A/N: Kagome's retarded ness isn't the type where she can't form complete
sentence and all that other special Ed stuff. Her type is the 'happy' type
where her brain (and I guess u can say common sense) is oblivious to most
stuff, like sarcasm, and tends to take things literally. Sorry I don't
know what the actual term for it is.
Cupid's Bloody Arrows
Chapter 2: Fuchsia
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The next day
She skipped merrily down the street, waving to all the pleasant neighbors shoveling their driveways. A red knitted beanie donned her head and warmed ears, while her oversized, snow-white coat covered her winter dress and matching tights. In her arms lay her trustworthy little puppy, damp from the snow that enclosed it.
Kagome had noticed it had stopped snowing hours ago while in her weekly session with Dr. Itzumo, her psychiatrist at TIMU (Tokyo's Institution for the Mentally Unstable.) But the snow still piled the streets and sidewalks, causing her walk to be a challenge.
But that wasn't going to stop her. No siree. It was Sunday! A happy day!
Then again, aren't all days?
Continuing her way home, the distinct octagonal shape of a bus sign appeared in front of her. She plopped herself down on the red bench, almost completely covered in snow, and waited for her bus to arrive.
Humming an unknown tune that she vaguely remembered, her eyes landed on a cute, violet-ish flower, the only flower that grew in winter.
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She knew she shouldn't have done it. Her mommy had once told her not to. But temptation was too great a force.
.
So she plucked it.
Right out of its roots.
.
And now she felt guilty.
.
Kagome bawled at the horrible thing she had done, and began whispering apologies to the dainty fuchsia. This got the attention of people all over the block, especially a particular someone.
.
"Can it will ya?!"
"Huh?"
Caught by surprise by the command, she wiped away the excess tears that hadn't make it all the way down her face to stare up at the owner of the voice.
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It was him!
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"So?"
"'So' what?"
"You try my patience," he snarled.
"Yeah, yeah, it went fine. Happy?"
The woman handed over the files she had received during her break-in.
"Hm...name, birth date, parents, guardians, health, blood type..." he read off as he nonchalantly tossed the excessive papers. "Ah, and what have we here?"
The man smirked at his newfound treasure.
"Kagura, pick up the papers and return the files."
The woman scowled, but non-the less doing as she was told.
"I have you now, sweetie," he smirked, emphasizing the given nickname.
He was left alone in the dark to his thoughts, as the radio continued to play that 50s classic, "Goodnight Sweetheart."
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~*~
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"Doctor, the papers are gone."
"What? What papers?"
"Higurashi, Kagome's lab results and the PC papers. Plus the doctor's notes."
"Well find them! No one is to lay eyes on those!" he cried.
"Yes doctor."
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"It's you! It's you! You! You!" Kagome squealed, hopping up and down.
'Oh no,' Inu-Yasha mentally smacked himself. 'It's that retard from the store.'
"Hi! Where did you come from? Where are you going? What are you doing? Aren't you going to say hi to Little Inu?"
Inu-yasha took a step back when the fuzzball was suddenly forced in his face. Growling, he pushed the inferior thing away.
"Look, why don't you and your little 'Inu' just GO HOME?!" It was soooooo not funny that that fluff ball had the same name as him.
"But Little Inu wants to talk to you! Isn't that right?" she faced her expressionless dog. "See?" she brought the dog up to his face again.
And he smacked it away, again.
"No! I do not see!"
Tears pricked in her eyes again. How could be so cruel? How could he hurt her little puppy? Pitying her dog, she began to wail, again.
"Wah?"
Inu-yasha stood perplexed. He hadn't meant to make her cry, just to have her leave him alone. Ugh, that girl was causing that odd feeling again.
.
Guilt.
.
Or was it self-pity?
"Uh, look. I-I'm sure Little Inu would appreciate it if I didn't-"
No words could get through to her as she cried harder and louder.
Refusing to surrender to her little act, he stood there, arms crossed, looking around like he didn't know her.
This only caused her to break down even more, this time to the point of falling on her knees and grabbing forcefully on to his leg.
Nope. He would not concede. Not even when she (accidentally) grabbed onto his-
"Ok, ok! I'll kiss him. But you have to shut up!" he finally gave in, only because he felt slightly guilty. 'Slightly' being the key word. Plus, people were staring.
Wiping her face once more, and this time with a smile on her face, she stood up, and placed her puppy in front of Inu-Yasha's face again.
'Ugh. I can't believe I'm doing this.'
Closing his eyes to block out the intense staring from other pedestrians, he gave a quick, light peck on the solid, plastic nose. Kagome giggled happily at the loving scene, and had captured it in her mind to be remembered forever.
"Blech!" Inu wiped his mouth of the nonexistent germs. "Ok, done. Now go home, girl!"
His face somewhat red in embarrassment, he swiftly walked past her and in the direction he started in.
"Wait!" She called after him.
He sighed. Didn't this kid have friends? "What now bitch?"
"What's your name?" she asked, giving him the cutest face she could form.
"It's Inu-yasha, alright? Now, GO HOME!" and with that, he ran off.
"Bye Inu-Yasha!" she called, waving at his retreating back. "See?" she turned to her puppy. "I told you he was your uncle."
She resumed her walk home, talking to her Little Inu the whole way.
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.
~*~
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.
"Damn persistent bitch," Inu-yasha grumbled on and on as he walked home, ha placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket to hide them from the cool chill.
His left hand touched upon a delicate, small something. Curious, he took it out.
.
It was the stupid purple flower he'd seen that girl holding. Somehow, she had snuck it in his pocket, probably during that awkward kissing scene. Damn that sneaky wench.
After a moment's hesitation whether he should throw it out on the streets or not, he decided against it, and placed it back in his pocket.
