Reincarnation Bites
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an Inuyasha fanfiction
by
mkh2
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Disclaimer: I asked Inuyasha if I could have him. He said no… Okay, not in those words exactly, but if used them then the content of the disclaimer would not be allowed on FF.net. My poor ears are so abused.
Tippy: in case you didn't understand, that means she doesn't own Inuyasha. Duh.
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He sighed and let his backpack drop to the floor with a thump, kicking the door closed behind him. Calling out to his family that he was home, he rolled his shoulders once and shrugged off the jacket that was customary for students in his middle school to wear. After a brief snack he walked through the house to his room, whereupon he immediately flopped face first onto his bed.
It's not fair.
He had waited for so long, so long to finally be worthy, to finally make a move on the most beautiful, the most understanding, the most perfect girl in the world's history… perhaps too long.
He tried everything he could think of to woo her. He heard that she was sick so he brought her things he felt would aid in remedying any physical ailments (though, good Lord, she certainly looked healthy… very healthy – stop that train of thoughts immediately!) He tried the regular teenage stuff that seemed so popular with everyone else in their age group – movies, dining at all the hot spots, not that he had many chances to go out with her. Heck, he even bought her tickets to go to an amusement park… but sadly went he ended up going with her friends instead. Sure, the girls were rather pretty, but they weren't her.
Perhaps he should tell her the truth of who he is. Granted, he mused as he peered into the small mirror over his dresser, he looked nothing like he did in the past, unlike she did in comparison to her previous incarnation, so she might think that maybe there was just something ailing him.
But she is so understanding, maybe she'd understand.
Perhaps if he could manage to pull off one of the many stunts that he had then…
He couldn't. Lord knows he's tried.
And tried and tried and tried.
He wanted to touch, hold her, say her name, the name he called her then, not simply Higurashi, though he did like the bit of a bounce the name had to it. Nowhere near as cute as Kagome though – seriously, being named after a children's song… can't get much cuter than that (unless, perhaps, you looked at the odd naming of those strange senshi in the sailor fuku… but his parents never let him watch that show… he wondered why.)
How'd he end up getting reincarnated as this weakling, anyway? He knew he had much more power than that…
He wondered how he was reincarnated. Period.
Maybe it was because he was so in love with her in the past that the good Lord saw it fit to give him another chance. In that strange realm (which, seeing through the eyes of someone who has seen the 20th century and all the wonders it held, really made sense – almost everything that he had experienced then simply didn't fit in the history books as they were written… though some of the "legends" rang quite true, if slightly altered…) he had tried to think that the affections he held for her were more that of a friend, a sister, a family member of some sort that held some sort of kindness in their heart for him and which he'd readily returned… but, ah, see how he'd ramble to himself when he was so desperate to convince himself to something, to persuade him otherwise he's find himself somewhere he didn't want to be?
Namely, in this case, it was being in love with her that got his fundoshi* in a twist. (By the by – when that happens it hurts!) It shouldn't hurt to love someone so much, but considering the circumstances, it was more than understandable. He didn't want to fall in love. He tried to avoid falling in love.
Alas.
He fell in love.
With someone he shouldn't have.
And it hurt like… heck.
Dang… no matter how hard he tried he couldn't be as loud or as rude or as crude as he so desperately wanted to be. He tried to be forward with Kagome – he went through her friends as subterfuge instead. He tried to ask her out repeatedly. He brought her gifts instead and hoped that she'd be better. He wanted to make out with her. He helped her cram for a math exam.
Despite all his best efforts he remained staunchly a goody-two-shoes.
Did someone swap his karma receipts at the checkout line?
Somebody must be yucking it up big time up there somewhere. (He probably would if it was someone else.)
At least they gave him a body that was on the physically attractive side.
He thinks.
He knew her friends got all giggly over him, knew they thought he looked good. And at one time he was pretty sure she thought he looked good too.
At one time.
Now he felt lucky if she gave him that crooked smile and looked him in the eye for longer than five seconds. What had happened? Had he waited too long to make his move?
Didn't he already say that?
Half-smothering himself, he wondered what would happen if he tried to make himself look like he did back then. Grow his hair out, dye it, get colored contacts…
He'd probably get kicked out of school. Stupid dress codes.
Still, tomorrow is another day. Another day to win over Higurashi Kagome's heart, the heart of the most perfect girl in the world's history.
If only he wasn't just "Hojou-kun" to her.
If only he looked like he did in the past.
If only he could act like he did in the past.
Maybe then she'd realize and then she'd throw her arms around him and kiss him and say "I love you…
…Miroku."
He'd be the happiest dead monk reincarnated ever.
~Owari~
*Fundoshi - Japanese Traditional Loincloth
Hey, I just thought, well, in the second movie Miroku did a little bit of bonding (however brief) with Hojou's ancestor (watching Sango and Kagome bathe) and thought – "dang, both are perverts." Then I thought, well, considering how most people tend to make Hojou either Inuyasha, Shippou or Naraku, or simply Hojou, why not have him be Miroku? I don't see that too often.