Chapter Fifteen: Miscarriage
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"I see it around me, I see it in everything. I could be so much more than this. I said my goodbye's this is my sundown. I'm gonna be so much more than this. With one hand high, you'll show them your progress. You'll take your time, but no one cares. No one cares."
My Sundown Jimmy Eat World
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Inuyasha found Kagome, half alive pooled in red ice-cold water when he finally managed to break down the door. He had almost collapsed when he had seen her. He had screamed her name and felt his heart nearly shatter.
She had spent almost a whole week in the hospital, but Kagome already considered it history. You see, it was finally June. The weather in Hawaii was getting warmer and warmer, and the flood of tourists promised the end of school.
Normally, summer was the time Kagome hated most. She rarely had anything to do in the summer, so that meant she was at her old house more, doing chores her fucking whore of a mother blackmailed her into doing.
But now, Kagome was almost ecstatic.
Inuyasha had postponed that little beach trip they were talking about, and had decided to bring Sango a long during the 2nt week of summer.
They still had about two weeks of school left, but Inuyasha had noticed she was a little livelier. He had been terrified with her little cutting experience, but she had assured him that she had never meant it to be a suicide attempt. He noticed how her crystal green eyes now sparkled with life again, and her hair seemed that much bouncier.
They both woke up in his bed on a Wednesday, just like they always did, and slowly got ready. Neither of them were morning people, so they spend it lulled in a wonderful silence that each of them had come to appreciate greatly. Kagome took her shower well Inuyasha brushed his hair, and just before they left, they sat on the counter and enjoyed cappuccino's together.
"Aren't you exited?" Kagome squealed as they chatted.
"For summer?" He asked, a bit more dully than her, well staring down at the warm glass in his hands before taking a small sip.
"Yep! Hey, you know what!?" Kagome suddenly said, jumping off the counter, setting down her drink, and walking over to the calendar. She lifted its pages a bit, then turned back around and gave him a breath-taking smile. He felt his lips curl up into a warm smile of his own. 'Why is it whenever she smiles like that, I feel myself smiling as well?' His mind wondered.
"What?" He then asked, this time his eyes completely on her.
"It's been almost 6 months, today!" She exclaimed throwing her arms into the air and doing a little dance in circles. He laughed a bit, and wondered what she meant.
"6 months since what?" He asked, with a raised eyebrow. Kagome rolled her eyes and walked over to him slowly before wrapping her arms around his torso. He returned the hug, but was still had no clue what she was talking about.
"6 months since I moved in with you. 6 months since I was abused and raped... and 6 months of being drug free. Half a year." She muttered her tone full of pride. Inuyasha's eyes got very soft and he squeezed her shoulders.
"I'm very proud of you."
Kagome then let go, and looked directly into his eyes. His amber eyes that always brought her so much comfort... She felt his breath on her face and realized her nose was inches from his own.
She gently leaned inward; about to kiss him, but the phone rang. (Damn!)
She pulled back, gave him another smile, before twirling around gracefully and picking up the phone. Inuyasha glared at the damn phone, but jumped off the counter as well and walked over to the hallway by the front door. He put his backpack on a small stand, and opened it.
Kagome watched him for a little while. Giggling slightly as she said, "Hello?"
Inuyasha looked through his homework, sighing again. After he made sure it was all there, he turned around and started, "Kagome, hurry-" but he cut off his own voice. Kagome's face had changed rapidly. It was now white a sheet, and he noticed her lower lip was trembling. Tears formed it the crooks of her eyes, and her sparkling green eyes where wide.
He felt his own face go pale and vainly heard the sound of his backpack dropping after she muttered;
"Sango... Miscarriage?"
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