A/N: I lied. Fuchsias aren't the only flowers that grow in winter.
Cupid's Bloody Arrows
Chapter 2: Fuchsia
~*~
The next day
She skipped merrily down the street, waving to all the pleasant neighbors shoveling their driveways. A red knitted beanie donned her head and warmed ears, while her oversized, snow-white coat covered her winter dress and matching tights. In her arms lay her trustworthy little puppy, damp from the snow that enclosed it.
Kagome had noticed it had stopped snowing hours ago while in her weekly session with Dr. Itzumo, her psychiatrist at TIMU (Tokyo's Institution for the Mentally Unstable.) But the snow still piled the streets and sidewalks, causing her walk to be a challenge.
But that wasn't going to stop her. No siree. It was Sunday! A happy day!
Then again, aren't all days?
Continuing her way home, the distinct octagonal shape of a bus sign appeared in front of her. She plopped herself down on the red bench, almost completely covered in snow, and waited for her bus to arrive.
Humming an unknown tune that she vaguely remembered, her eyes landed on a cute, violet-ish flower, the only flower that grew in winter.
.
.
.
~*~
.
.
.
She knew she shouldn't have done it. Her mommy had once told her not to. But temptation was too great a force.
.
So she plucked it.
Right out of its roots.
.
And now she felt guilty.
.
Kagome bawled at the horrible thing she had done, and began whispering apologies to the dainty fuchsia. This got the attention of people all over the block, especially a particular someone.
.
"Can it will ya?!"
"Huh?"
Caught by surprise by the command, she wiped away the excess tears that hadn't make it all the way down her face to stare up at the owner of the voice.
.
It was him!
.
.
.
~*~
.
.
.
"So?"
"'So' what?"
"You try my patience," he snarled.
"Yeah, yeah, it went fine. Happy?"
The woman handed over the files she had received during her break-in.
"Hm...name, birth date, parents, guardians, health, blood type..." he read off as he nonchalantly tossed the excessive papers. "Ah, and what have we here?"
The man smirked at his newfound treasure.
"Kagura, pick up the papers and return the files."
The woman scowled, but non-the less doing as she was told.
"I have you now, sweetie," he smirked, emphasizing the given nickname.
He was left alone in the dark to his thoughts, as the radio continued to play that 50s classic, "Goodnight Sweetheart."
.
.
.
~*~
.
.
.
.
"Doctor, the papers are gone."
"What? What papers?"
"Higurashi, Kagome's lab results and the PC papers. Plus the doctor's notes."
"Well find them! No one is to lay eyes on those!" he cried.
"Yes doctor."
.
.
.
.
~*~
.
.
.
.
"It's you! It's you! You! You!" Kagome squealed, hopping up and down.
'Oh no,' Inu-Yasha mentally smacked himself. 'It's that retard from the store.'
"Hi! Where did you come from? Where are you going? What are you doing? Aren't you going to say hi to Little Inu?"
Inu-yasha took a step back when the fuzzball was suddenly forced in his face. Growling, he pushed the inferior thing away.
"Look, why don't you and your little 'Inu' just GO HOME?!" It was soooooo not funny that that fluff ball had the same name as him.
"But Little Inu wants to talk to you! Isn't that right?" she faced her expressionless dog. "See?" she brought the dog up to his face again.
And he smacked it away, again.
"No! I do not see!"
Tears pricked in her eyes again. How could be so cruel? How could he hurt her little puppy? Pitying her dog, she began to wail, again.
"Wah?"
Inu-yasha stood perplexed. He hadn't meant to make her cry, just to have her leave him alone. Ugh, that girl was causing that odd feeling again.
.
Guilt.
.
Or was it self-pity?
"Uh, look. I-I'm sure Little Inu would appreciate it if I didn't-"
No words could get through to her as she cried harder and louder.
Refusing to surrender to her little act, he stood there, arms crossed, looking around like he didn't know her.
This only caused her to break down even more, this time to the point of falling on her knees and grabbing forcefully on to his leg.
Nope. He would not concede. Not even when she (accidentally) grabbed onto his-
"Ok, ok! I'll kiss him. But you have to shut up!" he finally gave in, only because he felt slightly guilty. 'Slightly' being the key word. Plus, people were staring.
Wiping her face once more, and this time with a smile on her face, she stood up, and placed her puppy in front of Inu-Yasha's face again.
'Ugh. I can't believe I'm doing this.'
Closing his eyes to block out the intense staring from other pedestrians, he gave a quick, light peck on the solid, plastic nose. Kagome giggled happily at the loving scene, and had captured it in her mind to be remembered forever.
"Blech!" Inu wiped his mouth of the nonexistent germs. "Ok, done. Now go home, girl!"
His face somewhat red in embarrassment, he swiftly walked past her and in the direction he started in.
"Wait!" She called after him.
He sighed. Didn't this kid have friends? "What now bitch?"
"What's your name?" she asked, giving him the cutest face she could form.
"It's Inu-yasha, alright? Now, GO HOME!" and with that, he ran off.
"Bye Inu-Yasha!" she called, waving at his retreating back. "See?" she turned to her puppy. "I told you he was your uncle."
She resumed her walk home, talking to her Little Inu the whole way.
.
.
.
~*~
.
.
.
"Damn persistent bitch," Inu-yasha grumbled on and on as he walked home, ha placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket to hide them from the cool chill.
His left hand touched upon a delicate, small something. Curious, he took it out.
.
It was the stupid purple flower he'd seen that girl holding. Somehow, she had snuck it in his pocket, probably during that awkward kissing scene. Damn that sneaky wench.
After a moment's hesitation whether he should throw it out on the streets or not, he decided against it, and placed it back in his pocket.
A/N: I lied. Fuchsias aren't the only flowers that grow in winter.
