely ignoring him as if he didn't matter.
He didn't blame her. He had been a jerk. But that didn't make it sting any less. He was used to getting what he wanted, he was used to girls worshiping him.
But she didn't, and she never had. From the first day he met her she had defied him. He smiled at the thought of her yelling at him. He liked it, enjoyed the fact that she wasn't afraid, loved the challenge she presented
The silence was grating, only broken by the hushed whisper of turning pages and the monotonous tick of the clock. He was surprised she had been able to keep her mouth shut for this long. Whenever he was around her it always seemed as if she were talking, yelling, arguing, anything, she didn't seem the type to keep quiet.
So he walked over to where she sat and stopped in front of her, folded his arms across his chest and waited. He was purposely annoying her, her anger would prove to be a delightful distraction.
He enjoyed the way her hands tightened on her notebook, took pleasure in the way her whole body had gone rigid. It was gratifying to know that he wasn't the only one affected, that he too had an impact on her.
Obviously frustrated, he watched as she whipped her head up from what she was reading, her cheeks flushed in anger, her eyes glowing with impatience.
"What do you want?" She practically yelled.
"Nothing" he replied, knowing that it would only infuriate her more.
"Then go away!"
"No."
"Why me?" she whined, as her head dropped to her desk. "Why did I have to be stuck in a room with an idiot who hates me?"
The playful smirk he wore thinned into a frown at that statement. Her despondent question brought to light just how badly he had messed up. He wished suddenly that he could take that day back, wished that he could have brushed aside expectations and judgments and done what he wanted.
He hadn't been strong enough then, maybe he could be strong enough now.
"I don't hate you." He said softly, almost a whisper. But she heard him. She raised her head once more to look at him, but this time there was no anger, only shock.
"You could have fooled me, or anyone else for that matter." She didn't believe him and why should she? He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say now, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to convince someone he spent several months insulting that he really did like them, a lot.
"I could never hate you." Was all he could say, was the only thing he could think to say. No excuses, no half hearted reasoning would make her believe him. All he could do was tell her the truth. It was up to her whether or not she chose to accept it.
"Let me guess. All this time you have secretly liked me but you had to continue to pretend to hate me in order to protect your precious reputation." She practically spat the words at him.
"Something like that." Exactly like that. Funny, he never realized how ridiculous that sounded until he heard her say it.
Stupid. He had been so incredibly stupid. He began to laugh; the sudden need to laugh at his idiocy was overwhelming. He couldn't suppress the chuckle that escaped his lips, nor could he prevent it from turning into full blown, side splitting laughter.
It was a wonderful thing, laughing at yourself.
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He was insane. She stood there, watching him laugh at some internal joke that she obviously wasn't privy to and she decided that the boy had lost his freaking mind.
What other explanation could there be for his sudden outburst? She had been in the middle of a completely healthy angry rant when all of a sudden he had just started laughing. It just didn't make any sense to her. Not that anything he was saying was making sense.
"I don't hate you. I could never hate you." The words ran through her mind, what were they supposed to mean? If he did indeed secretly like her, as she had so flippantly suggested, then he had a hell of a way of showing it.
Still completely confused over his antics, Kagome stood up from her desk and walked up to him. She put one hand on his forehead, just in case.
"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" She questioned, because clearly he wasn't. At the touch of her hand his laughter ceased, the amusement in eyes vanished and something else darkened his golden depths. Something she didn't recognize.
She started to pull away, intent on backing away from the sudden intensity she saw. But it seemed he had other plans because he grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him. She looked up, wondering why he would do that, that turned out to be her first mistake.
She suddenly realized just how close they really were. His breath was fanning her cheek, his parted lips were inches away from her own. Her eyes widened when she finally recognized that look in his eyes, desire.
This was bad, this was very bad. She opened her mouth to say something, anything that would get him to let her go.
That was her second mistake.
Because before she could form any words, his lips claimed hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, boldly tasting her, and his hands moved possessively over her body, leaving warm tremors in their wake. She melted against him, any protest she may have offered flew out of her mind the second she felt the velvety softness of his tongue and the instant his rough hand so carelessly brushed the side of her breast.
She had always imagined her first kiss to be slow, gentle, sweet. A kiss given in the moonlight and under the stars, romantic. That was what she had envisioned. But she had never seen this, she had never imagined this fire that raged through her body, never imagined this burning heat that consumed her.
His hands fisted in her hair, angling her head so he could deepen the kiss. She moaned at the new intimacy and struggled to get closer to that fire.
But the sound of jingling keys and an opening door brought her crashing back down to reality. The sound of a man's voice ice water that snuffed the fire.
The couple sprang apart, or more accurately Kagome scrambled to put as much distance between herself and Inu Yasha as possible without tripping over one of the desks.
"You guys get locked in here" The elderly man asked, politely ignoring the activity he had interrupted.
"Yeah" came Inu Yasha's curt reply. She was glad he has answered the man because she didn't think she could form a coherent sentence at the moment.
Inu Yasha looked over at her, she could still see the lust in eyes, the force of it and the remembrance of his touch made her tremble.
So she did the only sensible thing she could do at that moment.
She ran.
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